The grand and opulent hall was arranged with tables and chairs in a scattered fashion; in the center of the hall, there was a dance floor where several scantily d women, dressed as mboyant as mingos, were dancing with vivid grace.
One by one, girls dressed in bunny outfits, with fuzzy rabbit ears atop their heads and ck stockings covering their long legs, carried trays of drinks as they moved amongst the guests.
At the same time, by the side of the guests, there were youngdies who clearly were not from decent families, flirting with the men beside them.
Walker was somewhat stunned by the scene before him.
"Mr. Walker, if you require, I can arrange for a dedicateddy to serve you, and if you fancy a gamble, we have private rooms where I can take you!"
Dick Hott offered warmly.
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"All of it, I want all of it!"
Walkerughed and said, "Antic City, this is home for me now!"
"That is an honor for us Antic City folks!"
Walker said joyously.
Under Dick Hott''s guidance, Walker, with a beautifuldy in his arms, arrived at a private room where there was a gambling table with several guests ying cards. None of them paid much attention to Dick Hott ushering Walker in.
By that time, Walker had already exchanged his chips, a whopping 1,000 US dors!
After Walker sat down, Dick Hott left the private room, the smile that had been on his face vanishing suddenly.
With a wave of his hand, a few young men approached from somewhere.
"I just saw Leo go into the Ocean Tavern; bring him out to me!"
The young men immediately left Block Tavern.
Soon, in the back alley of Block Tavern, a man in a shoddy sweater was already beaten bloody.
The normally humble and smiling Dick Hott crouched on the ground, grabbed the man''s hair in his hand, forcing him to look at him.
"Leo, Leo, Leo, you''ve got money to gamble but not to pay us back, John''s 500 US dors, which with interest is now 700 US dors. When do you n to pay us back?"
Leo begged, "Big Dick, please give me a little more time. I just need to turn this around, and I''ll pay back Big John right away."
"You''ve told me that three times before, and each time I believed you, but each time you''ve disappointed me. Do you think I can still trust you?"
After saying that, Dick pped him hard, knocking one of his front teeth out of his mouth.
"We have run out of patience now. Hand over that property you have on Pennsylvania Avenue. That will settle all your debts!"
"No, no, no!" Leo hastily said. The property on Pennsylvania Avenue was hisst asset. If he gave that up, he would have no ground to stand on in Antic City!
Like many others in his situation, he''d move into cheap boarding houses and maybe be a vagrant after some time.
And perhaps die in an alleyway someday.
That property was hisst hope of turning things around; he couldn''t use it to cover his gambling debts!
But, wishful thinking aside, the reality was not up to him.
No matter how reluctant Leo was, in the end, he was subdued by the fists and the loan contract.
When he left Brad Law Firm, Dick Hott''s hands held a property deed for a two-hundred-square-meter property on Pennsylvania Avenue.
Back at Block Tavern in West District, Dick Hott first inquired about Walker''s situation. Learning that he was still in the private room, he went straight to John''s office.
In the office, haze of smoke lingered. John rested his legs on his desk, a sizable cigar in his mouth, while twodies danced gracefully before him.
"Ha ha!" Seeing Dick Hotte in, John bent down to pick up a cigar from the desk and tossed it to Dick Hott, "That wealthy man you found has already lost over 400 US dors here!"
A fawning smile returned to Dick Hott''s face at that moment.
"All thanks to Big John maintaining Block Tavern and West District well, making him willing to y here!"
"Right, I''ve always said I was a smart man, yet Donnie wouldn''t believe it!" John said happily.
"Big John, this is the property transfer contract from Leo for his property on Pennsylvania Avenue!"
Dick Hott ced the contract on the desk.
John''s weathered face beamed even more: "Tommy has been wanting to open another tavern here; tell him we''ve given the green light. But make sure to remind him to pay the fees on time, or we won''t be so courteous!"
"Of course!" said Dick Hott promptly.
"You''re doing well, kid. Maybe it won''t be long before you''re managing more things, just like Gary Thomas!"
Gary Thomas was no longer the small fry he once was. To avoid any rash media reports, John and Sean Be had rarely met alone anymore.
Regarding the business in West District and the distribution of money, it was Gary Thomas who acted as the intermediary.
"Thank you, Big John!" Dick Hott said excitedly, every young man in West District aspired to be Gary Thomas!