Those who have won are trying to keep their chips, and those who have lost are scouring the chips scattered everywhere.

I don't know who was the first to react and rushed to the window to exchange chips, and then more and more people scrambled for it.

After all, chips are not as attractive as gold pounds, and if the Beria gang does not exchange them, then it is better to grab the chips in your hand than waste paper...... Although these gamblers are not honest people, at least their brains are not yet funny.

The glass of the exchange window was shattered, and the beautiful maid in charge of exchanging chips was so frightened that she didn't have the courage to stop it, and hurriedly ran out of the back door, avoiding a tragic end.

The scene became more and more chaotic, and dozens of gangsters were either lying on the ground wailing, or they had been trampled to the point of losing their breath, and there was nothing they could do to stop this.

The "arbiter" Hugh fled to the gate, turned around and saw this messy scene like after a disaster, opened his mouth slightly, and was a little stunned for a while.

Am I all provoking this? I'm just looking for someone...... A big question mark could not help but appear in Miss Hugh's mind.

Then, with her experience, she chose to leave the scene quickly.

"Stop!"

A voice that was not loud enough rang out in the hall, but it frightened everyone in place.

Because, with the man's command, several people standing behind him took out their revolvers, and pulled the trigger towards the ceiling without any scruples, and it was this crisp gunfire that quieted the scene.

The lucky one, who was crawling towards the inside of the exchange window, suddenly stopped, was afraid and did not grasp the angle, "plopped", and fell to the ground.

The man who came out of the back of the casino was about forty years old, but he was relatively well maintained, his short black hair was neatly combed to the back of his head, and he walked to the center of the hall with a stern face, his neatly trimmed beard shook slightly, and finally stopped in front of the pile of gangsters lying on the ground, suppressed his anger and asked:

"What the hell is going on?"

The big man lost his prestige, hugged his right leg in severe pain, and cried aggrievedly:

"Someone is making trouble, and we are all plotted."

The gang boss looked at each other in disgust and asked, "Is it from the Zmange Party......

It's a pity that before he finished his words, he felt a heart-piercing pain from his cheeks, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and blood was stained with his palm.

"Whoever did it, get out of here!" He shouted heartbreakingly.

The gangsters around them raised their revolvers, keeping their shooting stance, but in the next second, the revolver they held in their palms was hit so hard that they all got out of their hands.

"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and the crowd became "chaotic" again, running away, and even greedy people continued to loot chips and gold pounds.

The gang boss was covering the wounds on his face, and viciously ordered his subordinates to block the door, and never let go of the real murderer, and he walked quickly to the private room at the back of the hall, eager to deal with the injuries.

Everything seems to be so natural.

…………

However, all of this naturally stems from the handiwork of Louise and Catherin, and the extraordinary man is as simple as a strong man bullying a child in the dark.

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In the midst of the chaos, Miss "The Fortune Teller" received a hint from Louise's eyes, touched the strange necklace she was wearing on her chest, and poured spirituality into it.

Then, Katrin felt like she had entered another world, almost exactly like the original, but she knew it was false, shattered at the slightest touch.

It's not difficult to manipulate the dream to spread until you suck the gang boss and the surrounding members into the dream.

At this time, Louise began to act, she knocked out all the gunmen who were protecting the gang boss, and then took out a bottle of potion, which was a "psychic potion" she had prepared especially for this time.

Accompanied by a quiet and charming fragrance, with a hint of wine, but not pungent, Louise's eyes were ghosted, which looked a little weird.

The colors are mixed like oil paintings, and the blurry and dreamy picture flashes, and she enters the dream of the gang boss.

And the other party's spirit was muddy, like a drunken state, looking directly at Louise's deep, as if it could suck the soul in, and slowly lost himself.

The first time the psychic that did not rely on the "Source Castle" went well, and Louise's heart was quite excited.

She slowed her voice, as if whispering, inducing the other party to gradually let go of the sea of hearts.

"Why are you targeting Bartley?"

"Because that's what Mr. Walter ordered me to do."

Walter, that's not the name of that "Apostle of Desire...... Louise was a little surprised, and she continued to ask softly:

"Who is Mr. Walter?"

The gangster boss, who looked very cold, inexplicably showed a look of adoration, and said in a flurry tone:

"Mr. Walter is mysterious, powerful, elegant, and the man I admire the most."

"He ordered me to destroy Baron Bartley's family and force him to sell his shares in the bank...... But I let him escape from Beckland, and I did not complete Mr. Walter's mission......"

Louise felt guilty when she found that the other party was sincere, so she couldn't help but purse the corners of her mouth, and then asked:

"The package to 59 Agram Street was sent by you, right? What is the purpose? ”

Without hesitation, the gang boss replied, "It was Mr. Walter's orders, and he was only allowed to intimidate the other party once, and not let me take the next step." ”

It's this guy again, it seems that this so-called Walter is probably the extraordinary one who cursed Bartley's daughter, but what is his relationship with the "Apostle of Desire" Jason Beria, and could he also be a member of the Beria family...... Without figuring this out, Louise did not dare to act rashly, and she induced and asked in a strange language:

"What does Walter look like and where does he live?"

As the gang boss pondered, a grim face appeared on the sea of minds next to him.

Curly hair, eyebrows like short swords, straight stabbing upwards, eyes sharp and cold, slender face......

"I don't know where Mr. Walter lives, he comes to me every time."

Trying to ask from different angles, but getting no answers, shows how cautious he is...... Louise reluctantly gave up, and she finally said:

"It's just a dream, and when you wake up, you forget what you've been through."

After several hints, the mob boss muttered, "It's a dream...... It's a dream......

Exiting the psychic state, Louise looked at the "soothsayer" lady who was guarding her, nodded slightly, and said:

"Get out of here."

After a while, the gang boss woke up, found that the wound on his face was no longer bleeding, and his men lay on their backs on the chair and the ground, and angrily kicked him awake, and angrily rebuked:

"Go find the troublemaker, or I'll shave all your faces!"