Seryosha didn't answer Yuri's phone, he didn't think much about it, he just thought that because of the jet lag, Yuri had probably fallen asleep. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He couldn't have guessed that Yuri was starting his own revenge plan at the moment.

In Atlantic City, in a humble grilled rib restaurant, the owners of three of the city's Irish casinos, Clement, James and Edward, once again gather together to play poker. This time, Clement brought a bottle of fine Scotch whisky to celebrate Yuri's departure.

"Clement, it's better to do your way! It's only been a few days, and we don't know how much better our casino business is! If I had known this, I would have found someone to kill that Russian! James said with a grin, biting on his cigar.

"Hey! If it weren't for the fact that the Russian took so much money out of my casino, I wouldn't have chosen this method against him. But I'm still a little worried, after all, those people told me that an old man ran away with him, and I don't know if there will be any consequences? Clement replied with some caution.

"Don't worry, Clement! That kid fell off the bridge, and when he got to the hospital, he had half his life left, and even if he ran away, he probably wouldn't live long, and there was still an old man left, I don't think there was anything to worry about at all! Edward exclaimed with relief.

Edward's luck was exceptionally good tonight, and he won a lot of chips in front of him with a few hands. James played for a long time and almost didn't lose or win, but it was Clement, who was always the luckiest, who lost the most.

"MD, this is an evil door today!" Clement saw that his hand was so bad that he folded, and Edward once again took everyone's chips!

"Haha, look at it. As soon as that Russian died, even my luck became better! Don't leave any of you tonight, let's play until dawn! Edward said happily.

Clement took a new cigar out of the humidor, pulled out a solid gold cigar cutter from the pocket of the clip, and cut off the tail of the cigar. Then he picked up the lighter on the table and expertly lit the cigar. Clement took a sip from the glass on the table, and as soon as he swallowed it, he felt a hot and uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. These days, Clement has been keeping an eye on Yuri's whereabouts, making his appetite not very good, and he can't eat much. After drinking a little wine at this time, my stomach immediately became a little uncomfortable.

"Waiter, give me a barbecue sandwich!" Clement called out in a loud voice.

"Clement, is your appetite so good?" James asked.

"I don't feel very sick in my stomach and want to eat something! Waiter, I want a sandwich! Clement then called. It's a pity that after half a day, no one answered him at all.

"MD, what's going on, is the waiter asleep?" Edward said with a strange feeling.

Clement felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, and he decided to go and see for himself. Clement got up from his seat, clutched his stomach and walked towards the kitchen. He pushed open the kitchen door, and it was empty. Strange, Clement took a few more steps forward to the back of the table. A man in a waiter's uniform was lying on the ground, not knowing what he was doing.

"Hey, get me a sandwich, you ......" Clement couldn't say anything more than he could say, and blood slowly flowed from under the man's body, and soon onto Clement's leather shoes.

"Ah~~! Yes~~! Clement sat down on the floor in fright, he didn't know what was happening, and soon he got up from the ground and ran out of the kitchen screaming.

"James! Edward! Get out of here, someone's dead inside! Fast! Clement exclaimed, and James and Edward, who were sitting outside, looked at him with confused expressions and didn't understand what was going on.

"Hurry up, something is wrong here, the waiter has been killed!" Clement said as he rushed to the gate, which he opened, only to find that the iron gate had been locked at some point. James and Edward, who were following him closely, were also taken aback, and the three of them immediately felt the aura of danger.

"Blair, come here and open this damn door, Blair!" Clement called out to his bodyguards, but no one answered him, and there was a dead silence here, and no one paid any attention to him. But Clement smelled a lot of gasoline, and the smell made Calemend's heart rise to his throat, and he immediately understood what was going on.

"Yuri! Isn't it you, we can talk, there is something to say Yuri! Clement guessed who might have done all this.

Ivankov pushed Yuri, who was in a wheelchair, and slowly walked to the main entrance of the restaurant. The three Irish casino owners huddled on the other side of the gate immediately understood what was going on. They immediately began to beg Yuri for mercy, and as long as Yuri let them go, they were willing to hand over the casino in their hands unconditionally. Yuri doesn't seem to care about that, though.

"We need to hurry, the police may come in a moment!" Ivankov reminded.

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

Ivankov took a box of cigarettes out of his pocket and handed it and the lighter to Yuri, who took a deep breath. It was his first cigarette since he was injured, and Yuri was so uncomfortable that he even coughed.

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

"That's it, Yuri! It's all Clement's doing, I don't know anything! James also pushed himself to the bottom.

"Yuri, I'm willing to hand over my casino to you unconditionally and give you another sum of money! Leave me alone! Clement pleaded.

Yuri stared at them fiercely, taking a big gulp of his cigarette, and soon the cigarette was almost burning, Yuri flicked the cigarette butt out of his hand without hesitation, and the fire instantly covered the entire restaurant.

"Ah~~! Let me out! I don't want to die......" The wailing of the restaurant kept coming, Yuri himself turned his wheelchair around, and Ivankov quickly pushed him out of the place.

"Ivankov, do you think I should let them go!" Yuri asked, skeptically.

"Yuri, you're doing the right thing! We've given them a chance! Ivankov replied.

The two got into a van on the side of the road, where the six Russian stowaways involved in tonight's operation were waiting. Ivankov opened the backpack behind him and shook all the money on the ground, 10,000 bundles of dollars were enough for 18 bundles. Ivankov said to them: "You can take the money and leave, or you can stay!" Let's forget about tonight! ”

"Boss, we want to stay and follow you!" The six of them looked at each other for a while, and whispered in unison.

Yuri and Ivankov looked at each other and smiled, thought about it for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.