The casino was instantly in chaos, guests inside screamed as the security guards rushed in after gathering.
However, these street-hardened henchmen were no match for the top martial artists, who swiftly knocked them to the ground.
"Manager, we should leave first."
The casino manager spoke to the manager grimly after stepping out of the office and witnessing the scene. The manager clenched his teeth, realizing the situation was lost, and immediately turned to take his men towards the freight elevator, heading to the underground parking lot.
In the parking lot, the manager got into a car, instructed someone to leave the nightclub, and at the same time took out his phone to call Wang Xing.
The casino.
"Thirteen Master." Leng Feng's trusted aide hurried to Leng Feng's side and whispered something quickly in his ear.
Leng Feng's face darkened: "Take me there."
"Yes."
