Seryosha did not answer Yuri's phone call. He didn't think much about it. He just thought that Yuri had probably fallen asleep because of the jet lag. He could not guess that Yuri was starting his revenge plan at this moment.

In Atlantic City, in an inconspicuous barbecue restaurant, Clemente, James and Edward, the owners of three Irish casinos in the city, gathered together to leisurely play poker. This time, Clemente brought a bottle of excellent scotch to celebrate Yuri's departure.

"Clement, it's better for you! It's only a few days now, and we don't know how much the business in our casino has improved! If I had known this, I would have found someone to kill that Russian!" James said with a smile on his cigar.

"Hi! If the Russian hadn't brought people to win so much money from my casino, I wouldn't have chosen this method to deal with him. But I was still a little worried. After all, those people told me that an old man had taken him away, and I wonder if there would be any consequences?" Clemente replied cautiously.

"Don't worry, Clement! The boy fell from the bridge and only half of his life was left when he arrived at the hospital. Even if he ran away, he would probably not live long. There was still an old man left. I don't think it was enough to worry at all!" Edward comforted.

Edward was particularly lucky tonight, and he won a lot of chips in front of him after a few cards. James played for a long time and almost didn't lose or win. On the contrary, Clemente, who has always been the best luck, lost the most.

"d, today is a bad door!" Clemente folded directly when he saw that his card face was too bad. Edward hugged everyone's chips again!

"Haha, look. When that Russian dies, even my luck has improved! No one of you will leave tonight, let's play until dawn!" Edward said happily.

Clemente took out a new cigar from the cigar box, took out a pure gold cigar cut from the pocket of the horse clip, and cut the tail of the cigar. Then he picked up the lighter on the table and lit the cigar skillfully. Clemente picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it. As soon as he swallowed it, his stomach felt a little hot and uncomfortable. These days, Clemente has been paying attention to Yuri and the others' whereabouts, which made him not very good and he couldn't eat. After drinking a little wine, his stomach immediately felt a little uncomfortable.

"Waiter, give me a barbecue sandwich!" Clement called out loudly.

"Clement, you have such a good appetite?" James asked.

"I don't feel very comfortable in my stomach, I want something to eat! Waiter, I want a sandwich!" Clemente continued to call. Unfortunately, half a day passed and no one answered him at all.

"d, what's going on? Did the waiter fall asleep?" Edward said with some surprise.

Clemente had a little uncomfortable inside her stomach, so he decided to go and see it in person. Clemente got up and stood up from her seat, covering her stomach and walked towards the kitchen. He pushed open the kitchen door, and there was no one inside. Clemente was a little surprised, and he walked a few more steps forward and came to the back of the table. A man in the uniform of a waiter was lying on the ground, not knowing what he was doing.

"Hey, give me a sandwich, listen..." Clemente couldn't speak halfway, and blood slowly flowed out from under the man, and soon it flowed to Clemente's leather shoes.

"Ah~~! Ah~~!" Clemente sat on the ground in fear. He didn't know what was going on. Soon he rolled and crawled from the ground, and ran out of the kitchen screaming.

"James! Edward! Get out of here, someone is dead inside! Hurry!" Clemente screamed, James and Edward sitting outside looked at him with confusion and didn't understand what was going on.

"Go away, something is wrong here, the waiter is killed!" Clement said as he rushed towards the door. He opened the door, but found that the iron gate at the door was locked at some point. James and Edward, who were following him, were also shocked, and the three of them immediately felt the dangerous aura.

"Blair, come and open this damn door, Blair!" Clemente called his bodyguard, but no one answered him at all. There was a silence here, and no one paid any attention to him. However, Clemente smelled a huge smell of gasoline, which immediately made Carlemente's heart rise to his throat, and he immediately understood what was going on.

"Yuri! Is it you? We can talk about it. You can have something to say about Yuri!" Clemente guessed that it was possible that he had done all this.

Ivankov pushed Yuri in his wheelchair and slowly walked to the main entrance of the restaurant. The three Irish casino owners squeezed on the other side of the iron gate immediately understood what was going on. They immediately began to beg Yuri for mercy. As long as Yuri let them go, they were willing to hand over the casino in their hands unconditionally. However, Yuri didn't seem to care about these things.

"We have to hurry up, the police may come later!" Ivankov reminded.

"Okay, give me a cigarette!" Yuri replied.

Ivankov took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it and the lighter to Yuri. Yuri took a deep breath. This was the first cigarette since he was injured. Yuri was still a little uncomfortable and even started to cough.

"Yuri, your affairs are instructed by Clement, it has nothing to do with me!" Edward said in horror.

"That's right, Yuri! It's all Clemente's fault, I don't know anything!" James also pushed himself out.

"Yuri, I am willing to hand over my casino to you unconditionally and give you another sum of money! Let me go!" Clement kept begging.

Yuri stared at them fiercely and sucked the cigarette in big mouthfuls. Soon the cigarette was almost burned. Yuri blew the cigarette butt in his hand without hesitation, and the fire instantly covered the entire restaurant.

"Ah~~! Let me go! I don't want to die..." A wailing sound kept coming from the restaurant. Yuri turned his wheelchair by himself, and Ivankov quickly pushed him and left the place with big strides.

"Ivankov, do you think I should let them go!" Yuri asked with some doubt.

"Yuri, you did it right! We have given them a chance!" Ivankov replied.

The two got on a van on the side of the road, and six Russian smugglers who participated in the operation tonight were waiting here. Ivankov opened the backpack behind him and shook the money inside to the ground. Ten thousand bundles of dollars were enough for 18 bundles. Ivankov said to them: "You can leave with money or stay! Everyone has forgotten what happened tonight!"

"Boss, we want to stay and hang out with you!" The six of them looked at each other for a while and said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!