Bennett's hands and feet were a little cold, and even though he was in a warm room, his back was already wet with cold sweat.
He started out in the wilderness, and his position in the underground world of the City of Chaos was supported by gambling houses and brothels. But overnight, all of them were closed down by the Gray Temple and everyone was arrested.
This is obviously not a surprise inspection that can be excused. In the past, relying on the relationship maintained with money, he was always able to make everything look legal before the inspection.
But this time there is something different. Both the gambling house and the brothel have been sealed, and the news was only sent to him this morning. Being able to do all this means that this is a major operation against him led by the Gray Temple.
Bennett inevitably thought of Mag, the restaurant owner who made a harmless threat at the teahouse that day.
Over the years, he has indeed offended many people by being able to speak both black and white.
But even his eldest brother, who wanted him dead and was the patriarch of the Marquis family, couldn't do anything to him, and the other soldiers and crabs were not taken seriously by him at all.
If it was Mag, how could he, a small restaurant owner, have the ability to influence the Gray Temple to take action against him? And it was such a large-scale operation?
Bennett had some headaches and heartache, even though he had been clearing his identity over the years, freeing himself from those shady properties, and transformed himself into a successful businessman who could be on the stage.
However, maintaining this false identity requires a lot of money. For example, that teahouse, although it is known as the No. 1 teahouse in the chaotic city and receives distinguished guests of different identities every day, has been operating at a loss so far.
All the money came from gambling houses and brothels.
Although he tried hard to draw a clear line between the two, he had to admit that these things were indeed his most precious things.
Losing these two things meant that he suddenly lost his source of income and everything.
"Are you completely done with me at the casino and brothel?" Bennett looked at the supervisor and asked.
"Yes, except for a few trustworthy people, no one knows that these gambling houses and brothels belong to you." The steward nodded quickly.
"They were all arrested too?" Bennett frowned.
"Don't worry, they are strict with their words. They know the consequences of confessing you, and they will never tell you." The steward promised, patting his chest.
Bennett breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was not involved, there would be room for maneuver in everything. He said in a deep voice, "Go and find out more information to see what the situation is. Be careful and don't get yourself involved."
"Yes." The supervisor left in a hurry.
"If the casino is gone, it is 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 I will take the position of patriarch from Bowen. The Marquis family should be mine. It’s only the right person to inherit.” Bennet muttered to himself in a low voice, slowly clenching his fists.
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In the gloomy dungeon, the walls are covered with all kinds of torture instruments.
Screams came from various cells, accompanied by the crisp and loud sound of whips.
"Boss, those tight-lipped ones have been pried open. The boss behind these gambling houses and brothels is Bennet Marquis. More than fifty corpses were dug up in the backyard of the gambling houses. Most of them were causing trouble in the casinos. A gambler or a gambler who has won a lot of money in the casino.
A large amount of banned potions were confiscated from the brothel. Last night, they followed the lead and seized their pharmaceutical base. They arrested a group of poison-making magicians. The boss behind the scenes was also Bennett. "A member of the Gray Temple Intelligence Department walked into Burton's office with a thick stack of confessions, placed the confessions on his desk, and said with a bit of pride: "There is nothing that our Intelligence Department cannot pry open. mouth, this is really a big fish. "
"You really wouldn't know if you didn't check. There is still such a ruthless person hiding in our city of chaos, and he has almost been cleared." Burton also picked up the stack of confessions in surprise, flipped through it casually, and then looked up. The subordinate said: "Focus on the investigation to see who is protecting them in the Gray Temple and the City Lord's Mansion. I want to see who can cover up the sky with one hand and raise such a wolf under our noses."
"Yes." The subordinate closed the door and left.
Bolton looked at the stack of confessions and thought for a while, then picked up the confessions and walked out towards the palace master's room. This was a big case, and it was not just about threatening Mag. He needed to ask the palace master for instructions, as all parties were involved. Benefits, I'm afraid his authority is not enough.
But he can be sure that the illegitimate son of the Marquis family has already booked Liangliang.
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"Damn it, the Intelligence Department obtained high-level authority from somewhere and bypassed me to take over Bennet's gambling houses and brothels. I don't know what they are investigating now. The Intelligence Department has everything. If you don't say anything, you'll get it back because you don't have enough authority!" In an office in the inspection department, a middle-aged man punched the wall and said with a gloomy expression.
"Captain, what should we do now? Will this matter be traced to us?" Two men in inspection department uniforms wiped away cold sweat and said nervously.
The man known as the captain retracted his fist, quickly calmed down, shook his head and said: "Don't panic, not many people know about this matter. They were all discussed in Bennet's teahouse. As long as Bennet is not investigated, , we won’t have any problems. Moreover, the money we get is just a little..."
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the words, and their eyes lit up when they heard the second half of the sentence.
The middle-aged man continued: "But we have to figure out the reason for this raid first. Even if we don't help to get 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 more." After hearing this, the two people left quickly.
The middle-aged man paced in the room and said to himself with a solemn expression: "This situation must be reported to that adult and must be suppressed, otherwise I don't know how many people will be involved..."
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Mag woke up early as usual, turned off the alarm clock on the bedside, and was about to get up when the two little guys pounced on her.
"Meow~~"
"The dragon roars!!!"
Mag couldn't help but smile as he looked at the two little guys lying on his hands, one on the left and one on the right, with serious expressions on their faces.
"Gululu~"
At this time, a stomach growl sounded clearly.
"It must be the roar of the hungry dragon, but I heard my stomach growling." Mag looked at Amy with a smile.
"Oh, idiot's belly, it's growling on its own." Amy's expression collapsed, she opened a corner of the quilt and got into Mag's arms, and closed her eyes comfortably, "Hmm~~ It's so warm and comfortable~ ~"
"Meow meow~"
The ugly duckling also got into bed and lay on Mag's belly like a soft quilt.
"Tell me, what delicious food do you want to eat in the morning? Father will cook it for you." Mag looked down at the little guy's cute face and asked with a smile.
