As Chen Daqiang's voice faded, the panic among everyone present eased considerably.
Then he quickly turned his head and quietly gave instructions to a tall subordinate in a black T-shirt beside him.
His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.
"Go to my office and bring back that black briefcase—the one in the safe. Hurry, and whatever you do, don't delay."
The subordinate immediately understood what Chen Daqiang meant and hurriedly nodded.
He didn't dare waste a moment. He broke into a long stride and ran swiftly toward the office, his footsteps exceptionally clear in the silent casino.
Fortunately, the corridor to the office had not yet been submerged by the white mist. Otherwise, he might not have been able to reach the office and retrieve the item smoothly.
The gamblers present saw Chen Daqiang say something to his subordinate, after which the subordinate quickly left. Their hearts filled with confusion, but at a time like this, no one dared casually ask about it.
After all, Chen Daqiang was no ordinary person. He wielded considerable influence in the local underworld, and his methods were ruthless. Those who offended him had never met a good end.
At this critical juncture, no one dared provoke him, afraid that he would retaliate and punish them after everything was over.
Everyone obediently stayed where they were, fists clenched tightly and palms slick with cold sweat. They waited tensely for what would happen next, eyes fixed on the white mist at the casino entrance, terrified that something dreadful might come charging out of it the next second.
The subordinate sent to retrieve the item moved quickly. In less than a few minutes, he came running back, panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat and a trace of panic on