Inside the surveillance room of the Flamingo Hotel Casino in Las Vegas, the atmosphere is tense and focused.
Bulwer Greg sat in front of the monitor, staring intently at the screen.
The screen was showing Mo Zhexuan's real-time situation at the Texas Hold'em table.
He felt that this strange face seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
"Boss! You've been observing for almost half an hour. What's so special about this Chinese guy?"
The subordinate noticed Greg's focused expression and asked cautiously.
"Quiet!" Greg frowned, glared at his assistant, and then shifted his gaze back to Mo Zhexuan's face on the surveillance screen.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, as if he had grasped an important clue. He immediately raised his head and ordered:
"Bring me the latest issue of The New York Times right now."
"Yes, Boss!" The men acted quickly and soon presented the newspaper to Siegel.
Greg calmly flipped through the newspaper in his hand, his eyes scanning the pages calmly, searching eagerly for relevant information.
Finally, a familiar Chinese face was found in a photo in a financial news.
After comparing it with Mo Zhexuan on the monitor, it was found that the two were almost completely consistent.
A faint smile immediately appeared on Greg's face. He slapped the table vigorously as if he had found a treasure, and shouted excitedly:
"Found it! This is such a rare big fish!
This man is Mo Zhexuan, the boss of the recently popular Lion Energy Company. We've got a big deal this time!"
The assistant was shocked when he heard this, and then he recited all the relevant information about Mo Zhexuan like a tape recorder:
"Boss, I know Mo Zhexuan. He's a wealthy man in Hong Kong. According to Forbes, his assets seem to be around 30 to 40 billion US dollars!..."
Greg nodded in satisfaction, tapping the cigar on the ashtray in his right hand, a greedy glint in his eyes.
His eyes were fixed on Mo Zhexuan's face on the surveillance screen, as if he had already seen the wealth rolling in.
"Is Tony back?"
The assistant immediately replied, "It should be soon. I'll go check it out."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall white man appeared at the door. It was Tony.
He slowly walked into the monitoring room, his expression obviously heavy. He didn't dare to look at Siegel's face, but he still explained slowly:
"Boss, we... lost him.
The bodyguards around this person were very alert, and we tried to approach him several times, but were cleverly shaken off."
Upon hearing the news, Greg's face instantly turned gloomy. He rushed to Tony angrily and slapped him twice.
Tony was hit and staggered, almost falling to the ground, but he endured the pain and didn't make any sound.
"Useless!" Greg roared, "If you can't even handle such an important matter, what good are you?"
"Boss! The most important thing now is to find Mo Zhexuan. If he leaves tomorrow, we..."
The assistant winked at Tony and hurriedly persuaded him.
"Boss! Give me another chance and I will definitely find this person," Tony immediately promised.
"Boss!" Seeing Greg was about to lose control of his anger, the assistant stepped forward and winked at Tony, while persuading him:
"The most important thing now is to find Mo Zhexuan. If he leaves tomorrow..."
Greg took a deep breath after hearing his assistant's words, tried to calm himself down, glared at Tony fiercely, and said coldly:
"I'll have Quinn go with you to look for him. Even if you have to dig deep underground tonight, you must find the hotel where Mo Zhexuan is staying in Las Vegas. Do you understand?"
"I understand!" Tony shuddered and hurriedly left the monitoring room.
He then summoned all his men and prepared to conduct a carpet search of all hotels in Las Vegas.
Greg waited until his assistant notified Quinn to return, then asked with a smile:
"Sean! You've also watched the surveillance video. How do you think we can take down this fat sheep?"
Sean nodded slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he slowly replied:
"Boss! Mo Zhexuan has been playing in our casino for four or five hours, and I've observed that he's remained calm the entire time.
Every time our men were ready to lure him into the trap.
This guy gave up decisively as if he had the eyes of God, so it might not be easy for us to take him down."
"You're right! Do you have any ideas?" Greg asked.
"I think the most effective way is to kidnap him directly. This is our territory. He's just a Chinese. What are we afraid of?"
"Just do as you say, and make sure everything goes well."
“..........”
Meanwhile, in the presidential suite atop the MGM Grand in Las Vegas.
Mo Zhexuan was immersed in deep fatigue.
After a tense and fierce battle.
He was exhausted both physically and mentally at this moment, and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he could hardly bear it.
However, at this moment, there was a slight knock on the door outside the suite.
Then Wo Xing'an's slightly anxious voice came over.
"Mo Sheng! Something happened!..."
"Who's making noise?" Li Xiaowei, who had just fallen asleep, complained dissatisfiedly.
"You guys go to sleep first, don't worry, I'll go out and check the situation." Mo Zhexuan gently comforted the two people in the room.
Then he gently covered them with the quilt and forced himself to get out of bed with his tired body.
He quickly and orderly put on his pajamas, making sure he was dressed appropriately before slowly opening the door and walking out.
As soon as he stepped out of the room, Mo Zhexuan's eyes fell on the three burly men outside the door.
They were now tied tightly to the ground and unable to move.
His mouth was stuffed with socks, making it impossible for him to make any sound.
Three black pistols were scattered on the ground, and it was obvious that these people were quickly subdued and disarmed.
"Mr. Mo, this is the situation." Wo Xing'an began to narrate with a serious expression.
"Mr. Mo! What's going on? Our brothers on duty discovered that these three guys were about to knock on the door in the middle of the night.
In the end, they were captured directly..." Wo Xing'an quickly explained the whole story.
"You said they are all members of the mafia?" Mo Zhexuan frowned immediately and kept complaining in his heart.
Damn, all the casino owners take advantage of the situation and can only lose but not win?
"Yes! Their boss is Benjamin Gregg, one of the owners of the Flamingo Hotel..."
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