Bennett's hands and feet were a little cold. Although he was in a warm room, his back was already drenched in cold sweat.
He had risen from the bottom, and his status in Chaos City's underground world was supported by the gambling dens and brothels. However, all of them had been seized by the Gray Temple overnight, and all of his employees had been arrested.
This was obviously not a surprise inspection that could be avoided. In the past, he had always relied on money to maintain relationships, and he could always make everything seem to be in order before the inspection.
However, it was a little different this time. The gambling dens and brothels were all sealed up, and the news was only sent to him this morning. To be able to do all this meant that this was a big operation led by the Gray Temple against him.
Bennett couldn't help but think of Meg, the restaurant owner who made a harmless threat at the teahouse that day.
All these years, he had indeed offended many people to be able to survive in both the underworld and the underworld.
However, even his elder brother, who wanted him dead, couldn't do anything to him even though he was the head of the Marquis Family. He didn't care about the other small fries at all.
If it was Meg, how could a small restaurant owner like him have the ability to influence the Gray Temple to make a move on him? And it was such a large-scale operation?
Bennett felt a headache and heartache. Although he had been clearing his name all these years to get himself out of those illegal businesses and become a successful businessman, he still needed to maintain this kind of operation.
Take that teahouse for example. Although it was known as the best teahouse in Chaos City, and served guests of different identities every day, it had been operating at a loss until now.
All this money came from the gambling dens and brothels.
Although he tried his best to draw a clear line between these two, he had to admit that these things were indeed his most precious things.
Losing these two things meant that he had lost his source of income. It was as if he had lost everything.
"Have the gambling dens and brothels completely severed their ties with me?" Bennett asked that manager.
"Yes. Apart from a few trustworthy people, no one else knows that these gambling dens and brothels belong to you." That manager quickly nodded.
"They've been arrested too?" Bennett frowned.
"Don't worry, they are very tight-lipped. They know the consequences of betraying you, so they definitely won't reveal you." The steward patted his chest and promised.
Bennett heaved a sigh of relief. As long as he was not implicated, there was still room for negotiation. He said in a low voice, "Go and find out more about the situation. Be careful, don't get yourself involved."
"Yes." The supervisor left in a hurry.
"So be it if the casino is gone. At least I'm still a member of the Marquis Family. As long as the hot pot restaurant can open successfully, I'll snatch the position of the patriarch from Bowen's hands sooner or later. The Marquis Family should be inherited by me," Bennett muttered to himself in a low voice as he clenched his fists slowly.
…
In the gloomy dungeon, there were all kinds of torture instruments hanging on the walls.
Screams came from all over the prison cells, accompanied by the crisp and clear sounds of whips.
"Boss, those tight-lipped ones have been pried open. The boss behind these gambling dens and brothels is Bennett Marquis. Over 50 corpses were dug out from the backyard of the gambling dens. Most of them were gamblers who caused trouble at the gambling dens or gamblers who won quite a bit of money from the gambling dens.
The brothels also seized a large batch of illegal magic potions. Last night, we followed the clues to their pharmaceutical base and caught a batch of poison magic casters. The boss behind this is also Bennett. " A member of the Gray Temple's intelligence department walked into Burton's office with a thick stack of confessions. He placed the confessions on Burton's desk, and proudly said, "How can there be a mouth that our intelligence department can't pry open? This is really a big fish."
"If I didn't investigate, I wouldn't have known that there was such a ruthless person hiding in Chaos City. Furthermore, he has almost cleared his name." Burton also picked up the stack of confessions in surprise, and flipped through it casually. After that, he looked up at that subordinate, and said, "Focus on investigating. Find out who is protecting the Gray Temple and the city lord's castle. I want to see who is the one who is so powerful as to raise such a jackal right under our noses."
"Yes." That subordinate closed the door and left.
Burton looked at the stack of confessions and pondered for a while before picking them up and walking to the lord's office. This was a big case, and it was no longer as simple as threatening Meg. He had to ask the lord for instructions. It involved the interests of all parties, and his authority was probably not enough.
However, he was sure of one thing. That illegitimate son of the Marquis Family was doomed.
…
In an office of the inspection department, a middle-aged man punched the wall with a gloomy expression, and said, "Damn it. The intelligence department got a high-level authority from somewhere, and directly went around me to wipe out all of Bennett's gambling dens and brothels. I still don't know what they are investigating, but the intelligence department didn't say anything. They just said that they didn't have enough authority, and pushed me back!"
"Captain, what do we do now? Will this matter be traced back to us? "two men in the inspection department's uniform asked nervously as they wiped their cold sweat.
The man who was addressed as the captain retracted his fist, and quickly calmed down. He shook his head, and said, "Don't panic. Not many people know about this. It was all discussed at Bennett's teahouse. As long as Bennett isn't investigated, we will be fine. Moreover, we only got a little bit of this money … "
The two men heaved a sigh of relief when they heard that. Their eyes lit up when they heard the second half of the sentence.
The middle-aged man continued, "However, we have to figure out the reason for this sudden attack. Even if we don't help to bail him out, we have to at least understand the situation so that we can react accordingly."
"Alright, let's go to the intelligence department to find out more." The two men left quickly.
The middle-aged man paced around the room, and muttered to himself with a grave expression, "This situation has to be reported to that lord. It has to be suppressed. Otherwise, who knows how many people will be implicated …"
…
Meg woke up early as usual. He turned off the alarm clock at the bedside, and was about to get out of bed when the two little fellows pounced on him.
"Meow ~"
"Dragon's Roar!!!"
Meg couldn't help but smile as he looked at the two little fellows who were lying on his left and right and pretending to be fierce.
"Growl ~"
At this moment, the sound of a stomach growling could be heard clearly.
"It's the Hungry Dragon's Roar, right? I can hear the sound of a stomach growling," Meg said to Amy with a smile.
"Aiya, stupid stomach. It's growling by itself." Amy's expression collapsed. She lifted a corner of the blanket and snuggled into Meg's arms. She closed her eyes comfortably. "Mmm ~ It's so warm and comfortable ~"
"Meow ~"
Ugly Duckling snuggled into the blanket as well, and lay on Meg's stomach like a soft blanket.
"Tell me, what do you want to eat for breakfast? Father will make it for you," Meg said with a smile as he looked down at the little fellow's adorable face.
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