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.

Wang Zikai.

“Wang Zikai, web novel writer, Lin Chuan’s good friend,” Big Tiger read out Wang Zikai’s information.

These criminal organizations could effortlessly obtain personal information about these individuals through certain entities.

As for who sold them the information, that remained a mystery.

“Xiaoyang.”

Big Tiger called out, his voice echoing from his office.

Outside, footsteps approached hastily: “Boss, what’s up?”

“Is there any hope of taking down this Wang Zikai?” Big Tiger raised his eyes, looking at his assistant, Xiaoyang.

Xiaoyang, holding a tablet, quickly looked up information on Wang Zikai.

Then he shook his head: “He’s a web novel writer, not much money…”

“Isn’t that perfect for us to work with?”

Big Tiger cut Xiaoyang off.

By work, there was no doubt he meant luring Wang Zikai to gamble.

Xiaoyang explained: “His girlfriend has money, also a web novel writer. He’s currently dependent on her.”

“Damn it, web novel writers can mooch off others?!” Big Tiger cursed aloud, spitting into the trash can with contempt. He disliked others living off someone, and even more so that web novel writers could do it.

What gave them the right?

I am strong and capable, exceptionally talented, and even handsome. Why doesn’t the boss lady of the group fancy me?

Bullshit!

Xiaoyang’s mouth twitched slightly, offering an awkward response: “Some people just like it that way. We’ve tried sending texts suggesting he has the chance to make it big, become his own master, no need to put up with mooching.”

“What did he say?” Big Tiger asked.

“He said…”

Xiaoyang paused, “Wang Zikai replied, ‘You don’t understand the joy of mooching off others.’

Big Tiger’s face twitched.

If Wang Zikai was in front of him, he would surely gift him with a string of punches!

So you’re proud to mooch off others, huh?

And you call it joy!

Suddenly, the office fell silent.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the door, filling the room with a chilling draft. Big Tiger wrapped himself more closely, deciding to move on from Wang Zikai, turning his attention to the others.

Looking around, it seemed only the Little Landlady had any potential leverage.

“And her?”

Big Tiger pointed at the image of the Little Landlady, asking.

Xiaoyang immediately shook his head, speaking with concern: “Boss, this woman is too shrewd, and she’s sharing a bed with Lin Chuan, telling him everything. If we start with her, we’re likely to be exposed very quickly.”

Big Tiger was silent.

He looked at the Little Landlady’s information.

–Zhang Xinxin, relationship with Lin Chuan: boyfriend and girlfriend, Chief Financial Officer and Chairman’s Secretary at 720 Company, contracted writer at Mars Novel Website, author of “I Am Not the Medicine God.”