Chapter 322

Chapter 322:

Yet Hamza proved more resilient than expected. His face pale with rage, he turned away and icily declared, “Don’t even consider coercing me into betraying my leader. You can inflict whatever damage you want, but I will not call him. So give up your futile efforts!”

Ashton’s eyes narrowed in thought. He had wondered if defeating just a dozen thugs would be enough to send his message. Hamza’s stubbornness now gave him the perfect opportunity.

Raising an eyebrow, Ashton snapped his fingers with deliberate precision.

Liam, who had been watching discreetly from the crowd, stepped forward and positioned himself at Ashton’s side.

Liam asked respectfully, “What are your instructions? Should we proceed with dismantling this place?”

Ashton shook his head with deliberate calm and replied, “There’s no need to rush. Everything must proceed methodically. Our first task is to place this guy beside the dartboard.”

Hamza’s complexion drained as a wave of dread washed over him. Growing more apprehensive, he demanded, “What exactly do you intend to do?”

Ashton spread his hands with a casual gesture and chuckled softly. “Since you refuse to contact your leader, we’ll simply wait here until he arrives. But idleness isn’t an option, is it? I was quite engrossed in our earlier dart game, so I think I’ll indulge in a bit more play. However, the current target lacks excitement. Let’s raise the stakes. This time, you’ll be the target.”

Upon hearing Ashton’s words, Hamza’s face drained of all color, becoming an ashen mask of fear.

Frantically, he cast desperate glances around the casino, hoping someone would come to his rescue. After all, this was their territory, surrounded by dozens of their own men. Surely, no matter how skilled this young man was, exhaustion would eventually catch up with him, wouldn’t it?

𝒇𝓻𝒐𝓶 𝓈𝓮𝓮 𝓬𝒉𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷 g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝓬o

Yet his hopes were quickly crushed. As he looked around, Hamza’s despair deepened as he realized all their men had been subdued.

At that moment, Hamza’s gaze fell upon the young man standing respectfully beside Ashton—Liam, heir of the Black Dragon Gang.

Instantly, Hamza grasped the grim reality: the Black Dragon Gang had infiltrated their casino and incapacitated their personnel.

Liam, however, paid no attention to Hamza’s shock. Scratching his head casually, he said with a sheepish grin, “Please, spare me the jest. I’m hardly good at darts. If I missed, I’d only embarrass myself.”

As he spoke, Liam cast a suggestive glance toward Hamza’s lower region, his implication unmistakably sinister.

A cold sweat broke out on Hamza’s brow, and he began to feel a phantom ache in his nether regions.

Ashton replied casually, “What is there to fear? I’ll put myself at a disadvantage. Just have someone bring me a black cloth to blindfold myself. I tend to faint at the sight of blood. If things get too intense and messy, I might lose consciousness.”

Hamza’s terror reached a fever pitch, to the point where he felt he might lose control completely.

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