August Caspe was indeed a guy with some background: he was the eldest young master of the Caspe family.
The status of the Caspe family was brought by August's brother-in-law, who was the big boss of the Eagle city in New East and the largest foreign investor in the West Bank of Goldwin. Anyway, he was a celebrity. Because of his brother-in-law, people in black and white would give the Caspe people respect in any aspect, and August became the so-called Young Master August.
"Whether she wants it or not, I must invite her to drink tonight. I haven't met anyone I failed to invite before." August felt that he had given enough patience to Rose. Eighty-one days and ninety-nine days. No one could insist on this invitation for a gambler, but this woman didn't know how to cherish her chance. Today, she must be taken out. She must drink his wine. As to other things...it depended on his mood.
The dignified Young Master August had disgraced himself for a woman. He had really given the woman and the casino enough respect. Otherwise, would he need to spend 81 days?
"Are you willing?" Chase said, looking at Rose. Compared to the Red Lotus, Chase was much more mature now. He was not afraid of anyone but did not want to cause trouble to Lynx, so he hoped to solve the problem without moving his fists.
"I hate this man very much," Rose said disgustedly.
"Have you heard that? Let her get out of the car." Chase really didn't want to say much, and every sentence was short and terrifying.
"Haha, you mean, you must prevent me from inviting her?" August still smiled, looking arrogantly.
"This is the place of the West Bank Hotel. She is the staff here. We have the responsibility to maintain our personal's safety." Chase's face was getting darker. He hated bullying people and bullying good people.
Although he had worked in Red Lotus for a while, and matured a lot in thought. Still, after experiencing Horseskin, Chase's temperament had become a little violent and cruel. He hated people like August very much, and as long as he saw him, he had the urge to beat him up.
"What if I insist?" August said.
"Then I'll beat you," Chase said in a deep voice, and August couldn't help but step back. People who had seen blood and killed people would exude a murderous aura on their bodies that other people could not bear.
"Huh, do you dare? Even if the Mud Guy is here, he won't dare to do anything to me. Who are you?" August's face was distorted, and he was outraged: who the hell is this little security guard? How dare he act so ignorant? As he questioned, he made a call. Today, if he let Rose go in this way, his reputation would be harmed, but obviously, the little security guard wouldn't let him take the woman away smoothly, so he had to call someone.
Mud Guy was Don Cheadle, the owner of the West Bank Hotel. He was, of course, a capable man since he could set up a hotel like this in this chaotic place. But to be head-on with the Caspe family, he still got some distance. His strength was mostly underground, while the Caspe family's strength was mostly on the ground. Civilians didn't fight with the officials. No matter how strong the people in the Jianghu were, it was difficult for them to collide with the officials. August knew his strengths and his weaknesses, so he dared to say such things.
"I'm nobody. I'm a security guard..." Chase said, taking a step closer, and at the same time, he motioned Rose to get out of the car with his eyes: Are you stupid? You said you didn't want to. What are you doing while sitting in the car? Get off the car! If their people come, I can do nothing.
Rose understood the look in Chase's eyes and quickly opened the door from the other side and got out of the car.
But it seemed too late. When she just opened the door and got out of the car, they heard the roar of the engine, and about eight motorcycles rushed into the yard. The speed was fast, and the dust was rolled up behind the car.
There were twelve people. They wore colorful clothes and hair and were all covered in all kinds of tattoos. Their faces were written with violence. Needless to say, they were all good fighters in the street. Their backs were inserted with long strips wrapped in newspapers. Those should be weapons such as iron rods or long knives. These men had a full-fledged image of the bad boys on the street in the Hong Kong films.
Rose, who had just gotten out of the car, screamed in horror and ran away. The gangsters surrounded Rose without August's order. Of course, vulgarity was indispensable, and some guys even reached out to touch Rose. The beautiful croupier screamed nonstop.
Chase's face was twisted, and it could even be said to be hideous. His patience had reached its limit.
"Chill. Chill. I can't be impulsive. Can't be impulsive," he kept telling himself, but the laughter of the gangsters made him lose his composure like adding fuel to the fire. August's disdainful eyes directly detonated his anger up.
"Let go of her." A figure jumped over the car with a violent shout and kicked the bastard's face next to Rose. The guy was kicked and flew away with a scream, bringing out a bunch of blood flowers.
The figure was naturally Chase. After he landed, he didn't stop and punched the other bastard's stomach, his body whirled, and he kicked like a whip, knocking down two more.
Chase's martial arts was excellent, but he lacked the experience of confronting the enemy. Although he unexpectedly defeated about five, the opponent had more than ten. What's more, the opponents had weapons, so, after the raid, the bastards quickly stabilized their position with long sticks and short knives. Some advanced, and some retreated. They cooperated in an orderly manner to fight against Chase. After a while, Chase was hit with a few sticks on his body and was slashed twice. Fortunately, none of them was deep, but even so, his body was bleeding like a pour, and he instantly became a blood man.
The battle came so fast that everyone else was stunned, and they all just watched the fight in a daze.
"Help, you guys help!" The first person who recovered from the shock was Rose. She screamed in tears and picked up an iron rod on the ground to join the battle group. However, she was just a weak woman. She hit a bastard with two sticks, but it was not lethal. Instead, she annoyed the bastard, and the bastard turned and kicked her in the stomach, kicking her out.
"You are not men. You are all pussies..." The kicked Rose cried and struggled to get up.
"f**k, I'm not a p***y! They are too much. I will fight with them!" Finally, a security guard couldn't help it, no longer afraid of the Caspe family's threatens, and joined the battle with his baton.
Everyone had dignity, and everyone could be a warrior. The team leader didn't order the security guards to join. First, he was afraid of the Caspe family's power, and second, he wanted Chase to suffer. But the security guards were inspired by Chase's courage and stimulated by the evil deeds of the gangsters. Before the leaser ordered, some joined the battle group desperately.
This situation would cause a herd effect. If someone took the lead, others would follow. In an instant, the security guards of the casino all rushed up.