"Everyone's here. I'll be chairing today's guild meeting again. Before we begin, let me introduce two new faces."

Seeing that it was almost time, Stanley Ho spoke up:

"The man sitting to my right is Mr. Lin Donglin, the founder of the Dragon Gang and the new vice chairman of the Macau Casino Association."

The gambling king looked at Lin Dong with his bright eyes.

The gazes of others also turned towards them, their eyes revealing intense curiosity.

The bark of a tree, a person's name.

Lin Dong's name is so famous that few in the underworld are unaware of it nowadays.

"Hello everyone, I am Lin Dong. I hope you will all guide me in the future." Lin Dong bowed slightly and said in a humble but not arrogant manner.

Apart from Bengyaqu, who had a gloomy face, everyone else nodded and greeted Lin Dong in a friendly manner.

"This is Mr. Cheung Tsz-keung, the head of the Hong Kong Dragon Gang and the general manager of the English Casino," the gambling king continued.

"This is the owner of the New Australia Casino, Yin Guoqu, the leader of the 13K triad, known in the underworld as Bengyaqu."

"Also, these two are the general managers of Pujiang and Xinpujiang casinos, Chen Yaotai and Zhou Anmin, respectively."

......

After the attendees finished introducing themselves, He Hongxin cleared his throat and turned to face Bengyaqu:

"Ah Qu, I heard you arranged for quite a few people to enter Yingjili's place today, is that true?"

Bengyaqu rubbed his round, large nose and responded expressionlessly:

"That's true, Mr. He. Casinos are open for business; what rule forbids people from entering in groups?"

He Hongxin frowned: "It's fine for you to go in and play a few rounds, but don't cause any trouble."

"Mr. He, I'd like to ask another question: if someone uses extremely despicable and unfair means to steal customers and injures my friend, how will this be accounted for?"

The gambling king has always been fond of taking sides.

Bengyaqu seemed to have been mentally prepared for this, so he went straight to the heart of the matter.

"Broken Tooth Canal, what do you mean by that? If you have any complaints, just say so. Stop resorting to underhanded tactics!"

Zhang Ziqiang couldn't help but feel angry when he saw his opponent's smug look.

The local bully, Bengya Qu, was no saint either. Enraged by this, he slammed his fist on the table and stabbed the person opposite him.

"Zhang Ziqiang, who are you calling a scoundrel?"

"So what if I call you a scoundrel?" Zhang Ziqiang retorted sharply.

"Say that again if you dare?"

"You lowlife, you despicable scoundrel, you despicable scoundrel... I've said it three times, are you going to bite me?"

"You... Zhang Ziqiang, you're asking for death!"