Chapter 162 Arson

Seryozha didn't answer Yuri's call, he didn't think too much about it, he just thought it was because of jet lag, Yuri probably fell asleep. He had no idea that Yuri was starting his revenge plan at this moment.

In Atlantic City, in an unassuming grilled ribs restaurant, Clement, James and Edward, the owners of the three Irish casinos in the city, gathered together again to play poker leisurely. This time Clement specially brought a bottle of fine Scotch whiskey to celebrate Yuri's departure.

"Clement, it's better for you! It's only been a few days, and the business of our casino has improved a lot! If I had known this, I would have found someone to kill that Russian!" James grinned, biting his cigar. Said.

"Hey! If it wasn't for the Russian who won so much money from my casino, I wouldn't choose this method to deal with him. But I am still a little worried, after all, those people told me that there is an old man with a headband With him running away, I don’t know if there will be any troubles?” Clemente replied cautiously.

"Don't worry, Clement! That kid fell off the bridge, and he was half dead when he got to the hospital. Even if he ran away, he probably wouldn't live long. There's still an old man left, I don't think it's enough Don't worry!" Edward said in relief.

Edward's luck was exceptionally good tonight, and the chips in front of him won a lot after a few hands. James played for a long time without losing or winning. On the contrary, Clement, who has always been the luckiest, lost the most.

"md, this is a bad day today!" Clement folded his cards when he saw that his cards were too bad, and Edward took away everyone's chips again!

"Haha, look. Once that Russian dies, even my luck will improve! Don't leave any of you tonight, let's play until dawn!" Edward said happily.

Clement took out a new cigar from the cigar box, took out a pure gold cigar cutter from his vest pocket, and cut off the end of the cigar. Then he picked up the lighter on the table and lit the cigar skillfully. Clemente picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. As soon as he swallowed it, he felt a burning discomfort in his stomach. Over the past few days, Clement has been watching Yuri and his whereabouts, which made his appetite not so good, and he couldn't eat much. Now that I drank a little wine, my stomach immediately felt a little uncomfortable.

"Waiter, give me a barbecue sandwich!" Clement called loudly.

"Clement, you still have such a good appetite after ordering this?" James asked.

"I don't feel well in my stomach, I want to eat something! Waiter, I want a sandwich!" Clement called again. Unfortunately, after half a day, no one answered him at all.

"Md, what's going on, did the waiter fall asleep?" Edward said feeling a little strange.

Clement felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, so he decided to go and see for himself. Clement got up from his seat, clutched his stomach and walked towards the kitchen. He pushed open the kitchen door, but there was no one there. Clemente felt a little strange, he took a few steps forward and came to the back of the table. A man in a waiter uniform was lying on the ground, not knowing what he was doing.

"Hey, give me a sandwich, listen..." Clemente couldn't continue speaking halfway through, blood slowly flowed out from under the man's body, and soon flowed to Clemente's on the leather shoes.

"Ah~~! Ah~~!" Clement sat down on the ground in fright. He didn't know what happened, and soon he stood up from the ground, screaming and screaming from the kitchen. ran out.

"James! Edward! Get out of here, someone died inside! Quick!" Clement screamed, and James and Edward, who were sitting outside, looked at him in confusion, not understanding what happened.

"Hurry up, something is wrong here, the waiter was killed!" Clement rushed towards the gate while speaking. He opened the gate, only to find that the iron gate at the gate was locked at some point. James and Edward who followed him were also taken aback.

The three of them immediately felt the aura of danger.

"Blair, come here and open this damn door, Blair!" Clement called to his bodyguards, but no one answered him at all, the place was dead silent, and no one paid any attention to him. But Clemente smelled a strong smell of gasoline, which made Calmend's heart rise in his throat immediately, and he immediately understood what was going on.

"Yuri! Is it you? We can talk about Yuri if we have something to say!" Clement guessed who might have caused all this.

Ivankov pushed Yuri, who was in a wheelchair, and walked slowly to the main entrance of the restaurant. The three Irish casino owners huddled on the other side of the iron gates immediately understood what was going on. They immediately begged Yuri for mercy, as long as Yuri let them go, they were willing to hand over the casino in their hands unconditionally. But Yuri doesn't seem to care about these.

"We have to hurry up, the police may come soon!" Ivankov reminded.

"Okay, give me a cigarette!" Yuri replied.

Ivankov took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it and the lighter to Yuri, who took a deep breath. This was the first cigarette he had smoked since he was injured, and Yuri was still a little uncomfortable all of a sudden, he even coughed.

"Yuri, your affairs are all instigated by Clemente, it has nothing to do with me!" Edward said in horror.

"That's right, Yuri! It's all Clemente's fault, I don't know anything!" James also pushed himself away.

"Yuri, I am willing to hand over my casino to you unconditionally, and give you a sum of money! Let me go!" Clemente couldn't help pleading.

Yuri stared at them fiercely, puffing on the cigarette, and soon the cigarette was almost burned, Yuri flicked out the cigarette butt in his hand without hesitation, and the flame instantly covered the entire restaurant.

"Ah~~! Let me out! I don't want to die..." The wailing voices in the restaurant kept coming. Yuri turned the wheelchair over by himself, and Ivankov hurriedly pushed him away with big strides.

"Ivankov, do you think I should let them go!" Yuri asked suspiciously.

"Yuri, you did the right thing! We gave them a chance!" Ivankov replied.

The two got into a van on the side of the road, where the six Russian stowaways who had participated in tonight's operation were waiting. Ivankov opened the backpack behind him and shook all the money inside to the ground. There were 18 bundles of 10,000 bundles of dollars. Ivankov said to them: "You can take the money and leave, or you can stay! Everyone forget about tonight!"

"Boss, we want to stay and hang out with you!" The six of them looked at each other for a while, then whispered in unison.

Yuri and Ivankov smiled at each other, thought about it, and finally nodded slowly.