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"Your men have no manners! We're having a conversation, who gives these nobody the right to interrupt?" The middle-aged Asian man sitting opposite Uncle Ang, dressed in military uniform, stared at Guo Peng, who had just barged in, with a displeased expression and sharp eyes.

"General Chatchai, please calm down. The young man is ignorant; there must be an emergency," Uncle Ang quickly reassured him. He then turned to Guo Peng, his tone serious, "Speak quickly, what is it?"

Guo Peng swallowed hard and reported, "Jinming's casino has been attacked by a group of strangers and has probably fallen... They specifically requested that you come to meet them."

Upon hearing this news, Uncle Ang's face suddenly darkened.

"Uncle Ang, it seems your prestige here is nothing more than that." General Chatchai sneered, and a subordinate wearing a martial arts uniform and with a shaved head stepped forward in response.

"This is my capable henchman, Abu. He is agile and skilled with a knife. Even if the opponent has a gun, he can easily subdue them in close combat."

"Do you need me to deal with these arrogant fools for you?"

Uncle Ang forced a smile and waved his hand to decline: "It's just a small matter, how could I dare to trouble General Chatchai? My men will handle it. As for the cooperation we discussed before... please allow me to consider it some more."

He stood up, his tone turning cold, "I have to deal with this urgent matter right now, so I won't see you off."

General Chachai's eyes flashed, and he stood up, his tone carrying a hint of threat: "Since you have other matters to attend to, the cooperation can be postponed for now."

"But I advise you to weigh your options carefully. If you are unwilling to cooperate with me, it will be difficult for you to protect yourself in the upcoming turmoil."

"This is a rare opportunity for you. If you don't want it, I can find another partner. At that time... it's hard to say whether we will be friends or enemies."

After saying that, he said no more, got into the pickup truck with his men, and drove away.

Watching the convoy disappear into the distance, Guo Peng asked worriedly, "Uncle Ang, General Chatchai... could he also be after that pigeon blood ruby?"

Uncle Ang nodded heavily: "The situation is getting more and more chaotic. His words just now were clearly forcing us to cooperate with him in the search for the gems."

He sighed deeply, "Alas... no wonder, who wouldn't be tempted by such news? It's probably impossible to hide it now."

"Let's not talk about that for now," Uncle Ang said decisively, putting aside his thoughts. "Take some men and come with me to Jinming's place immediately. I have a feeling that the people who attacked the casino are mostly after the rubies."

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In front of the casino.

Several cars came to a stop one after another, and Uncle Ang, surrounded by Guo Peng and his men, strode toward the casino entrance.

Guo Peng secretly wondered which force would be coming this time.

Uncle Ang, who was walking in front, gestured to his men to push open the door.

As the heavy doors slowly opened, the interior came into view.

There were no signs of vandalism inside the casino, but several unfamiliar white faces were standing next to the familiar gambling tables.

Guo Peng quickly scanned the entire room and soon spotted Jin Ming next to a gambling table.

He sat in a chair with a look of terror on his face, next to a bespectacled, seemingly refined white young man.

Uncle Ang was slightly taken aback when he first saw this scene, but he quickly regained his composure and walked steadily into the casino.

His men followed closely behind, and after the last person entered, the door slowly closed, cutting off the outside light.

Only a few warm yellow chandeliers remained in the room, emitting a dim light.

Uncle Ang spoke first, a habitual smile on his face: "Friends, where do you come from? Why have you detained my people without cause?"

Rhett looked up at him: "You're Uncle Ang?"

"Indeed, it seems you've come all this way specifically to see me? Why go to such lengths? You could have simply sent someone to inform me." Uncle Ang's tone was calm, yet it subtly probed.

At this moment, Club King slowly stood up and walked towards Uncle Ang: "We are new here and do not know where you are staying. Since you are here, then this person is no longer needed."

Guo Peng and the others immediately became alert, keeping a close eye on the actions of the King of Clubs.

He walked up to Uncle Ang, his gaze calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority: "To tell you the truth, we're here for the gems, and we need your assistance."

Uncle Ang's heart skipped a beat; just as he had expected.

He remained expressionless, only saying calmly, "The way you all look doesn't seem like you're asking for help."

"We will compensate you for any losses incurred." The King of Clubs said calmly, but with an unyielding tone. "Now, let's go to your place; we need to talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the assassins stuffed a wad of US dollars into Jin Ming's arms: "This is compensation for the casino's losses, and also compensation for your emotional distress."

Jin Ming was so frightened that he repeatedly refused, "No, no... really, no!"

He dared not accept it, fearing that these people would hold a grudge against him in the future.

Wang Anquan couldn't help but interject, "Just accept it. These white people have different rules than us. It's bad luck to take the money back after you've already given it."

To everyone's surprise, as soon as he finished speaking, the assassin actually reached out and put the banknotes back into his pocket, a meaningful smile on his face: "Since you don't want them, then I won't be polite."

Wang Anquan was stunned: "Didn't they say... taking it back is unlucky?"

Clubs 2 shrugged and lightly shook his index finger: "It's bad luck for us, but we don't care."

"You're the first Asian friend we've met here, so this rule might actually have some impact on you."

Wang Anquan was speechless for a moment, and smiled bitterly to himself.

This group of people could have used force to coerce us, but instead they insisted on making up these empty rules. I'm really on a sinking ship now, and it'll be hard to get off.

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A few moments later, several cars drove away from the casino and headed towards Uncle Ang's residence along the winding dirt road through the woods.

After passing through a dense tropical rainforest, a manor built of wood came into view.

Although its exterior appears simple and dilapidated, it is considered a fairly large dwelling deep in the jungle.

After getting out of the car, Ritter looked around and couldn't help but ask Guo Peng, "Aren't you the biggest power in the Golden Triangle? How come you live in such poverty? And you're hiding in the forest like savages?"

Guo Peng's lips twitched, suppressing the urge to curse, and he patiently explained, "This place is fraught with danger; it's actually safer to live deep in the jungle."

"And don't be fooled by its unassuming exterior; it's incredibly luxurious inside."

Lei nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Mr. K, welcome to my territory." Uncle Ang stepped forward, his tone much more gentle than before.

Along the way, he noticed that although the group of white people acted forcefully, they were not arrogant or rude. In particular, the leader, known as Mr. K, had a strange sense of peace and gentleness in his speech and manner.

But the more this happened, the stronger Uncle Ang's unease became.

He had a vague feeling that this group of people might be more dangerous than any of the previous groups of visitors.

Club King glanced at the surrounding dense forest and smiled faintly: "Nice scenery."

"Please come in, let's talk inside."

Uncle Ang led Club K and Rhett into the manor, while the rest of the assassins stayed by the car and did not follow.

Guo Peng asked, somewhat puzzled, "Aren't they coming in?"

Rhett casually replied, "They prefer quiet; they can just keep watch outside."

Uncle Ang waved his hand: "Guo Peng, take Jin Ming back to rest. The rest of you can leave."

"Yes."

Soon, only Uncle Ang, Club King, and Rhett remained in the courtyard.

They walked through the corridor and entered a simply furnished interior room.

The room was carpeted, with a low tea table in the center and a few essential pieces of furniture arranged around it. It was not luxurious, but it was clean and tidy.

"The conditions are simple, please make yourselves at home," Uncle Ang said, already sitting cross-legged on the carpet and beginning to skillfully arrange the tea set.

K of Clubs took off his shoes, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and sat down comfortably opposite Uncle Ang. Rett followed suit and sat down as well.

As the aroma of tea gradually filled the air, Plum Blossom K got straight to the point:

"I need to know more about that gem, and I also need you to arrange for my people to personally go to the mining area where the gem was unearthed to conduct an investigation."

Uncle Ang paused slightly in his movements.