Chapter 383 - Masked Man (1/2)

The man in the plaid s.h.i.+rt provided a valid reason. “We had an agreement before. You do know the work you did in three days paid you more than what you earned in half a year, right?”

“Yes. But unfortunately, it’s not enough,” the woman replied.

“Not enough… What do you mean by that?” “Okay, I changed my mind. How about sharing all the money we made in the past few days? Otherwise, I’ll tell the casinos what you have done… I believe they will be interested in your recent… winning streak…”

The the Mediterranean sea-breeze wasn’t that cold, but for some reason, the flannel-s.h.i.+rted man s.h.i.+vered. “Why are you doing this?!”

“Why? Because I need more money.”

“But we had an agreement.”

“Yes, yes, you guys always like to talk about agreements and agreements. But you know agreements mean nothing in this world, right? Whatever you’ve been doing; that breaks the game’s rules too, right?”.

“But…” flannel-s.h.i.+rt paused suddenly, and then a look of horror materialized on his face.

“Hey… is that necessary? I just want half of the money. Are you terrified, or what?”

An unfamiliar voice came from behind her, “I’m sorry to disturb you. I wonder if you two are interested in enjoying the night view of Monaco?”

The woman turned around and saw a black Buick stopping behind her. The window of the pa.s.senger side came down, and a head poked out from it. The person was bald, and he did not look like he had good intentions. A mermaid tattoo was also on his neck.

In comparison to flannel-s.h.i.+rt, whose calf was already trembling, his fake wife managed to put up a better act. Although she was actually nervous right now, she still mustered enough courage to ask the man a question. “Are you… from the casino?”

“You should watch what you say, miss. We have nothing to do with the casino. We are just a group of Monaco’s hospitable residents,” the bald tattooed man grinned, giving off an unsavory and vile look.

Although they did not admit it, even a fool would have known that the man and his people in this black Buick were related to the casino. The local casinos were concerned about their reputation. Although there were certain things they wouldn’t do themselves, it certainly didn’t mean that they would sit by and do nothing

The inability to hold the two of them responsible for what they did in the casino in front of everyone was by no means a guarantee that they would not hire external help to intervene with the problem outside. The black Buick appearing at this hour was obviously here to solve the casino’s problem.

Flannel-s.h.i.+rt became more and more nervous. It was his first time encountering this kind of trouble and had no idea what he should do in such a situation. Nervously glancing around his surroundings, it was apparent that he was desperate to escape. The woman was also regretting her recent actions. In the past three days, the two had easily scammed away a considerable amount of money from the few casinos, managing to make a fool out of them. Blinded by the thrill and ease of the profits, her appet.i.te became so ravenous to the point that she was deluded.

She thought that those casinos were her personal ATM, especially after she got to know that there was a technical team supporting flannel-s.h.i.+rt. They were the original team, and as he said, she was only recruited to the team to cover him temporarily. Before that, she was just a pole dancer at a small bar in a small town. She was a n.o.body. When she couldn’t make rent, she even provided extraservices to the men in the bar.