Chapter 1506: Hungry Dragons roar!

Bennet’s hands and feet were a bit cold, and although he was in a warm room, his back was already wet with cold sweat.
He started from the grasshoppers, and the position of the underground world in the city of chaos was supported by the gambling houses and brothels of this home. It was overnight that he was seized by the Grey Temple and captured everyone.
This is obviously not a surprise check that can smother the past. He used to maintain the relationship with money. He always made everything look compliant before checking.
But this time it was a little different. The gambling houses and the brothels were all sealed up, and the news was sent to him this morning. It was able to do all this, which meant that this was a big action directed by the Grey Temple.
Bennet inevitably thought of McGonagall, who had a slap in the teahouse that day.
In these years, he was able to eat in both black and white. He did offend a lot of people.
But even his big brother who can't wait for him to die, has the identity of the Marquez family patriarch, and can't do anything to him. The other little soldiers are not in his eyes.
If it is McGonagall, how can he have a small restaurant owner who can influence the gray temple to shoot him? And is it still such a large-scale operation?
Bennet has some headaches and distressedness, although he has been washing his identity for years, letting himself get out of those black products, and turned into a successful businessman who can get on the counter.
However, maintaining such a false identity requires a lot of money. For example, the tea house, although known as the first tea house of the chaotic city, receives customers of different identities every day, but has been operating at a loss so far.
All of this money comes from gambling houses and brothels.
Although he tried to draw a line between the two, he had to admit that these things are indeed his most precious things.
Losing both of these things, he is equal to losing the source of the economy at once, which means losing everything.

Is the relationship between the casino and the brothel and me broken?
Bennet asked the supervisor.
"Yes, except for a few trusted ones, no one knows that these gamblers and brothels belong to you." The manager nodded quickly.
"They have all been caught?" Bennet frowned.
"You can rest assured that their tone is the most strict, knowing that the end of the supply will not be said to you."
Bennett breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't get involved, there was room for manoeuvre. Shen Sheng said: "Go and inquire about the news, see what the situation is, pay attention, don't put yourself in."
"Yes." The supervisor hurried away.
"There is no more casinos. At least I am still a Marquis family. As long as the hot pot restaurant can be opened smoothly, one day I will take the position of the patriarch from the hands of Bowen. The Marquis family should be me. The inheritance is correct.
Bennet’s voice whispered and he slowly clenched his fist.
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In the gloomy dungeon, the wall is covered with a variety of torture tools.
The screams came from all the cells, accompanied by crisp and loud whip.
"Boss, those few mouths are all open, and the behind-the-scenes bosses of these gambling houses and brothels are Bennet Marquez. The backyard of the gambling house has dug up more than 50 bodies, mostly in the casino. The gambler is either a lottery gambler who won the casino.
On the other side of the brothel, a large number of illegal potions were collected. Last night, they touched the vines and gave their pharmaceutical bases a chance. They arrested a group of drug-making magicians, and the behind-the-scenes boss was also Bennet. A member of the Grey Temple Intelligence Department walked into Burton's office with a thick stack of confession, put the confession on his desk, and looked proud with a look: "Which is our intelligence department can't open it." The mouth, this is really a big fish.

"I really don't know if I don't know. We are still hiding such a monk in the city of chaos, and it has almost washed ashore." Burton was also surprised to pick up the stack of confession, flip it over and then look up. The genus said: "Look at the key points and see who is guarding them in the Grey Temple and the City House. I have to look at it. Who can cover the sky with one hand and raise such a wolf under our eyes?"
"Yes." The genus was closed and left.
Bolton looked at the stack of confession for a moment, picked up the confession and went out to the main room of the temple. This is a big case. It is not just a threat to Meg, it needs to ask the lord, involving all parties. Interest, his authority may not be enough.
But he can be sure that the illegitimate child of the Marquis family has already booked cool.
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"Damn, the intelligence department didn't know where to get the high-level authority. It bypassed me and gave Bennet's gambling houses and brothels. Now I don't know what they are looking for. The intelligence department is there. Do not say, a sentence is not enough to give me the top back!" Inspection Department, in an office, a middle-aged man punched a wall and his face was dark.
"Captain, what do you do now? Will this matter come up with us?" The two men in uniforms in the inspection department wiped the cold sweat, and some nervously said.
The man, known as the captain, took back his fist and quickly calmed down. He shook his head and said, "Don’t panic. There are few people who know this. They are all talking about the restaurant in Bennet, as long as Bennet is not checked. We don't have any problems. And, the money we got is just a little..."
Both of them heard a sigh of relief, and when they heard the latter part of the sentence, they even brightened their eyes.
The middle-aged man went on to say: "But we have to figure out what the blitz action is because, even if we don't help people, at least we must understand the situation and deal with it."
"Well, let's go to the intelligence department to explore the tone." The two heard the words and quickly left.
The middle-aged man walked in the room and looked at himself with a dignified look: "This situation must be reported to the adult, must be pressed down, otherwise I don't know how many people to come..."
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McGonagall woke up as usual, turned off the alarm clock on the bed and was about to get out of bed. The two little guys rushed up.
"喵呜"
"Dragon Dragon Howler!!!"
McGonagall looked at the left and right and squatted at his hand, and the two little guys who looked serious and fiercely showed a smile.
"咕噜噜~"
At this moment, the voice of a stomach screamed clearly.
"It’s a hungry dragon roaring, but I heard the voice of my stomach.
McGonagall looked at Amy.
"Oh, stupid belly, it's called yourself." Amy squinted and opened a quilt into the arms of Meg, closing her eyes comfortably. "It's so warm, so comfortable."
"喵喵~"
The ugly duckling followed him into the bed and went to McGonagall’s stomach like a soft quilt.
"Say, I want to eat something delicious in the morning, my father will do it for you." McGonagall looked down at the cute face of the little guy and asked with a smile.