Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter

Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Crash at the Casino


"Julius, you're okay, right? You've eaten 5 Lotus cookies" asked Jeffri.


"I'm doing fine. Even if you give me a bottle of wine, I won't get drunk."


"You seem to be used to drinking alcoholic beverages, in which case we are still not old enough," said Carl.


"Even age or not, this is also the first time I eat foods that contain alcohol. If my mama finds out about this, I could die."


"Julius, it looks like you're getting drunk."


"About you said! I'm not drunk!"


The ball that the dealer throws begins to spin inside a wheeled table containing numbers and colors. Slowly the ball stopped on one of the number maps.


"Gee... Very dear it seems that luck is no longer on the side of this young master. The winner is Mr. Geraldo!" the dealer announced.


"Haha... Feel it boy! I'm the winner."


"Maybe you won this round, but out of the total 15 rounds I won. I've won 9 times and you've only won 6."


"AAAAHH ! ! ! I don't take this!" shouted Tn. Geraldo standing up.


For not accepting his defeat, Mr. Geraldo threw all the chips he was betting on. All the chips are scattered in front of dearl Casino. Not until there, he was also about to attack Julius. Luckily Julius quickly dodged the wine bottle attack Mr. Geraldo. The bottle of wine was blown apart, spilling what was inside. Everyone in the casino was shocked at what happened. Some of them ran out of the Casino to avoid the rampage of the famous Dragon members. The entire security stap tried to break up the mess but they were attacked by Mr.'s men. Geraldo's.


"Hey, old man. If you lose, just lose. There is no need to make a scene here," Julius said in a tone of ridicule.


"Julius, you don't provoke him more. That guy's under the influence of alcohol" Carl intercepts.


"AH!!! You little boy! You're really brave with me. Guys, get this kid!" mr's orders. Geraldo's.


"Good boss"


All of Mr's men. Geraldo immediately attacked Julius. Seeing the situation getting worse, Jeffry and Carl try to help attack. But they had not yet moved, Julius had already killed those people consisting of eight to ten people. A fierce fight ensued. Although Julius was outnumbered but he looked superior. The men of Mr. Geraldo quickly fell to the floor or was among those who bounced to the table and chairs.


Mr. Geraldo who saw his men easily defeated by a teenager certainly did not stay silent. He pulled out his gun and was about to shoot Julius. Jeffri who realized that immediately took a wooden fracture from the split table, then threw it. The wood fracture was right about Mr. Geraldo so that the gun he was holding was thrown away.


"Thank you Jeffri."


"It's not my friend's problem."


The fight continues. Some people who are still strong standing do not hesitate to attack with glass bottles and existing wood fractures. But this does not make Julius trouble against them, especially Jeffri and Carl helped him. It didn't take long, all of Mr.'s men. Geraldo fell down instantly. Stay Tn. Geraldo was still conscious but his face was covered with bruises and fresh blood flowed through his temple.


"Well! Is this just the ability of the Dragon members? Weak! You'd better go home and practice again there," Julius said as he stepped closer to Mr. Geraldo's.


"You... I will definitely report this matter to the great master. Look at it later, I'll make you unable to see this world again!" shouted Tn. Geraldo still threatens.


"As an old man you have a lot of nagging too."


Buginese!


"Julius, aren't you afraid they'll get their revenge?" ask the worried Carl.


"Even if their boss is here, I'm not afraid. Jeffri, sorry to bother you this time. Can you help me take them for a minute? Someone will pick him up" Julius asked Jeffri.


"All right."


Jeffri then ordered some Casino employees to help move the men and tie them up.


"Oh yeah. Don't think about all the damage. I will take responsibility and replace it. I'm gonna get some fresh air" Julius stepped out.


"July! You don't want to treat your wounds first?" call Carl.


"no need. It's just a small wound."


Outside, Julius approaches a small park opposite the Casino. The quiet garden with minimal lighting makes the garden a little dark. Every step Julius took through the park felt increasingly weakened. He paused for a moment and leaned against a tree that was there.


"Ouch... It seems like the alcohol content in the cake is indeed quite high, my head feels dizzy."


Julius slightly scowled his head but he suddenly felt something sticky and alkaline in his palm. Julius quickly lowered his hand and saw what it was.


"Blood?!"


A little surprised to learn that his head was injured, but his gaze was quickly sidetracked when he saw Marjorie at the end of the park. With her all-black suit and uncoiled blonde hair, Marjorie steps into a three-star hotel with a hotel called Tiffany.


"Eh, isn't that Death Knell? What's he doing coming to the hotel these nights? Wait, I can't possibly go wrong because of the influence of alcohol, right? I'd better follow him to see if it's true for him."


Regardless of the wound on his head, Julius rushed into the hotel where Marjorie had just entered. With a sneak and evade the hotel staff, Julius sees Marjoriet entering the elevator door and ascending to the 6th floor. Unwilling to lose track, Julius made use of the stairs and immediately climbed to the 6th floor. Julius was lucky once he reached the 6th floor, he caught Marjorie standing at one of the bedroom doors. The door opened after he knocked on the door. A man stands at the door and is seen talking to Marjorie.


"Hey, that's the boss of the storming case at the mall this afternoon. What's his relationship with Marjorie?" thought Julius.


A few moments later the man invited Marjorie in. Julius rushed to the door of the room, but he was not quick. The door was closed and locked. Julius tried to stick his ear to the door to hear the conversation going on in the room. Unfortunately, the room was soundproofed.


"Damn! If Julia were here, I could ask her to put a wiretap in there."


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