"Oh, right. Pretty Ma met Blackie Ping a few days ago and asked him to help find Mo Lo-bing. I went to see Blackie Ping yesterday, but he wouldn't even meet me. Mo Lo-bing scared the piss out of him. How can he be a gangster with so little guts? He should go home and raise fish!" Big Fly remembered something else and reminded GS.
He thought Pretty Ma had the right approach now. Finding Mo Ding-ping required help from the local powers.
Blackie Ping really had been frightened.
Only days after he met Pretty Ma, she was attacked, with grenades and even AKs.
He thought Mo Lo-bing must have gone mad.
He was terrified Mo Lo-bing would learn he had met Pretty Ma and come after him.
How would he dare meet Big Fly?
"Got it," GS said casually. He walked around the casino, inside and out. Big Fly and Pretty Ma's taste really was questionable.
But that didn't matter. As long as it looked grand, luxurious, and glittered with gold, it would do.
GS found somewhere to sit and considered whom to kill first.
Chaos and a reshuffling of the deck in Macau Island would better serve his interests. He had long had plans for Macau Island.
Diemazai.
Their main jobs were bringing customers to casinos, exchanging chips for them, and arranging loans, taking a commission along the way.
He Xin controlled the casino licenses. GS would control the Diemazai and use them to influence Macau Island's casinos.
Besides, once gamblers became desperate to win back their losses, they lost all sense of money. They would gamble even if it bankrupted them and borrow from loan sharks without blinking. Some wealthy gamblers in particular borrowed a million or even several million at a time. The profits from that