Chapter 234
Chapter 234:
Silver Snake stood frozen, trembling with fear. “Boss, what about me?” he asked cautiously.
Black Tiger gave him a quick glance. “You’ll work with her p>
Too frightened to argue, Silver Snake turned on Rylie, yelling, “Hurry up and apologize! You should be grateful we didn’t toss you into the sea for the sharks p>
Rylie leaned back on the leather sofa, her posture relaxed as she tapped the armrest with her fingers. “Since we’re on the topic of the sea, I was just about to ask, how exactly did you get your hands on my cargo p>
Black Tiger’s expression hardened, his gaze sharpening. “What did you just say p>
Rylie rose and walked toward Black Tiger, prompting the casino guards to raise their weapons at once.
Black Tiger didn’t flinch. He didn’t see her as a threat, just a woman daring to step too close. “Who sent you?” he asked coldly.
Rylie perched on the edge of the desk, casually flipping the crystal ashtray in her hand. “That gun of yours,” she said with a faint smile. “Does it shoot clean p>
The moment her voice faded, she swung her slender arm without warning, slamming the crystal ashtray against Black Tiger’s skull.
Bang!
The ashtray shattered on impact, carving a deep gash across his forehead as blood poured down his face.
Shock swept through the room. No one moved.
The guards reached for their weapons, but Rylie had already drawn the pistol hidden beneath her skirt, shooting down two men with cold precision.
Silver Snake stumbled back in alarm and bolted for the door, only to be shot down — not by Rylie, but by the striking young woman seated quietly on the sofa. She was no ordinary guest. A covert agent planted by Britton, she was Rylie’s subordinate, embedded deep within the casino.
The girl moved swiftly toward the door, glancing back over her shoulder. “I’ll deal with the ones outside, boss. You handle the questioning p>
𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫
Black Tiger lay sprawled beneath the weight of Rylie’s heel, his head a crimson mess from the repeated blows. Blood streaked down his temples as he gasped in pain.
“You swapped out my shipment, and I emptied hundreds of millions from your vault. Still feels like I lost,” Rylie said, grinding her heel into his neck. “Who ordered the hit on my cargo p>
“I swear, I don’t know!” Black Tiger wheezed, trembling. “The deputy mayor had the stuff pulled from the black market and sent here for me to move. I saw the high-grade gear and assumed it was just smuggled tech, not official military stock! Selling it through the casino seemed safe. I had nothing to do with intercepting your shipment; I’m just the handler p>
“No clue, huh?” Rylie’s voice dropped cold as her heel dug in harder. “Then you’re worthless to me p>
As his windpipe threatened to collapse beneath her heel, Black Tiger gasped out, “Ronan, Ronan Boyd! The last batch wasn’t from the black market; it came straight from Ronan’s bar for the handoff! Please, that’s all I know! Can you let me go now p>