Bennet's hands and feet were a little cold, and although he was in the warm room, his back was already wet with cold sweat.

He started from the grass, and his position in the underground world of the chaotic city was supported by this gambling house and brothels, but overnight, all of them were seized by the Gray Temple, and everyone was captured.

This is obviously not a surprise inspection that can prevaricate the past, and he has always been able to make everything look in order before the inspection, relying on the relationship maintained by money.

But this time it was a little different, the gambling house and brothels had been seized, and the news had only been sent to him this morning, and being able to do all of this meant that this was a big operation led by the Grey Temple against him.

Bennet inevitably thought of McGonagall, the restaurateur who had left a painless threat at the teahouse that day.

Over the years, he has indeed offended many people by being able to eat both black and white.

But even his eldest brother, who longed for him to die, had the identity of the patriarch of the Marquis family, and he couldn't do anything to him, and the other little soldiers and crabs were not taken seriously by him at all.

If it was McGonagall, how could he, a small restaurateur, have the ability to influence the Grey Temple to take action against him? And such a large-scale operation?

Bennet has some headaches and distress, although he has been whitewashing his identity all these years, allowing himself to get out of those black industries and turn into a successful businessman who can be on the table.

However, it takes a lot of money to maintain this false identity, such as the teahouse, although it is known as the first teahouse in the city of chaos, and receives distinguished guests of different identities every day, but so far it has been operating at a loss.

All this money comes from gambling houses and brothels.

Although he tried to draw a distance between the two, he had to admit that these things were indeed his most precious things.

Losing these two things, he is equivalent to losing his financial resources all at once, which is equivalent to losing everything.

"Is the relationship between the casino and the brothel and me clean?" Bennet asked, looking at the Director.

"Yes, except for a few trustworthy ones, no one knows that these gambling houses and brothels belong to you." The steward nodded hurriedly.

"They're all caught, too?" Bennet's brow furrowed.

"Don't worry, they are the most tight-mouthed, and they know what will happen to you, and they will never tell you." The steward patted his chest and reassured.

Bennet breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't get involved, then everything had room to maneuver, and said in a deep voice: "Go and find out the news again, see what the situation is, pay attention, don't put yourself in it." ”

"Yes." The Director left in a hurry.

"If the casino is gone, it will be gone, at least I am still a member of the Marquis family, as long as the hot pot restaurant can open smoothly, sooner or later one day I will take the position of patriarch from Bowen's hands, and the Marquis family should be inherited by me." Bennet muttered to himself in a low voice, slowly clenching his fists.

……

In the gloomy dungeon, the walls are covered with all kinds of torture instruments.

Screams rang from all over the cell, accompanied by the crisp and loud sound of leather whips.

"Boss, those mouths are tightly pried open, and the boss behind these gambling houses and brothels is Bennet Marquis. More than 50 bodies were exhumed in the backyard of the gambling house, most of them gamblers who made trouble in the casino or gamblers who won a lot of money in the casino.

The brothel confiscated a large amount of forbidden potions, and last night they took care of their pharmaceutical base, arrested a group of poison-making magicians, and the boss behind the scenes was also Bennet. A member of the Intelligence Department of the Grey Temple walked into Burton's office with a thick stack of confessions, placed the confession on his desk, and said with a bit of pride in his expression: "How can there be a mouth that our Intelligence Department can't pry open, this is really a big fish." ”

"I really don't know if I don't know, there is still such a ruthless person hidden in our chaotic city, and he has almost been washed ashore." Burton was also a little surprised to pick up the stack of confessions, flipped through them casually, and then looked up at the subordinate and said: "Focus on checking, see who is protecting them in the Gray Temple and the City Lord's Mansion, I want to see who can cover the sky with one hand and raise such a jackal under our noses." ”

"Yes." The subordinate closed the door and left.

Bolton looked at the stack of confessions and thought for a while, picked up the confession and walked out towards the hall master's room, this is a big case, it is not just a threat to McGonagall, you need to ask the hall master, the interests of all parties are involved, and his authority is probably not enough.

But he can be sure of one thing, the illegitimate son of the Marquis family has already been scheduled to be cool.

……

"Damn, the Ministry of Intelligence got high-level authority out of nowhere, and directly bypassed me to end those gambling houses and brothels in Bennet, and now I don't know what they are investigating, and the Ministry of Intelligence doesn't say anything, and I will be pushed back if the authority is not enough!" In an office in the Inspection Department, a middle-aged man slammed his fist against the wall, and said with a gloomy face.

"Captain, what now? Will this matter be found out to us? The two men in the uniforms of the inspection department wiped cold sweat and said a little nervously.

The man known as the captain withdrew his fist, quickly calmed down, shook his head and said: "Don't panic, few people know about this matter, it's all talked about in Bennet's teahouse, as long as Bennet is not investigated, we won't have a problem." And all we got was a little bit of the money......"

The two of them were relieved when they heard this, and when they heard the second half of the sentence, their eyes lit up.

The middle-aged man continued: "But we have to find out what the reason for this raid is first, even if we don't help to catch people, at least we can understand the situation first, so that we can deal with it." ”

"Okay, let's go to the Intelligence Department to find out." Hearing this, the two walked away quickly.

The middle-aged man paced in the room, and said to himself with a solemn face: "This situation must be reported to the adult, and it must be suppressed, otherwise I don't know how many people will be involved......"

……

McGonagall woke up early, as usual, turned off the alarm clock at the bedside, and was about to get up when the two little ones pounced.

"Meow~~"

"Dragon's Roar !!"

McGonagall couldn't help but smile as she looked at the two little guys lying on his side on the left and right, pretending to be fierce with a serious face.

"Gollum~"

At this moment, a belly scream sounded clearly.

"It's the hungry dragon roaring, I hear the sound of my belly." McGonagall looked at Amy with a smile.

"Oops, stupid belly, it screamed on its own." Amy's expression fell, she lifted a corner of the quilt and got into McGonagall's arms, and closed her eyes comfortably, "Hmm~~ It's so warm, it's so comfortable~~"

"Meow Meow~"

The ugly duckling followed the quilt and lay on McGonagall's stomach like a soft quilt.

"Tell me, if you want to eat something delicious in the morning, your father will make it for you." McGonagall asked with a smile as she looked down at the little one's cute face.