Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Upon seeing this, Wang Anquan quickly turned around with a forced laugh, saying, "I suddenly realized I gave too much money. I'll go back to find the boss. Wait for me."

With that, Wang Anquan turned to leave.

Rhett grabbed him by the back of his collar and laughed, "It's alright, we can give you this money. Take us there first."

Upon hearing this, Wang Anquan immediately looked aggrieved. "Gentlemen, I'm just a nobody. Please don't kill me. Don't believe anything Gate tells you. He and I are just ordinary friends."

"And I was just lying to you. How could I possibly know Uncle Ang? Otherwise, I wouldn't be in this mess."

Overwhelmed by their imposing presence, Wang Anquan blurted out everything. He then closed his eyes, knowing he was about to be beaten, but he was used to it; as long as he could live, nothing else mattered.

But after waiting for a long time, the feeling he had imagined did not come, so he opened his eyes and saw the King of Clubs calmly looking at him.

"It doesn't matter if you're not familiar with Uncle Ang, as long as you know where he lives or who he's on good terms with, right?" asked Club King.

"Take us there, and the ten thousand dollars will still be yours."

After hearing this, Wang Quan asked, "Really?"

"Here you go!" Rhett took a wad of US dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into Wang Anquan's hand.

Upon seeing the gleaming US dollars, Wang Anquan quickly picked them up to check their authenticity, and his face lit up with enthusiasm.

"Gentlemen, although I don't know Uncle Ang, I know one of his trusted men is nearby, managing a casino. I'll take you there."

Wang Anquan pocketed the ten thousand US dollars and obediently got into a pickup truck.

Seeing this, Rhett and the King of Clubs also got on the bus.

Following Wang Anquan's directions, they headed towards the casino.

On the way, Rhett was puzzled. "Mr. Plum Blossom, why don't we just go find the gem, take it, and leave? Why are we looking for the boss here?"

The King of Clubs smiled slightly, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes. "I'm different from the Archer. He likes to be straightforward and ruthless, while I prefer to strategize and plan."

"This Uncle Ang can help us understand this place better; otherwise, it would be troublesome to solve everything with gunfire."

Hearing what the King of Clubs said, Rett stopped talking. He knew that the King of Clubs, like the Archer, had exceptional skills and intelligence, so he should just follow along.

Soon, four pickup trucks arrived near the casino.

The group got out of the car, and Wang Anquan led the way, leading the group towards the entrance of a casino that looked neither too big nor too small, and had only one floor.

"Boss, I don't even know your names. What do you want with Uncle Ang?" Wang Anquan asked.

"Just call me Mr. K," said the King of Clubs.

"As for why we're looking for Uncle Ang, you'll find out soon enough."

The King of Clubs gave a cold laugh at this point.

The two bodyguards at the casino entrance were also taken aback when they saw the dozen or so white men who suddenly walked in, and Wang Anquan at the front.

"Wang Anquan! You still dare to come here? When are you going to pay back the money you owe the casino?!" someone questioned.

Wang Anquan, now somewhat defiant, pulled out two hundred-dollar bills from his pocket. "Hey! See that? US dollars! Enough to pay off your debts, right?"

"And I've brought a big client with me this time. This is Mr. K, who wants to meet your boss."

The two men were surprised to see that Wang Anquan had US dollars on him, but they still reached out and took the two bills. "You're a smart kid."

Then his gaze swept over the group of Club King, revealing a disdainful look. "The boss isn't someone you can just see whenever you want. Wang Anquan, you're just a piece of trash. You want to see the boss? You can come and have fun, but don't cause trouble."

"Can we meet now?" Club K chuckled, and a henchman behind him raised two Glock 17 pistols, aiming them at the heads of the two men.

The two men were clearly surprised that these white-skinned people would attack them without warning. They looked terrified and raised their hands, not daring to make any move.

"Take us in."

"Okay, okay!" The two nodded repeatedly, then turned and walked into the casino. Every step they took was difficult, and their legs trembled.

Even Wang Anquan didn't expect these ruthless people to pull out guns. This was going to cause a death. Would he go to jail for ten thousand US dollars?

"Mr. K, may I leave now?"

"No way, ten thousand US dollars isn't so easy to get. There's still a need for you," Club King laughed.

"I don't want that ten thousand US dollars, is that okay?" Wang Anquan had no intention of getting involved with these people anymore. Even if you cherish money, you have to be alive to spend it.

"No, that won't work either. It's bad luck to ask for the money back."

Wang Anquan frowned, wondering what kind of logic this was. However, seeing that the other party was determined, he had no choice but to obediently follow. He cursed inwardly at Gate, "What kind of person did you introduce to me?"

I only tricked you once, why are you making such a fuss about it!

As soon as Club K and his group entered the casino, they immediately attracted the attention of those around them. This was mainly because they were so eye-catching; fair skin was already rare here, and they were also holding a gun.

Everyone is born with a fear of guns, and the once noisy casino instantly fell silent as everyone stared at each other.

"Those who are not important, leave," said the King of Clubs.

Upon hearing this, countless gamblers fled the casino as if their lives depended on it, avoiding these people in the process.

In just a few moments, only the thugs, the dealers, and a pile of chips remained in the casino.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and a thug who was preparing to launch a sneak attack was shot in the thigh by a suicide soldier, fell to his knees, and let out a miserable wail.

"If this happens again, it won't be as simple as just dealing with a thigh."

As the King of Clubs spoke, his lips moved, his sonic positioning ability activated, and then he stepped alone into the deeper area.

Soon they arrived at a doorway, where they could hear people calling anxiously from inside.

"Uncle Ang, someone is causing trouble at the casino. They're armed. My men definitely can't handle them. Come and save me!"

Seeing this, Club King kicked the iron gate down.

Jin Ming, who was sitting in his office chair, was startled and dropped his phone. He was about to bend down to pick it up.

A whistle rang out.

"Don't move."

"Hey! Jinming, what's going on over there? Who's calling?" Voices kept coming from the other end of the phone, but Jinming had already raised his hands, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The King of Clubs approached, picked up the phone from the ground, and said, "If you want to see someone, come to the casino."

"Who are you?"

Clubs King didn't reply; he simply hung up and left the phone on the table.

.......

On the other side, Guo Peng, who was close to Jin Ming, realized something was wrong when the phone call was disconnected, and hurriedly ran towards Uncle Ang's teahouse.

They arrived at the tea room shortly afterward, panting. Looking up, they saw Uncle Ang chatting with other people.

Uncle Ang frowned. "Didn't I tell you not to come in unless it's absolutely necessary?"