Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Chapter 95

After dinner, Casper suggested that they visit Horington food street. Everything was already in place at Horington food street. Earlier, Casper had commanded the installation of pinhole cameras at multiple locations distributed along the length of the street.

Casper’s intention for heading there that day was not to partake in the sumptuous fare offered all along the street. Rather, he wanted to capture those who were the masterminds of the fabled haunting of Horington food street.

Stallion had helpfully brought a few of his lackeys along to add to their numbers.

Elena had been intimidated at first, but her curiosity soon convinced her to trail along.

She now sat inside one of the shops that had a clear view of the street outside, which she nervously glanced at intermittently.

Two strapping brutes sat on either side of Elena, dwarfing her petite frame. They sat staring ahead gravely, entirely focused on watching over Elena’s safety.

They, too, had pinhole cameras attached discreetly to them to record any untoward incidents that might occur.

As an added layer of security, Stallion had set up a post in a private room within the shop, carefully monitoring the live footage.

The pinhole cameras strategically placed throughout Horington food street covered practically every angle and crevice conceivable.

Casper was hidden in a dark corner somewhere, like a predator waiting to spring.

Time ticked steadily away. When Elena checked her watch next, it read ten minutes to midnight.

“Anything?” Casper asked from his hiding spot in a room on the second floor of a shop along Horington food street. Concealed by the curtains, Casper would remain invisible unless the situation became irremediable.

Peering at his screen, Stallion replied shortly, “Nothing.”

The crowd had vanished, leaving in its wake the empty streets lit gloomily by the dim yellow glow of several street lamps. Elena bit her lip, feeling a sudden surge of fear within her.

Sensing Elena’s concern, Casper muttered into his earpiece to soothe her, “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

In Casper’s room was another setup from which he had the master control over all of the surveillance cameras and their footage.

Casper’s room also afforded him an unobstructed

Ding! Ding! The clock in the shop

begin. Elena twisted both hands together apprehensively, her gaze

the clock had struck twelve, dense white smoke had begun spreading from the end of the street. Casper thought that he could detect black shadows moving within its cover. Casper, too, had dressed entirely in black. Wearing a facial mask, he now peeked out from behind the

that she felt as if her whole body had gone numb. She had prepared herself for odd things to happen but was nonetheless still taken aback when

shop turned on and began

clutching the muscular arm of the

into his skin as she hung onto his arm for dear life. In a gruff voice,

her from anyone, Elena would already have

on deaf ears. Paralyzed by terror, Elena

Casper hurriedly spoke into his Bluetooth earpiece, “How are you all doing

think she’s going to take my hand

couldn’t help but break into a grin.

somewhat comforted. However, she

ghosts? Those things don’t exist. Aren’t you a university graduate? How can you be so superstitious? The white smoke is obviously artificial!” Casper reassured Elena

that the electrical supply had been shut off, rendering his strategically-placed surveillance cameras useless. Fortunately, Casper had ensured that

grimly. The thugs he had kept lying in wait in the darkness now charged

grip was like iron,

situation as it unfolded before his watchful gaze. When the group enveloped within

“What’s happening in the shop? They should have discovered the surveillance cameras we placed in the shop. They’re escaping too quickly! Is everything

reply on the other

outside. The men he had arranged to lead the assault had all collapsed

the air. Casper could vaguely detect the smell of chloroform wreathed within the smoke. Once inhaled, it

dead and buy himself more time to

strewn all over Horington food street. The ten thugs that Stallion had brought along as extra manpower had, too, fallen. Even those seated within the shop had not been exempt from the effects

sound of footsteps approaching him, then felt

relaxed the muscles all over his body as if

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