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They approached the counter. Sesame Cookie ordered some drinks for them. “We’ll have two cups of the best
green tea you have, Big Mustache.”
The bearded thug nodded slowly. “Okay, please wait and have a seat.”
“We’ll also have the tea in the backyard, Big Mustache,” Sesame Cookie added hurriedly. The bearded man shot a
suspicious look at Zeke, but Sesame Cookie waved it away just as hurriedly. “Don’t worry. He’s a friend. He’s
involved in the steel beam industry.”
‘Big Mustache’ did not look too convinced, but he finally nodded and led them to the backyard. The bearded man
then opened a manhole cover, revealing a secret passage that Sesame Cookie led Zeke into.
The passage opened out into a spacious underground chamber that was luxuriously decorated. Casino tables
littered the space liberally, along with various kinds of gambling equipment.
Riotously loud voices echoed through the entire place that reeked of seediness. The clock hanging on the wall had
hands pointed permanently at nine o’clock. The meaning behind it was more than clear to the gamblers who
frequented this den—the night was young. One more round at the tables would not hurt.
Obviously, Sesame Cookie’s vices were stirring. He rubbed his hands together. “Let’s go for a round of poker. If you
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Zeke just smiled at him coldly, not saying a word. Sesame Cookie cringed, putting on a pained smile and leading
him to a long corridor off the side of the hall. “Look, the people in charge of the casino are in the corridor.”
Just as they approached the corridor, two burly security guards stopped them.
“Sesame Cookie,” one of the security guards said, “Do you know what kind of place this is? Do you think you can
just stroll inside?”
Sesame Cookie rubbed his nose bashfully. “Uh, surely you can make an exception, brother? I’ve been in a spot of
trouble recently. I was hoping Kingpin could lend me some money.”
“Oh, piss off,” the other security guard growled. “You still owe Kingpin two million, Sesame Cookie. Still want to
borrow that money now?”
“Careful,” the first security guard snickered. “Kingpin might just sell you into slavery to cover your debt instead.”
“Okay, okay.” Sesame Cookie backed away quickly, turning to shrug at Zeke helplessly. The latter took that action to
mean that he was out of ideas. If he wanted to enter that corridor, he was on his own.
Zeke crossed his arms and spoke, “May I ask if the both of you were following Missy Williams last night?”
A sudden look of fear flitted across both the security guards’ faces. “W-w... who are you?”
“Your worst nightmare,” Zeke replied calmly.
As quick as a whip, his hands shot out to grab the two security guards’ heads, pushing them together forcefully. He
was too fast, lightning-like in his speed, leaving the two security guards with no time to react before their heads
collided with each other.
The impact made an unpleasantly loud crack, just as the two guards’ skulls cracked. Blood seeped from all of the
orifices on their faces even as they crumpled to the ground limply like noodles. They did not move any longer.
More importantly, no one noticed it had even happened. The scuffle had ended as quickly as it began, thanks to
Zeke’s impossibly fast reflexes. The gamblers in the room were far too worried about their winnings to notice
anything out of the ordinary.
Gingerly stepping over the bodies of the two security guards, Sesame Cookie led Zeke into the corridor.
The sides of the corridor were full of doors that led to many small rooms. The rooms were for the people in charge
of running the casinos to rest in.
At the very end of the corridor was Kingpin’s personal room.
Sesame Cookie was about to knock when Zeke kicked the door open.
He almost wished he had not. Zeke was not easily embarrassed, but the unwanted sight that met his eyes was
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A man and woman, both naked, were lying on the bed, bodies entwined together. Both were moaning in a very
suggestive and seductive way.
The man was obviously the boss here; no double entendre intended. It was Kingpin himself.
Upon seeing the two unwanted intruders, Kingpin spat a curse and hurriedly clambered off the woman. He
continued cursing them all out thoroughly, even as he pulled on his clothes.
“Who the hell are you people?” He demanded while buttoning up his shirt. “Who let you in here?”
Zeke wasted no time in getting to the point. “You were the one who followed my daughter yesterday?”
Briefly, Kingpin looked stunned. “You’re Missy Williams’ father?”
Zeke dipped his head coolly.
Kingpin stared at Zeke before looking at Sesame Cookie. He suddenly understood what had happened.
He spat a string of curses. “Sesame Cookie! You f*****ng betrayed me?”
Sesame Cookie just sighed, raising his arms in an exasperated. “Sorry, Kingpin. I had no choice. Also, I’m not from
the Mount Ymir Sect, so technically I didn’t betray you...”
“I’ll kill you all!” Kingpin roared.
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