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.

afforded him an unobstructed view of the entire

clock in the shop chimed, punctuating the silence.

twisted both hands together apprehensively, her

its cover. Casper, too, had dressed

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

turned on and began spinning energetically of its own

muscular arm of the

instantly stiffened. Elena’s fingernails had sunk deep into his skin as she hung onto his arm for dear life. In a gruff voice, the guard stammered awkwardly, “Ms.

anyone, Elena would already have put her guards out of

seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Paralyzed by terror, Elena continued

scene before him, Casper hurriedly spoke into his

Ms. Schneider’s clinging onto me so tightly that I think she’s going to take my hand off,”

tense atmosphere, Casper couldn’t help but break into a grin. “Elena, everything will be fine,” he called

guard’s earpiece, she felt somewhat comforted. However, she insisted feebly,

graduate? How can you be so superstitious? The white smoke is

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

let’s go hunt some ghosts,” Casper said grimly. The thugs he had kept lying in wait in the darkness now charged

was like iron, and the guard could not wrestle himself free for fear

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

Casper hastily asked into his earpiece, “What’s happening in the shop? They should have discovered

no reply on the other

stairs and outside. The men he had arranged to lead the assault had

vaguely detect the smell of chloroform wreathed within the smoke. Once inhaled, it would immediately knock

Casper decided to play dead and buy himself more time to devise an alternative

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

sound of footsteps approaching him, then felt several pairs of rough hands binding him

muscles all over his body as if he

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