Chapter 463: Withers Getting Humiliated (Part One)
Withers knew the trickiness and seriousness of this matter, and when he found nothing inside the suite, Saar and the other three mafia leaders all stared at him angrily.
“Sir, you are not going to tell us that it’s April Fools today, right?”
Withers shrugged his shoulders. “Can I?”
Then, one of Saar’s men immediately smashed a beer bottle on Withers’s head.
Those undercover agents immediately pulled out their guns and pointed them at Saar and the others.
The Mexicans weren’t fazed by this at all. The underlings all stood in front of their bosses, blocking the guns with their own bodies as they pointed their guns right back at the FBI.
Withers felt dizzy in his head. He gritted his teeth and waved his hand, and his subordinates finally backed off and pulled back their weapons. Nobody wanted a shoot out to happen.
“I will be filing a complaint to your boss,” Saar smoked his cigar as he snorted at Withers.
Withers waved his hand again and he led his men out of the room.
He didn’t find anything useful when he barged in, nor did he have a search warrant. Moreover, he was up against the capable Mexican mafia alliance. There was gonna be a lawsuit coming his way for sure.
Withers had his men bandage up his head simply, and when they walked downstairs, they passed right by Lin Dong, who was walking up.
When Lin Dong went into the suite, Saar and the others all greeted him enthusiastically.
“My teacher’s not coming up today. Let’s call it a day, I’m here to pick up the money.”
“All prepared.” Saar gestured with his head.
The bank card of the proceeds of the amount for this morning had already been prepared, and his men directly handed it to Lin Dong.
“See you tonight,” Lin Dong said as he exited the room. He passed by the retreating police and FBI agents again.
Withers first caught Lin Dong from a casual glance.
Wait a facking second!
Withers suddenly thought of something, and his pupils suddenly enlarged!
At that cafe!
He used his phone and gave out a few commands!
“Go, let’s go to Aria Casino.”
Withers and his men came to Aria Casino’s office, and the person in charge of the casino was yelling and scolding his men. Seeing Withers come in, he directly threw a pile of documents onto the table and said in a deep voice, “Sergeant Withers, come. Can you please explain to me what happened to this money?”
It was the cash flow statements that the accountant compiled this morning, featuring the big hole in cash from today’s loss.
“This morning, there were million-dollar gambling bets placed again, and I was already feeling that something was off. Sure enough, it’s the same group of guys again, and it’s another hundred million gone!”
After looking at the statements, Withers said to the technician, “Can you pull up the surveillance footage for me? I want to see who were the people exchanging the chips.”
The technician pulled up a few pieces of footage for Withers, filtering through other irrelevant people and only showing the people that came in, gambled once, won, and left.
“Search for me, what bet did they place on for these three people?” Withers asked.
It was because he still remembered that Asian at the cafe giving out the first three orders – big, big, small!
The technician traced back to the first three of those guys to the footages of them gambling. “The first guy bet big, won a million; the second guy bet on big, won two million, and the last one was small, and he won four million!”(read on noodletowntranslated dot com to support the actual translators)
Withers felt as if he was struck by a thunderbolt!(read on noodletowntranslated dot com to support the actual translators)
The answers were exactly like what that guy said!(read on noodletowntranslated dot com to support the actual translators)
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