185 The Boss Arrives

The one who did that was Akkalou Benidito. This playboy looked at the boxman with a wide grin plastered on his face. His smile was radiant—so radiant that the boxman felt chills down his spine.

Seeing this, the players began shouting:

"Quick! Lift it! Lift it, lift it, lift it!"

"Hurry up and lift it, buddy, we want to see the results!"

"D*mmit, I’ve put in 10,000 down on this—what the hell you trying to do by dragging things out?!"

The boxman looked as if he were about to cry. "Sir, we need to validate the authenticity of the check. Please wait a moment…"

A Native American with a cold expression finally arrived. He said, "Boxman, please step down, I’ll handle things over here."

The boxman breathed a sigh of relief. He gave him a respectful look and said, "Mr. Marlin, here—"

"Leave it to me. Step down." The Native American remained cold and expressionless.

Facing his icy stare, the boxman nervously left the table.