212: Oh no, we've run into a real Hydra.

Scarface was already accustomed to this scene; not only here, but in all the places under his jurisdiction, people generally reacted this way upon meeting him.

Ignoring these people, he glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on one of the gambling tables.

Just then, the casino boss rushed over. He didn't actually need to appear, as the casino submitted Hydra's share every month, but if he could leave a good impression, it would definitely be beneficial to him with no downsides.

"Brother Scarface, long time no see. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Looking at the obese man in front of him, Scarface rarely showed a hint of a smile; naturally, he adopted different attitudes for different people.

"No need. I just came here to find my younger brother."

The boss was startled upon hearing this. He couldn't believe Scarface's younger brother was in his casino and he hadn't known—this was truly unacceptable; he had missed an opportunity.

Fortunately, nothing had happened to the younger brother here, or things would have been terrible.

"Hehe, I see. May I be introduced to your esteemed brother? I wouldn't want to cause trouble later by being ignorant and offending someone important."

Hearing this, Scarface did not refuse.

When the two walked up to the gambling table, they heard the discussions of the surrounding crowd.

The content of the discussion made the casino boss sweat profusely.

His gaze fell upon the young man, and he thought: Could this be Scarface's younger brother?

He then glanced over and saw a man with an arrogant expression, fiddling with two large white balls in his hands.

Who is this nobody? He dares to try and steal Scarface's brother's wife! Truly, he is like the God of Longevity hanging himself—tired of living!

But on second thought, he understood, since even he didn't recognize Scarface's younger brother.

"What's up, kid? You've been losing all night. If you go back like this, you probably can't explain it to your family, right? How about this: let your wife spend a day with me, and I'll give you an extra thirty million?"

Scarface's face darkened upon hearing this. Seeing this, the casino boss couldn't help but clench up, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He frantically complained inwardly, *Can't I just call you Big Brother? Please stop talking! You might not be scared, but I am!*

Scarface ignored the casino boss, stepped forward, and gently placed his thick palm on the man's shoulder, saying emotionlessly, "Do you think you can do whatever you want here just because you have money?"

Feeling a hand on his shoulder, the man impatiently brushed the palm away, turned around, and snapped, "Who are you? Do I know you? Why are you patting my shoulder?"

When he saw the scar on Scarface's face, he was immediately startled. Although he didn't know who Scarface was, he knew he was definitely a ruthless individual.

That's it!

Hearing the man's words, the casino boss instantly understood. This truly was some idiot who didn't know his place just because he had a bit of money.

The surrounding crowd saw this and knew the guy was doomed.

In contrast, the young man across the gambling table immediately stood up, smiled, and shouted when he saw Scarface, "Brother!"

The surrounding crowd was shocked again. He was actually Brother Scarface's younger brother? Wouldn't this rich kid be chopped up and fed to the fish?

"Heh, he's finished. Of all the people he could have fancied, he chose Brother Scarface's sister-in-law, and even said such things right in front of Brother Scarface."

"Looking at this guy, it seems he doesn't even know who Brother Scarface is."

"Heh, to be so arrogant here without knowing who he is, he truly doesn't know death when he sees it."

Ignoring the surrounding chatter, Scarface nodded to the young man, then looked back at the man in front of him. "Daring to covet my sister-in-law? I'd like to see if you have a second life."

Seeing this, the casino boss's eyes lit up. He quickly stepped forward and smiled, "Brother Scarface, how could we let you dirty your hands? This casino is mine, and since this happened here, I share responsibility. How about I handle it?"

Scarface stared at the boss's smiling face, pondered for a moment, and nodded, "Fine, I'll leave him to you."

"Hahahaha, don't worry, I guarantee I won't let him die quickly. Guards, take him away."

Hearing that he was going to die, the man panicked instantly. "Get away! How dare you touch me? Do you know who I am? I am a member of Hydra! If you kill me, my boss will surely make all of you pay with your lives!"

Upon hearing this, the boss nearly choked on his own saliva.

Damn, why didn't you say you were a member of Hydra earlier?

Thank goodness, thank goodness, he almost ruined himself. If he had killed a Hydra member, regardless of who was right or wrong, he would definitely be finished, and Scarface might not even speak up to protect him.

A Hydra member?

Hearing this, Scarface narrowed his eyes, reached out his hand toward the casino boss, and said flatly, "Phone!"

The boss dared not hesitate for a moment and quickly handed over his phone.

"Go on, call your boss."

The man stared blankly at the offered phone. Where would he know a Hydra boss? He wasn't a member of Hydra at all.

Wait a minute, that's wrong. Whenever he ran into trouble before, as long as he claimed to be a Hydra member, those guys would be terrified, instantly kneel down, and apologize, never daring to make him prove his Hydra identity.

Why is it different this time?

Looking at the expression in Scarface's eyes, his heart was filled with terror. Yet, despite this, he forced himself to calm down and sternly shouted, "Who do you think you are? Kneel down and apologize to me right now, or even the Emperor of Heaven won't be able to save you."

Seeing this, Scarface laughed in extreme anger, and with the phone still in his hand, slapped the man, knocking him to the ground.

The casino boss instinctively raised his hand, looked at the shattered phone on the ground, and wore a bitter expression. *My phone!*

That was his first tri-fold phone; it looked good no matter how it was folded. Unfortunately, it looked like it was totaled. Scarface's strength was truly immense.

Of course, the guy who got hit had a face swollen like a pig's head.

Scarface, meanwhile, looked at the man as if he were already dead, and said in a low voice, "Daring to impersonate us? I want to see if you have the ability to dodge bullets."

Saying this, he reached out and pulled a handgun from his person.

Seeing this, the man immediately wet himself out of fear.

"No, no, no, I was wrong, don't kill me."

Ignoring the pain in his face, he quickly knelt on the ground and frantically kowtowed in apology.

As if remembering something, he looked up at Scarface and continued, "Don't kill me, my wife is..."

Bang, bang, bang~

Scarface didn't give him a chance to finish, firing three consecutive shots at him.

One shot to the head, one to the heart, and one to the neck, just in case the victim's heart had jumped into his throat.