Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

“Isaac Worldwide, a well-known international conglomerate of military industrial enterprises and mercenary organizations.” The old police officer sighed. “The higher-ups dare not fall out with them.”

"It was that group of people!?"

Upon hearing this, all the police officers slipped back into their cars. Dealing with this group was definitely several times more dangerous than dealing with gangsters.

"Indeed, it seems someone has already told you our identities."

Isaac walked up to the old police officer and extended his hand.

"Let me introduce myself, my surname is Yao."

"Hello Mr. Yao, welcome to Yelkastum." The veteran officer gave Isaac a perfunctory handshake. "I'm Inspector Chad Atkins of the Investigation Division."

"Do you know who that person I killed was?"

"This still needs further confirmation. We will notify you as soon as there is any news."

“Okay, thank you for your trouble,” Isaac said. “I’ll have someone deliver the body to your police station.”

The police cars, sirens blaring, left the hospital entrance first.

This is the current situation in Yerkastum; even the police may not be able to handle incidents. The main reason is that law enforcement agencies cannot effectively deter these gang members.

"Erica, you go back to Luca's place first, I'll come find you in a bit."

"it is good."

Erica obeyed Isaac's every word and would do whatever he asked.

"Boss, are you alright?"

After Erica left, the soldiers who had been lying in ambush upstairs came down and walked up to Isaac.

"Do I look like something's wrong?" Isaac rolled his eyes at the approaching soldier. "How's the investigation going?"

"The investigation is over. The factory originally planned to be built on Third Street in Yelkastum was occupied by a gang that was an old-established gang from the former Westgate City, with 154 members and funding from a large casino in the city."

"Did you ask their boss what he thought about us opening a factory here?"

"That bastard said he'd let me open a factory, but I'd have to pay protection money every month."

“Heh, I’ll just burn some ghost money for him,” Isaac laughed cruelly. “Gentlemen, it’s time for the massacre.”

Chapter 542: Buying a Life

In a corner of Yelkastum, there is a large casino that is packed with people even before nightfall.

This is a place filled with people's desire for money. Countless gamblers either dance with joy and ecstasy or beat their chests in despair.

They gambled everything they had here, with the chance to rise to the top or fall into an abyss of debt if they won.

Yelkastum is a gathering place for madmen from all over the world. In their eyes, there is no such thing as a little gambling for fun; they want to gamble until they have more money than they can spend in a lifetime.

Of course, it would be a miracle if a casino run by a gang allowed you to win money.

In the chaotic and murky environment, there were only those who had lost everything and those who had gambled away their pants kneeling on the ground begging the gangsters for a few more days to pay off their debts.

So-called gamblers are unrepentant; even when they fall into the abyss, they still think they can turn things around in the next round.

"I really don't know if these people are brainless. They keep losing and don't try to find the trick. They always blame everything on luck. They must have lost all their brain cells gambling."

Isaac sipped his juice, watching the bewildered gamblers flipping cards in his hand. A large crowd of onlookers surrounded them.

He was at the gambling table at that moment engaging in a high-stakes gamble.

"Sorry, this is another straight flush." ​​Isaac turned over the last card, eliciting gasps from those around him.

His table was piled high with chips.

"What the hell! You brat!" The man opposite him slammed his cards on the table in a fit of rage. "Who gets ten straight flushes in a row?!"

As we all know, the probability of getting both a flush and a straight in a deck of 52 cards is one in 140,000. One straight flush is enough to raise suspicion of cheating, and ten consecutive straight flushes are beyond doubt.

When luck comes, you can't stop it.

"You bastard! You definitely cheated!"

"How can you slander someone's innocence without any evidence?" Isaac didn't care about his words at all, and instead mocked, "You shuffled the cards, the dealer dealt the cards, and you've already checked my cuffs. What do you think I used to cheat?"

"You..."

"How about another round?" Isaac laughed. "Your casino already owes me 340 million US dollars. If you don't win some back, you'll have a hard time explaining it to your boss."

"..."

The person Isaac was betting against was the casino manager. Before he arrived, someone had reported to him that Isaac had already won five million dollars from him.

If this got back to the boss's ears, he'd be in deep trouble, so he quickly took matters into his own hands.

The dealer had already been secretly rigging the cards, but unexpectedly, this kid used some trick to win a lot of money from them again.

The total has exceeded 300 million.

He knew Isaac had definitely cheated, but he didn't know how he did it. With so many people around, he shouldn't have had a chance to do anything.

"Are you in or not? If we keep playing, I'll go all in."

"Come on! I'll see what tricks you're up to!"

The administrator's eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to go over and expose the brat's tricks, then chop off his hand in front of everyone.

The betting game has started again.

Isaac calmly accepted the cards dealt by the dealer, while his opponent stared intently at him, trying to find any clues in his every move.

However, this was of no use; apart from seeing Isaac lightly tap the card he sent with his finger, he couldn't make out anything else.

He didn't even look at the cards.

The casino manager sensed something was amiss and immediately gave the dealer a discreet wink. The dealer, understanding the situation, nodded in agreement.

He had indeed tampered with the cards.

The administrator slowly turned over his card, his face instantly lighting up with joy.

"Hahaha, kid, you're finished now."

"Really?"

"Your composure can only last until now!" he shouted hysterically, flipping open the face-down cards, revealing the 8, 9, 10, and Jack of clubs.

"How about that! This time I also got a straight flush."

"Oh," Isaac replied casually, opening his face-down card.

Hearts Ace, KJ, 10.

"Sorry, it's a flush."

"grass!"

The administrator felt his blood rush to his head and slammed his hand on the gambling table, scattering the cards all over the floor.

"Let me calculate how much your casino owes me, it's roughly..."

"Wait a moment!"

Before Isaac could finish speaking, a business deal interrupted him.

A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a trench coat walked in from outside the casino, followed by a large group of gang members carrying weapons.

They were menacing; you could tell at a glance they weren't pushovers.

"It's the head of the Catsis family. What's he doing here?"

"They're probably here to cause trouble for this young man, after all, he won so much money."

"It's a pity that young people don't know when to quit while they're ahead."

The people around him whispered among themselves, while the gang leader walked to the gambling table, found a chair, and sat down.

"I'm sorry everyone, the casino is closed today. I have some personal matters to attend to," the boss said, giving the others no chance to speak.

The gamblers had no choice but to slink away, as the menacing henchmen behind them were not to be trifled with.

Everyone left the casino, leaving only Isaac, the gang leader and his men, and the casino staff inside.

"Young man, you've got some nerve causing trouble at our casino," the gang leader sneered. "Do you know that if you're caught cheating at the casino, your hands and feet will be chopped off and you'll be thrown into the sea to feed the fish?"

"You're the head of the Catsis family?"

"Exactly."

“I see.” Isaac smiled. “I’ll keep the hundreds of millions of dollars I won today.”

"what?"

"Oh? So you're backing down now? Where did your arrogance go?" the leader laughed, then slammed his hand on the table, his expression twisting into a grimace. "What do you think this place is? You think you can just give me back the money you swindled from me and that's it? Huh!? Where do you think I put my pride?!"

“Sir, have you misunderstood something? This money isn’t to repay you,” Isaac said with a meaningful smile. “It’s to buy something from you.”

"Buy something? What do you want to buy?"

"You, and the lives of your 154 men."

"What!?"

boom!!

Deafening roars echoed from all directions, and the walls surrounding the casino collapsed.

Dozens of armed soldiers stormed in, and before they could even react, they picked up machine guns and began firing at them.

"Ahhhhh!!"

"save......"

The stench of blood mingled with screams, creating an eerie atmosphere accompanied by the soft jazz music playing in the casino.

Isaac, holding his juice, smiled as he watched the corpses fall one after another in front of him.

"It wasn't easy to lure you out, Mr. Cartersis." He smiled as he looked at the corpse lying in a pool of blood and poured his drink over it.

"cheers."

Chapter 543: The Factory Is About to Open

"Is it this family that's here to collect protection money from us?"