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Chapter 978: Chapter 978: Mr. Martin
"Boss!"
All over the hospital, from the ward doors to the hospital entrance.
There were Aron Jackson’s men.
"You guys stay here, I need to step out for a moment."
Aron Jackson nodded and quickly walked towards the sedan parked at the hospital entrance.
Ready to leave.
"I’m the greatest gambler under the sky! When I make a move, I never lose!"
Just as he was starting the car, ready to drive off.
Suddenly, he heard a shout.
"Get lost! Today I’m going to make you lose so bad, you’ll have no underwear left! I’ll make you run naked in the streets, got it? You stinking little brother!"
Another person yelled loudly, sounding like two drunks arguing.
Aron Jackson rolled down the car window and looked at two people sitting on stools nearby, shaking his head with a smile.
"Nonsense! I am the top gambler of Gonzalez City! Looking across the whole city, I claim to be second, who dares claim to be first?"
The shouting came again.
"To hell with you! We’re not stopping until one of us is done today! You see those dozens of gold bars on the table, if you can win them, I’ll acknowledge you’re a master! Otherwise, you’re just a stinking little brother!" 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
The other person cursed as he shouted.
Even though Aron Jackson had already planned to drive away, hearing the conversation between the two men made him visibly hesitant.
Whoosh!
He pushed open the car door and quickly walked over.
Although things were urgent, he could spare a moment.
"What are you two doing here?"
Aron Jackson walked over and saw the dozens of gold bars on the table, his eyes shining.
Then looking at the two men, wearing peaked caps, reeking of alcohol.
"Go! This is a showdown between the top gamblers of Gonzalez City, step aside!"
Karen picked up the dice and threw it on the table.
"Damn! Bad luck!"
He cursed and picked up a gold bar, throwing it in front of Terry Moore.
"Continue!"
"Okay! Remember my words." Terry Moore laughed loudly, "I’m going to strip you bare!"
After saying that, he grabbed the dice on the table, pretending to throw it.
"Hold on!"
Aron Jackson squatted in front of them, "Guys, can I join in? Isn’t it about the city’s gambling god? I’m also from Gonzalez City, let’s give it a try?"
He wore a smile on his face.
"Yo!"
Karen slapped the table, somewhat displeased, "To be a gambling god, one must first have money! Look at these gold bars on the table, do you think you qualify to stand here?"
Terry Moore also gestured with his hands, "Move aside, don’t mess things up. You’re delaying the showdown between the masters of Gonzalez City."
Smack!
Aron Jackson took out the hidden weapons box from his waist and slammed it on the table, "Is this enough?"
"Robbery?"
Terry Moore scoffed, "I’ve been frightened by bigger things. Bring out some real money, then compete with us!"
"Fine!"
The reaction from the two men somewhat surprised Aron Jackson.
Ordinary people would have been scared half to death by the hidden weapons box.
But these two men only had eyes for each other.
"Here’s what."
He pointed to the Maybach at the door, "My car, if you win against me, I’ll use the car to settle the account. Okay?"
The more the two refused to let him join, the more eager he became!
"Should we include him?"
Karen asked tentatively.
"Okay!"
Terry Moore hesitated a bit, then pointed at Aron Jackson, "Stretch out your two hands, let us check to make sure you’re not cheating!"
"Sure!"
Aron Jackson took off his suit and hung it on a nearby tree branch.
Underneath, he wore a short-sleeve shirt.
"Buddy, your fingers..."
Karen touched Aron Jackson’s hand, frowning, "What’s up with them?"
"Enough talk! Are we playing or not!"
Aron Jackson suddenly withdrew his hand, somewhat irritated, "If not, then leave."
His fingers were his everlasting pain.
Even if he attached a fake one, a fake could never be real!
"Come on! Come on! Come on!"
Karen gave a sign and he and Terry Moore started rolling the dice.
Five minutes later.
Aron Jackson put his suit back on, clutching twenty gold bars, and cheerily said, "Thanks for the concession!"
"Brother, you truly are the first of Gonzalez City!"
Karen held up a finger.
"I’m thoroughly convinced!"
Terry Moore crossed his arms in front of his chest and, carrying the stool, left.
"Safe travels!"
Watching the two men’s despondent silhouettes, Aron Jackson sneered.
Competing with him?
If he weren’t preoccupied, he could make his adversaries go broke!
"Take these for a meal, brothers!"
Walking beside the Maybach, Aron Jackson threw two gold bars to his men, then got into the sedan.
He quickly drove away.
After he left, Karen took out his mobile phone, "His fingers indeed have issues, and he’s addicted to gambling."
After finishing, he hung up the phone.
"Karen, the waters of Gonzalez City are murkier than your foot bath water!"
Terry Moore had his hands in his pockets, gazing into the distance.
Feeling like he wasn’t cool enough, he took off his cap and threw it on the ground.
"Damn! That Terry Moore!"
Karen carefully picked up the cap and wore it like a precious treasure on her head.
"Any instructions?"
Terry Moore yawned.
A bit sleepy.
"Waiting for the boss’s instructions, we might need to rescue someone."
Karen hurried to a sedan by the roadside and turned on the air conditioning.
In early spring, Gonzalez City was still quite cold at night.
But Terry Moore didn’t care.
His body was muscular and very solid.
"Rescue who?"
Sitting in the sedan, Terry Moore asked.
"His father-in-law."
Karen played upbeat music in the car and swayed non-stop.
"Isn’t his father-in-law in the hospital?"
Terry Moore pointed to the central hospital not far away.
"Hehe, who told you the person lying there is his father-in-law? Just like I’m sitting in front of you, can you guarantee I’m Karen?"
Karen said smugly.
Upon hearing this, Terry Moore furrowed his brows.
"What are you doing?"
Karen felt something was off.
Swish!
The moment the words left his mouth, a punch landed on his face.
"Oh my god! Damn Terry Moore, are you trying to kill me?"
Karen, in pain, quickly took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the blood from his nose.
"It is you."
Terry Moore said calmly, "I had to confirm whether you were Karen."
"Damn! You doubt me?"
Karen yelled angrily.
"You said it yourself."
Terry Moore shrugged, indicating he was helpless.
"How did you judge then?"
Karen threw the tissue away, visibly annoyed.
"Because you didn’t ask why I hit you."
Terry Moore put his hands behind his head and leaned back in the seat. "You know, I don’t need a reason to hit you."
...
The Maybach drove to a small residential area and slowly stopped.
Aron Jackson looked around to make sure no one was following before getting out of the car.
He held the keys Knox Ridge had given him and walked quickly to the entrance of the building.
He swiped the card and entered the building.
The residential area where Knox Ridge lived was an old one with only thirteen floors.
After taking the elevator to the ninth floor, Aron Jackson opened the door and walked in.
The dark room allowed visibility of nothing.
After finding the switch, Aron Jackson turned on the lights and headed straight for Knox Ridge’s wardrobe.
He was incredibly excited!
Inside, would there be the thing he wanted?
If he got it, he would certainly rise to great prominence and enjoy lavish riches in Mortal World!
He approached the wardrobe, took a deep breath,
and yanked it open!
But the next moment,
he stood frozen.
Then, he slowly raised his hands.
And stepped back several steps.
In the wardrobe,
Julius Reed, holding a dark weapon box with one hand, was smiling at him.
"Boss... weren’t you in the capital?"
Aron Jackson stammered.
"Aron Jackson, oh no, I should call you Noam Martin."
Julius Reed smiled faintly, "Mr. Martin, shall I do it, or will you?"
PS: Writing until 2 a.m.
Sorry to keep you all waiting.
Read it in the morning, I don’t have enough time during the day, only night left to write.
I don’t want you to stay up late, it’s bad for your health.
I’d like to write during the day too, but I can’t make it.
Nobody wants to stay up all night.
Good night.
Thanks to the brothers on the fan leaderboard for their support.
Several hundred thousand gold coins really gave me a scare.
I see many familiar figures on the list... haha.
Can’t thank everyone individually.
I keep your kindness in mind, Lody.
Heading back tomorrow, no more corn planting.
Going to sleep, still have to drive three hundred kilometers back to the city,
Good night.
