Chapter 505 - Chapter 505: Chapter 313: Settling New and Old Grudges Together (1/2)

Chapter 505: Chapter 313: Settling New and Old Grudges Together

On a winter afternoon.

The weather in Anling City changed rapidly, bringing winds, clouds turning overcast, the sky above dismal with dreary clouds, blanketing everything in a grey haze. The biting cold wind penetrated an underground gambling den, producing a rumbling sound, as if ghosts were sobbing.

This underground gambling den was very concealed.

From the outside, it looked like a warehouse, with half-closed rusting iron doors allowing a sliver of dim yellow light to escape, frequented by a few young people who resembled the unemployed.

Every so often, vans would arrive, disgorging one punter after another, like lambs to the slaughter.

This was a gambling den set up by the Baisheng Group in Anling.

But its purpose extended far beyond simple gambling. Every gambler that entered was ensnared in a trap. One false step and they fell into their clutches, to be manipulated at will.

Generally speaking, for the gamblers who owed money, if they were young and strong, they would be offered an opportunity to make money, like being lured with high wages to a factory.

This factory was most likely in the Myanmar area, infamous for its fraud operations.

A gambling den like this devoured people without spitting out the bones.

The ban on gambling in Anling City was stringent.

But human nature is unpredictable. Once hooked, everyone dreams of upgrading their bicycle to a motorbike.

After the Old Street Factory District incident, the Baisheng Group became more cautious in its Anling operations; without an introduction, one simply couldn’t enter this gambling den.

The public security division of Anling Police Station had long been trying to locate this underground gambling den, but to no avail.

In the deepest part of this gambling den.

There was an office where several dim ceiling lamps cast a feeble light. The dense smell of tobacco was suffocating.

Big Tiger held a cigar between his index and middle finger, gently blowing smoke rings which slowly dissipated in the light.

The last time, Croney’s operation had failed, making the Baisheng Group hesitant to act rashly again.

A Lin Chuan wasn’t worth their further sacrifice.

Moreover, they wanted to capture Lin Chuan alive.

A dead Lin Chuan had no value.

Big Tiger’s eyes were icy as he stubbed out the half-smoked cigar in the ashtray and picked up a sketch that contained information and relationship charts related to Lin Chuan.

He planned to wait another two days for the Croney incident to fade and then strike Lin Chuan with a thunderous move.

This time, he would surely succeed!

“Little brother, I will avenge you!” Big Tiger murmured this to himself as if giving himself a firmer reason, glancing at the photo of him and Old Bao on his desk.

Immediately.

Big Tiger refocused his gaze back on the sketch.

On it were the Little Landlady, Shen Qianqian, Xia Qingqing, Wang Zikai, and even Lin Chuan’s editor Youyou.

In the sketch, each relationship line was clearly marked.

However, quite a few names had been crossed out.

Like Shen Qianqian, Xia Qingqing.

“These two cops must never be led to the gambling den, otherwise it’s like letting the wolves in,” Big Tiger muttered.

Immediately.

He shifted his attention to the next name.