Chapter 186 Big Brother’s Rage (1/2)
Chapter 186: Big Brother’s Rage
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Having promised Li Du, Marlin immediately ordered his men, ”Black Leopard, go check the cameras; Dutas, go settle with those two women…”
A dark-skinned Native American nodded and left, while the other man didn’t move. Instead, he seemed to have something to say, but was reluctant to speak.
”What are you doing?” Marlin asked, creasing his brows.
Dutas cringed his nose and said, ”Boss, those two, I know them—”
”Speak!”
”They are dancers under your cousin, Haris,” Dutas said carefully. ”Normally, they’ll take orders from Mr. Haris, and then they’ll set up some idiot blinded by lust.”
Marlin creased his brows further. ”D*mmit, so the one behind all of this was Haris?”
The video was found. Black Leopard came back and said, ”Boss, that guy was indeed with another Chinese man. After betting a million, his Chinese companion snuck out.”
Marlin had been dealing with casinos for many years, had seen all kinds of tricks being pulled. When he heard these details, he roughly had the situation figured out.
After clearing his thoughts, he said, ”Bring Haris, that b*stard, to me! Salman, bring everyone who was involved here!”
If Haris wanted to set someone up, then the boxman and dealer would definitely be part of things. Marlin didn’t care about that; when were casinos ever ”clean?” What casino didn’t do anything underhanded?
What made him mad was that he hadn’t known his own men were cooperating with his cousin to do such things!
People were doing things behind his back, which was something a leader could not accept!
Salman was first brought over. He blanked out for a moment upon seeing Li Du and the others sitting across from him drinking coffee. He soon understood that the situation wasn’t good.
Facing Marlin, he nervously gave him a bow and said, ”Mr. Marlin, may I know what I can do for you—”
Without letting him finish, Marlin slapped him, with a bright and crisp sound. Salman groaned in pain after getting slapped until he lost balance.
After the beating, he realized that things were turning south; he hastily pleaded, ”Mr. Marlin, please tell me, what did I do wrong? Please advise me—”
”F*ck! What were you and Haris trying to do!? Who else was involved?!” Marlin glared in cold rage, his eyes were bloodshot; he was apparently reaching his breaking point.
Salman shuddered, and said in panic, ”Mr. Marlin, I don’t really understand what you’re trying to say, please—”
”Sh*t up! Are you still trying to fool me? You know what we do to traitors in Comanche, don’t you? You know, don’t you?!”
Marlin waved his hand, and Black Leopard pulled out a Gerber knife. With a flicker of his wrist, the blade flashed out.
Salman was even more frightened now; his body spazzed in fright as if he were having a stroke. ”I know, sir, I’m aware of it—but please be fair, I’ve never betrayed you... I’m not a traitor.”
Marlin gritted his teeth and said, ”From now on, I don’t want to hear any nonsense from you. One more word, and I’ll let Black Leopard cut you up!”
”At most five cuts,” Black Leopard coolly said, ”and then he’ll die.”
”It’s fine,” Marlin said viciously. ”If he dies, then continue working on the face of his 20-year-old wife!”