Seeing Quentin’s cold gaze, Pockmark shivered.
“Well, since you’re asking for it, I’ll oblige!” Pockmark gritted his teeth.
Supported by several henchmen, he limped downstairs.
“Damn it, this fool, if Mr. Hinton personally intervenes, won’t we just chop him up?” Pockmark muttered under his breath, “He’s digging his own grave.”
“Pockmark, if Mr. Hinton intervenes, will he blame us for not doing our job well?”
Pockmark whispered, “Do you have any other options? Even if all of us join forces, we’re still no match for him. In this situation, letting Mr. Hinton handle it is the best option.”
A flash of killing intent crossed his eyes, “Only Mr. Hinton can avenge us!”
Listening to their whispered conversation, Quentin’s lips curled into a playful smile.
Thinking of revenge?
Such foolish dreams.
Emery followed alongside Quentin, whispering, “Quentin, do we really want to confront Mr. Hinton head-on? Mr. Hinton is a ruthless figure in the underworld!”
Quentin calmly said, “If we don’t deal with them decisively this time, they’ll continue to harass the Pittman family. What if something happens then?”
Emery was speechless. Although he said so, he was truly afraid to meet Mr. Hinton. With the other party’s power, even if they chopped him up on the spot and fed him to the dogs, no one would dare to intervene!
Charlotte hesitated, “Or… we could pool some money and settle with them.”
She really didn’t want Quentin to take risks.
Quentin shook his head, secretly amused by her naivety. In the current situation, even if they wanted to pay, the other party might not agree to a settlement. Besides, keeping such a malignant tumor around was always a time bomb, better to root it out!
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The car drove to the front of a large underground casino.
The casino was luxurious and imposingly decorated, clearly belonging to someone wealthy and powerful.
At the entrance, Quentin saw many gamblers being thrown out, their faces grimy and resentful.
Charlotte couldn’t help but sigh, “How many families have been ruined by gambling? These people know it’s bad, yet they still insist on indulging in it, I just don’t understand.”
Quentin smiled, “Gambling can stimulate the release of dopamine in the brain, that pleasure is even more stimulating than intimate relations.”
Hearing his words, Charlotte blushed and scoffed, “That’s not proper.”
Pockmark glanced back at Quentin and the others, sneering inwardly. These guys were facing death, yet they remained so calm?
They would regret it soon.
“Aren’t you eager to see our boss? Let me inform him, you wait here for now.”
“Get lost-” Quentin glanced at him, dismissing him.
Pockmark gritted his teeth in hatred, casting a glance at Quentin, and limped inside.
Quentin said lightly, “Since we’re here, let’s have some fun, it’s not a wasted trip.”
Charlotte was startled, “Are you going to gamble too?”
Quentin said, “Just for fun, not really gambling. Do you have any cash with you?”
Charlotte took out her wallet and pulled out a few red bills, “I only brought five hundred.”
Quentin took one of them, smiled confidently, “A hundred is enough.”
With that, he confidently strode inside.
The interior of the casino was spacious, bustling with people.
Occasional cheers or cries could be heard, the faces of those people filled with excitement, staring intensely at the gambling tables, looking crazy and obsessed.
Charlotte looked disdainful.
In her opinion, these gamblers, in the end, were just harming themselves and others! How many people became overnight millionaires here? And how many ended up losing everything, their families ruined? Those who became rich overnight mostly ended up losing all their money in the end, becoming like the latter!
Quentin approached a gambling table, glancing at the opposite side where three dice were rolled, betting on big or small points.
The dealer shook the dice, loudly urging, “Place your bets, place your bets!”
He slammed the dice onto the table, firmly pressing them down, saying, “Ready to roll-”
Quentin flicked his fingertip, and that red bill flew into the center. With hands in his pockets, he walked over slowly, “I bet small, a hundred bucks.”