Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 707 - 297: The Federation!? Not Worth Shit

Fang Qingyu raised his head, his face a bit pale, but his eyes remained calm.

He shook his head, his voice slightly hoarse from fatigue: "No problem, just a bit of internal shock, a little adjustment and I’ll be fine."

Then, his gaze swept over Zhao Kui who was tied up on the ground, and then looked at Liu San, with a tone of confirmation: "This, counts as the top accomplishment, right?"

Liu San nodded his head like a chick pecking at rice, almost spitting out with excitement: "Absolutely! Definitely! Brother Yu, this is absolutely the top accomplishment! The top of top accomplishments! Brother Su Kuang knocked down seven or eight of them alone, that’s definitely the second best!"

He patted his chest, his voice resolute, "Don’t worry! Although our Cyan Dragon Gang is not big, we adhere strictly to rules! Whoever deserves the credit gets it, and anyone who dares to steal or play tricks, I’ll be the first to chop them up! None of Meng’s men would do such a dirty deed!"

Chu Kuanglan was on the side, directing people to tie up the last prisoner. Upon hearing Liu San’s words, he grinned wide, showing two rows of white teeth, and smiled brightly as he encouraged the crowd: "Move quickly! Tie the ropes tightly, haha!"

Soon, the casino was completely cleared out.

Besides the twenty-plus prisoners tied up like dumplings and stuffed into two shabby vans, Liu San immediately pulled out his old and worn-out phone, shouting to summon several empty, dilapidated trucks.

The ensuing scene was just like a swarm of locusts passing through.

"Move! Take everything! Don’t leave those Blood Wolf bastards a single table or machine!"

"That box of chips over there! And that slot machine! Yes, the one that looks the most expensive!"

"Safe! Find a crowbar! Pry it open for me!"

"The bar’s liquor! Take it all! It’s all money!"

Liu San moved like a whirlwind throughout the chaotic casino hall, his voice hoarse yet unbelievably excited.

The ecstatic smile on his face hadn’t faded since Su Yu dragged Zhao Kui out.

He directed the members of the Cyan Dragon Gang like ants moving house, practically stuffing all of Chengdu into the waiting trucks.

"We’re loaded! This time we’re really filthy rich!"

A member of the Cyan Dragon Gang carried a heavy slot machine component.

Though exhausted with a grimace, he couldn’t stop grinning.

"With these ready-made machines and these twenty-plus people, our Cyan Dragon Gang is going to take off!"

Another gang member embraced two boxes of chips, his eyes sparkling.

Liu San listened to his subordinate’s discussions, grinning even wider.

Yes, Meng’s long-time planning was for this day, wasn’t it?

With these spoils, they could immediately open a proper casino.

And Su Yu’s addition.

It was like Heaven sent Divine Weapon, advancing the plan brilliantly.

When the last truck left the back street of the casino fully loaded with spoils.

It was already early morning.

Liu San led the large troop, pressing the prisoners, driving the cars.

A grand procession heading back to the Cyan Dragon Gang territory in Gray Rock District.

Though it was late night, the vicinity of the Cyan Dragon Gang’s base in Gray Rock District was brightly lit and bustling.

The abandoned warehouse, secretly acquired by Lei Meng for future casino use, had its gates wide open, with several temporary high-power spotlights illuminating the front yard as bright as day.

The Cyan Dragon Gang members were zealously unloading spoils from the casino into the warehouse.

Fang Qingyu and others did not participate in the hauling, instead resting on the concrete steps of a low building opposite the warehouse.

They were marked with traces of dust and sweat.

Old Qin watched the warehouse entrance, where Liu San spun around like a top, his voice strained from excitement and shouting, his face a mix of ecstasy and an almost religious fervor, couldn’t help but chuckle softly and curse: "These guys, acting like they haven’t won a battle in eight lifetimes? Seeing Liu San’s rush, his eyes are almost popping out."

Fang Qingyu also watched the overworked Liu San, his mouth twitching slightly, speaking with a touch of sentiment: "Probably endured tough days for too long. Suddenly turning the tables, it’s a bit unreal, needs frenzied work to confirm it’s not a dream."

Just then.

Several blinding car lights pierced the darkness of the street.

Accompanied by ear-piercing braking sounds, three ordinary sedans rushed to the warehouse entrance like runaway horses.

Tires screeched, creating unpleasant noise.

Car doors slammed open.

Lei Meng and several other core executives of the Cyan Dragon Gang jumped out of the cars.

Lei Meng still wore his signature black silk training clothes.

But at this moment, the clothes were smeared with mud and dust, even showing noticeable tears and dark red stains.

His face bore several scratches, hair disheveled.

He looked weathered and extremely disheveled, as if he just crawled out of a junk pile.

However, when his gaze swept across the brightly lit, bustling warehouse entrance, seeing the things being moved inside, his weary eyes suddenly sparkled with ecstatic light.

"Boss!!"

Liu San also spotted Lei Meng first, almost tumbling and rolling out of the warehouse.

Rushing to Lei Meng’s side.

Seeing the boss and several other high-ranking brothers equally embarrassed, then thinking of tonight’s incredible victory, a surge of indescribable emotion hit Liu San’s nose, his eyes instantly turned red, his voice choked with sobs and massive excitement: "Boss!!! We succeeded!!! The casino is ours! All the stuff is brought back! And we’ve captured more than twenty prisoners!!"

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