A middle-aged man was looking at his cards when he was shot in the back of the head, his brains splattered on the blackjack table. A Mexican man playing Texas Hold'em was shot to pieces by the crossfire before he could even reach the ground.
The gamblers immediately ran away in panic, screaming.
The security guard in the lobby fired back while reporting to the butcher on the intercom: "Brother! It's bad! Our casino has been attacked! Look at the skull mask, it must be someone from the Crips!"
The butcher was reconciling the accounts in the backend and had no idea what was going on.
They had always kept to themselves and the Crips, never provoking each other. Why would the Crips suddenly attack the casino?!
"Don't care who attacks! Hold them off! Don't let them get into the VIP room!" The butcher shouted into the phone. "First, cover the VIPs and retreat upstairs! I'll call for backup immediately!"
"Okay! I understand, boss!"
The security captain turned off the intercom and immediately took a dozen security guards to escort the VIP customers to retreat upstairs.
The butcher immediately called Ao Guanhai: "Hey! Hey! Our casino has been smashed! Send someone over here!"
"What!?" Ao Guanhai was also shocked. "In Chicago? Someone dared to destroy our place?"
"Yes! It seems to be the damn Cripple Gang! Bring more people over quickly!" the butcher shouted.
"Okay! I got it, brother! You hold on first, I'll be there soon!"
The butcher hung up the phone and rushed out of the backstage with his lame leg.
At this time, the security guards had already brought more than a dozen VIP guests back to the building, and the members of the Crip Gang had occupied the casino hall and were smashing and looting things wantonly.
In the center of the casino hall, the ten-meter-tall golden tree became the object of competition among the Crip Gang members.
A group of people worked together to push the entire golden tree down and began to scramble for the golden leaves on it.
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