The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray - Chapter 1125

1125 Get Him to Come Out

Lucas looked around at the people surrounding him and said coldly, “Tell Ashton Hill to get the hell out here immediately!”

Lucas was furious.

If Ashton really wanted to snatch the land away, he could just come at Lucas.

Gemma was already advanced in years, but she was still undergoing emergency rescue now, and it was unknown what would happen to her in the future. Ashton was utterly unforgivable!

After hearing what Lucas said, the henchmen of Club Illuma immediately had a drastic change in expression. How dare this man call Mr. Ashton by his name and speak about him in that tone?!

The leader hollered, “Damn it! Who do you think you are? You can’t meet Mr. Ashton just because you want to!”

“Heh, is that so? Then, I can only use other methods to make him get his ass out here to see me!” Lucas said coldly. The moment he finished speaking, he had already dashed toward the henchmen like a bolt of lightning.

The next moment, bursts of miserable screams sounded in the arena. The henchmen were all sent flying as if an invisible opponent had attacked them and fell to the floor one after another.

Bang!

Bang!

Thud!

“Ah!”

…

With the chaotic sounds, the dozen or so henchmen in front of Lucas had already fallen to the floor and were rendered immobile.

Looking at this scene in front of them, the other people in Club Illuma couldn’t help staring wide-eyed at Lucas in disbelief.

Lucas didn’t deal these henchmen any fatal blows. After all, they were only working for Club Illuma, and they might not know what had happened yesterday.

The people Lucas wanted revenge on were Ashton, the mastermind behind this, and the scumbags who had harmed Gemma, an elderly woman in her seventies.

As for the other staff members, Lucas wouldn’t kill them unless they courted death on their own.

After deterring these people with one move, he went straight to the poker room on the fifth floor unhindered.

Since Ashton didn’t show up, he would create trouble here until he did.

If he just raised Club Illuma, smashing everything in sight and beating everyone up, it wouldn’t make Ashton feel pain at all.

Thus, Lucas went straight to the poker room, intending to make Ashton bleed money heavily. Only in this way would he learn his lesson and never dare to mess with Lucas again!

Since Club Illuma was one of the top entertainment joints in DC, there would never be a shortage of patrons in the poker room.

At this moment, in the huge room of thousands of square meters, there were numerous card tables, each full of people. From time to time, there would be bursts of cheers or cries of sadness.

Even the most elegant aristocrats would show their ugly sides when they fell prey to gambling addiction and have their minds preoccupied with greed. They would only have their eyes fixed on the cards and chips on the table.

Lucas walked around the poker room and went to a table near the middle.

He had just discovered that a middle-aged man with a big gold chain on his neck was the only person at the table who was innocent. The other three people at the table with him were obviously in cahoots and deliberately luring him into their trap.

This was the poker room of Club Illuma, and the only people who would dare to do this blatantly were the staff of Club Illuma.

It seemed that the three of them were teaming up to con the middle-aged man, so they were placing extremely large bets.

Thus, Lucas went straight to this table, tapped the middle-aged man’s shoulder, and said, “Go play at another table.”

The middle-aged man had just won a lot of money and was in extremely high spirits. Hearing what Lucas said, he snapped furiously, “Damn it! Who are you, brat? How dare you snatch my seat?”

In the middle-aged man’s opinion, he was really lucky and had just won a ton of money, perhaps because he was in a lucky seat. As soon as he heard that Lucas wanted him to change seats, he immediately flew into a rage.

He didn’t know the reason he could win now was that he had fallen into the trap of the other people at the same table. Their plan was to let him win a few games first and then lure him into increasing his bets before making a killing off of him.

It could be said that Lucas was saving him by asking him to change seats.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged upstart had no idea at all, nor did he appreciate Lucas’s efforts. He simply thought that Lucas was here to ruin things for him.

Lucas couldn’t be bothered to continue talking to him. He directly picked him up by the back of his collar and flung him onto the floor without hesitation.

Bang!

The middle-aged man’s fat body hit the floor with a dull thud. Several people at the surrounding poker tables instantly looked over.

Their faces were covered in shock!

In the numerous years that Club Illuma had been operating in DC, no one had ever dared to cause trouble here.

After all, many people knew who truly owned Club Illuma, and even the members of the eight top families of DC had never dared to cause trouble here.

But the young man in front of them, who looked to be only in his twenties, actually had the audacity to get physical in Club Illuma!

Lucas didn’t care what expression the upstart had. Instead, he simply sat down in his seat.

“I’ll play with you guys.”

The other three people sitting at the table looked at each other.

They were clearly about to lure the middle-aged man into their trap, yet Lucas appeared at this moment and threw him away, putting their plan in jeopardy.

One of them narrowed his eyes and said to Lucas hostilely, “Punk, are you here to cause trouble?”

Lucas smiled faintly. “Isn’t this a poker room? Is there a difference between him playing with you guys and me playing with you guys?”

Then Lucas said to a waiter next to him, “Please exchange thirty million dollars worth of chips for me.”

He took out a bank card from his pocket and threw it directly at the waiter. His tone was as casual as if he was just asking the waiter to get him a pack of cigarettes.

His words immediately made countless people around him stunned!

Lucas actually wanted 30 million worth of chips!

There were many people in DC with net worths of ten million and even hundreds of millions of dollars. But this was the cumulative value of their companies’ assets, stock investments, and fixed assets.

It was extremely uncommon for anyone to have so much cash to spare for poker.

The upstart got up from the floor and wanted to teach Lucas a lesson. But after hearing what Lucas said, he shivered! Oh my god!

Thirty million dollars just for poker! He didn’t even have that much money in liquid assets!

At the thought of this, the middle-aged upstart looked at Lucas with a much more scrupulous gaze and no longer dared to ask Lucas to return his seat.