Chapter 401 - 361: Hesitant Mexicans, Little Days’ Provocation

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK... A knock came from the door.

"Who is it?" A large man with an Indian appearance got up from a chair near the door. He had been playing on his phone, and as he spoke, his hand was already reaching for his waist.

"¡Carlos, estamos de vuelta! ¡Abre la puerta!"

Hearing the familiar Spanish, the large man finally relaxed, walking to the door and pulling it open.

Four fierce-looking burly men filed into the room.

Carlos poked his head out the door to look around before pulling it shut.

"Anthony! How’d it go?" Carlos asked with a grin.

"A walk in the park! The n****r just wouldn’t listen, so I put a bullet straight into his stomach. I guess the desert wolves are getting an extra meal tonight!" Anthony, with his full beard, flashed a bloodthirsty smile.

"I’ll take you to the boss," Carlos said with a shrug.

The four followed Carlos toward the suite’s master bedroom. As they passed the living room sofa, the three burly men who had stood up because of the knock sat back down again.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! "Boss, Anthony and the guys are back!"

When Carlos’s shout was heard from inside the room, the faint moans of a woman, which could be heard from the doorway, abruptly ceased.

"Come in!"

The five burly men walked cautiously into the room and immediately saw a man and two women lying on the bed.

The women were completely naked, but they seemed utterly unfazed by the men’s stares.

The middle-aged man, who had a trimmed goatee and Latin American features, sat up and asked, "Is everything taken care of?!"

Anthony’s smile vanished. "Yes, it’s all taken care of," he said, glancing at the women on either side of the middle-aged man, indicating that this wasn’t the place to talk.

So the middle-aged man got out of bed. With one hand, he gave one of the voluptuous women a squeeze and said, "Let’s talk outside."

In an instant, only the two women with dazed expressions remained in the room.

"Speak. What did you find out?" the middle-aged man asked calmly. He didn’t ask about the black man’s fate, instead moving on to another matter.

Anthony said, "After we left, that guy from Huaxia won a total of 22 million US dollars by the time it was over!"

"22 million US dollars!?" The middle-aged man looked surprised, then gestured with his eyes for Anthony to continue.

"That’s right. According to people who came out after, if the Japanese and the Arabs hadn’t cut their losses when they did, they would have lost their entire stakes."

"And what’s more, we’ve figured out this Huaxia man’s identity!" As he spoke, Anthony pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and scrolled through a dozen or so screenshots he’d taken from the news.

The middle-aged man stared at the large red text on the phone screen:

"Young Huaxia Billionaire, Net Worth Over One Billion US Dollars!"

"Emma’s New Boyfriend, a Young Huaxia Billionaire!"

...

The middle-aged man handed the phone back to his subordinate and fell into a thoughtful silence.

"Boss! You wanna go for a big score? This Wu Yun hasn’t cashed in his chips yet! It’ll be too late if we wait!" Anthony said, his expression full of excitement.

The middle-aged man frowned. "Hold on. This is Las Vegas. Send someone to tail them tomorrow. If they leave by plane, then forget it. But if they drive out of the city, follow them and see if an opportunity presents itself."

"Boss! How about we grab someone close to him?" Anthony suggested, pointing at Emma in the news article.

The middle-aged man exploded, "Do you want the whole world to know?! What the fuck is going on in that head of yours!"

"You actually believe what the media says? That Asian woman with him, though... she might be an option. For now, just follow them. We’ll decide after tomorrow’s fight."

’A direct loss of ten million... it really stung. It was a crippling blow. Who would’ve thought that ’expert’ we hired would turn out to be a total fraud!’

...

After seeing off Ayaka Sanji and her three companions, Wu Yun had lunch and rested for a bit. Then, he headed for the casino’s second basement level with Wei Wu, two other bodyguards, and Wang Hao.

As for Hawkeye and Poison Thorn, they remained outside to run surveillance and act as backup, just in case.

At the casino checkpoint, Nick was waiting for Wu Yun, the man who had twice tipped him a large sum. A brilliant smile bloomed across his face.

"Mr. Wu! Please, follow me. We’ve arranged front-row seats for you."

Today’s bare-knuckle fight was being held in a tiered hall on the second basement level.

The spectator seating in this tiered hall was divided into an upper and a lower level.

The upper level was filled with plush armchairs and sofas, but they weren’t in private booths; it was an open-plan arrangement.

This time, entourages weren’t separated from their bosses. Perhaps the organizers feared the heated atmosphere might lead to rash conflicts, especially since the front-row guests were all distinguished individuals.

Whether by coincidence or design, the man seated to Wu Yun’s left was the Arab in the white headdress. Behind him stood or sat bodyguards and assistants, all of whom had Middle Eastern features.

Seeing Wu Yun again, the Arab man across the small table smiled, nodded at him, and said, "Hello. I’m Bashir, from Dubai in the United Arab Emirates."

You don’t hit a person who’s smiling at you. Besides, Wu Yun had no grudge against Bashir, so he responded with a smile of his own. "I’m Wu Yun, from Huaxia."

Bashir waved a hand at his assistant, who immediately took a gold business card from a briefcase and handed it to him.

Bashir handed the card to Wu Yun. "This is my card. I was truly in awe of your skill at the tables yesterday. If you ever have the chance to visit Dubai, I insist on learning a thing or two from you personally!"