Not begging, but warning

John Lopez had intended to visit his second sister today, but upon arriving at the living room, he was taken aback by the sight of Queenie sitting on the sofa, clearly agitated.

"What's wrong, sister?" John inquired, his brow furrowing.

Queenie, still fuming, waved her phone in front of him, playing a video with a look of deep frustration. "It's all about that ungrateful Gary," she said, her tone sharp and vexed.

John's gaze darkened as he watched the video. It was clear that things had escalated.

After a moment of silence, John spoke, his voice low but firm. "Sister, don't worry. I will solve it."

Queenie, her expression mixed with concern and suspicion, raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to find Duke of Southern River?"

John gave a cold sneer, shaking his head. "No need."

With that, he turned and strode out of Greenland Villa, his steps resolute. Queenie, still uneasy, quickly dialed Alice Moon's number.

Alice, a bit confused by the late call, picked up on the other end. "Sister, why are you calling me at this time?"

"Gary was arrested by Millionaire's men," Queenie cut straight to the point, her voice betraying her frustration.

Alice's response was immediate. "It's none of my business."

Queenie was quick to add, "So is little John."

"What? Little John is also there? I'm going to blow up Millionaire!" Alice's voice was filled with fury as she hung up, already grabbing a knife and strapping it behind her waist. Without hesitation, she headed straight for Millionaire.

Meanwhile, John had arrived at the gates of the casino. His demeanor was cold, his mind focused. Gary's fate didn't concern him, but the fact that Dracul had dared to harass Queenie and threaten Grandpa Wodehouse—this was something that could not stand.

At the entrance of the casino, two imposing men in black stood guard, halting him as he approached. "Show me your identity card."

Millionaire's policy was strict—no one entered without an introduction from an insider, and outsiders had to present a special identity card.

John's response was chilling. "Get out of the way."

The guards, sensing his hostility, quickly became wary. "Are you here to make trouble?" one of them asked, clearly on edge. But before they could act, a sharp pain erupted in their stomachs. They both flew backward, crashing into the door and tumbling inside.

The sudden commotion caught the attention of the gamblers inside, who froze in surprise. What had just happened?

John stepped into the casino, his presence immediately felt by everyone inside. His voice, calm but chilling, reverberated through the space. "If you don't want to die, get out!"

The words were quiet, yet they carried such weight that the air seemed to freeze. Every gambler in the room stiffened, their hearts racing in fear. Realizing the danger, they hastily vacated the premises, leaving only a few frightened female dealers huddled beneath the tables.

Within moments, Dracul arrived with his men, confusion and curiosity written on his face. His sharp gaze landed on John. "Who are you?"

John didn't answer directly, instead focusing on what mattered. "You sent the video to my sister, right?"

Dracul's eyes widened with realization. This man was here for Gary. Without a moment's hesitation, he waved his hand, signaling his men to close the casino's gates and block John's path.

"Drag him out," Dracul ordered, a cruel smirk crossing his face.

Moments later, Gary was dragged out, battered and bruised, his face swelling with the beating. As soon as he saw John, he let out a desperate shout, "John, help me! It must be our eldest sister who sent you, right?"

"Shut up!" Dracul snapped, slapping Gary hard across the face. Turning to John, he sneered, "If you want to take him away, you need to apologize first. Kneel down and show respect."

John's silence stretched for a moment before he calmly responded, his voice unwavering, "First, I won't kneel down to apologize to you. Second, I don't have any ransom with me. Third, this kind of trash is not even qualified to be my brother."

The casino went deathly quiet.

Dracul's anger flared. "Why didn't you bring ransom but came here to mock me? Are you trying to humiliate me?"

John didn't flinch. "I'm not here to beg you. I'm here to warn you."

Dracul's face contorted in fury. "You're warning me?" He gestured to the two still-wounded guards. "I think you're looking for a death wish."

At that moment, one of Dracul's men, a hulking figure known as Tiger Lee, stepped forward. He was a feared thug in Dracul's organization, someone who had proven his worth many times. "Mr. Dracul," he said with a grin, "I think this guy might be a martial artist. Let me test him out for a while."

Dracul considered this, then turned to John. "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you can withstand ten moves from Tiger, everything will be negotiable. But if you can't, not only will Gary stay, but you'll also pay ten times the ransom."

Without waiting for Tiger to react, John shifted into a blur of motion. In the blink of an eye, he was on Tiger, launching a vicious kick. Tiger managed to cross his arms to defend himself, but the force of the blow was unimaginable. His arms shattered, and his chest caved in, sending him sprawling to the floor in a heap.

Dracul's smirk faltered as he watched his prized enforcer crumple before him. The casino fell into an eerie silence, all eyes now fixed on John.

John turned slowly, his gaze never leaving Dracul's, and asked coldly, "What did you say just now?"

Dracul's face turned pale as the full weight of the situation hit him. For a moment, he could only stare at the young man who had just destroyed his top thug with ease. John Lopez was no ordinary man, and Dracul realized too late that he had made a grave mistake in underestimating him.