Chapter 42: Red-haired Youth

What happened next can only be described in one word - miserable.

It's too miserable. Each of the more than 100 bosses present cut a knife on Milgeo's body. More than 100 pieces of meat were cut off, but Milgeo was still alive, but because of the great pain, he fell into the pool of blood and his body kept twitching.

This is a tragic punishment, which is very similar to China's Ling Chi. Obviously, after such a punishment, Milgeo has lost consciousness, like a dying beast. His mouth is ringing, foaming at the mouth, one foot into the ghost gate, and the other foot is still dragging on the world.

Meng Fan fully understood why Mirjeo begged to kill him just now. Obviously, he knew very well that it fell into the hands of casino owners, and the end was worse than death.

After sobbing and twitching for five minutes, Milgeo finally kicked his legs and saw his master go.

Maybe his Lord will not forgive his sins, and the demon king Satan will accept him. His final result will be to become a ghost in the boundless hell, suffering from fire and the whip of the devil every day, and will not be reincarnated for life.

From the moment Milgeo fell into a pool of blood and convulsions, the bosses surrounded him, staring at him coldly, watching his life slowly disappear, and his face was full of pleasure.

After Mirjeo's death, the two dragged his body out, and then all the casino owners stood in front of Meng Fan and bowed deeply to Meng Fan.

"Is it cool?" Meng Fan smiled and said, "Don't worry, your business has been dealt with, and my work has not been done yet."

"Please say!" A tall white boss made a 'please' gesture with very respectful words.

"Very good." Meng Fan nodded, "Frankly speaking, the purpose of my coming to Las Vegas this time is to unify the gambling industry here, and I need you to hand over 50% of the total income of the casino."

"Is that all? No problem!"

"Don't worry, my Hausen Casino will hand over 50% of the total revenue."

"It's the same with my Carimon Casino."

......

As Meng Fan expected, the owners of all the casinos had little hesitation and agreed.

In the past two months, under the pressure of Tu Ao, these casino owners had to hand over 80% of their profits. At this time, Meng Fan reduced the number to 50%, which was already a great gift for them, and they had no reason to refuse.

Besides, they dare not refuse.

Things went well, and this brief convening meeting also came to an end. At Meng Fan's behest, Nicholas became the president of the Las Vegas Gambling Industry Alliance and was responsible for summarizing the money paid by the casinos and transferring it to Meng Fan's special account.

After the meeting, the casino owners had not intended to leave, as if they had something to say, but they seemed to be a little hesitant.

Meng Fan looked around the crowd and said with a smile, "What do you want, but it's okay to say it."

The bosses hesitated for a while, and finally a tall, slightly fat middle-aged man stood up and said respectfully, "We do have a request, that is, I hope you can protect us. If there are other people like Tu Ao to make trouble in the future, help us drive them away."

"No problem." Meng Fan agreed and said, "Since I have received 50% of your operating income, I naturally don't want anyone to make trouble."

Everyone looked happy and left after thanking them.

At this time, only Meng Fan and his companions, as well as the Okel brothers, were left in the conference room.

Nicholas was pushed to the position of president of the Las Vegas Gambling Union by Meng Fan, and in fact became a well-deserved NO.1 among casino owners. Meng Fan not only avenge his wife, but also pushed him to the top, both of which made him very grateful. He had no other ideas but respect and loyalty to Meng Fan.

And Carmen looked at Meng Fan with a few other colors.

"Mr. Meng Fan, I have a request." The facade was hesitant and said obediently.

"Oh? Say it."

"I, I want to follow you! My ability is low, but..."

"Good!" Meng Fan interrupted Carmen's words and agreed with a smile.

"Really, really?"

"Yes." Meng Fan nodded affirmatively, "From today on, you are one of us."

"Hahaha..." Qian Sanhai took the lead in coaxing and laughing. He and Li He took each other around Carmen's shoulder and said with a smile, "Oh, Carmen, if my son is disobedient in the future, I will take you home to scare him."

"Yes, yes, yes." Li He also echoed, "This is the real story of the wolf."

"All right." Meng Fan waved his hand with a smile, "It's almost time. It's time for us to have lunch. Also, Nicholas, please arrange a grand banquet in the evening. I'm going to invite all the casino owners to dinner.

"Ye, I'll do it now." Nicholas agreed respectfully and hurriedly left the conference room to prepare for the evening banquet.

Mon Fan sat back in the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and fell into meditation.

Now, the Las Vegas gambling industry is under control. In addition to Macao, two of the world's four major gambling cities have been pocketed.

The remaining two, Atlantic City and Monte Carlo, must also be conquered to unify the world casinos.

Atlantic City is located in New Jersey in the United States, relatively close to Las Vegas, so Meng Fan set his next goal at Atlantic City after consideration.

Three days later, Meng Fan led his companions to leave Las Vegas to accelerate and board the plane to Atlantic City.

At the same time, a spacious and bright room on the top floor of the Pentagon of the U.S. Department of Defense.

The room is decorated very luxuriously. The ground shines with golden light, as if it were directly paved with gold nuggets. The surrounding walls are neatly hung with various famous paintings - Van Gogh's Sunflowers, Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa, Giorgione's sleeping Venus, almost including the world's top ten famous paintings.

On the side of the room, facing the door, there is a square table two meters long and 1.5 meters high. The corners and sides of the table are set with more than 100 large diamonds, each of which is worth more than 10 million.

At the table, a red-haired young man leaned against the soft and comfortable sofa, wearing a headset and closing his eyes slightly, with a smiling and intoxicated look on his face.

'Dong Dong', suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door outside the door.

The red-haired young man's body moved slightly, and there was a trace of imperceptible unhappiness on his face.

"Come in!" He still leaned on the sofa and didn't mean to take off his headset.

"First, sir." A tall middle-aged man opened the door and rushed in. Judging from his military uniform and the rank on his shoulder, he should be the minister of the Ministry of Defense.

"Ty!" The red-haired young man was too lazy to open his eyes, but opened his mouth and spit out a word.

For the Minister of Defense, the word red-haired youth is no different from a powerful bomb, but when he saw his trembling, cold sweat suddenly flowed down his cheeks.

"Ty!" The red-haired young man simply repeated it.

"First, sir, I received a report that a few days ago, a group of people unified the casino in Las Vegas. I would like to ask for instructions, isn't it..."

"Oh?" The red-haired young man looked cold, "You can't handle this matter. Don't worry about him. Go down!"

The Minister of Defense was relieved, hurriedly said goodbye and hurriedly left the room.

"Yo, boss, what an accident." At this time, a breeze suddenly flashed in the tranquil air outside the window. This gust of wind swirled and instantly condensed into a tall and strange-looking brown-haired young man in front of the red-haired young man.

"Oh, second brother, you're here." The red-haired young man took off his headset and opened his eyes. His eyes were red, and even the boundary between his white eyes and his pupils could not be distinguished.

The demonic brown-haired young man picked up a wine glass on the table, took a sip, and said, "Tu Ao should be dead, right?" Boss, I really don't understand that you will safely hand over Las Vegas to such a retarded person?

"If you die, you will die. Sooner or later, such a person will die." The red-haired young man did not show any regret about Tu Ao's death. Instead, he closed his eyes again and continued, "It's just a Las Vegas. There's no need to spend so much thought."