Drake froze. "What blood donation?"


    Before the nurse could answer, Debra said, "Take a good rest. Marion''s people will watch over you outside. I need to go back to the casino and check out things."


    With that, she left the room. The nurse tried to stop her but couldn''t catch up in time.


    Drake pressed, "What blood donation?"


    The nurse shrank under his cold gaze and stammered, "The blood bank was running low, so..."


    "So?"


    "Mrs. Houston donated her blood. She hasn''t rested enough yet."


    "And you let her leave like that?" Drake got anxious, trying to get out of bed.


    The nurse pushed him back down. "You just had surgery, sir. You can''t go anywhere."


    The sudden movement strained his wound, and Drake frowned in pain.


    The nurse was adamant. "You need to rest now."


    Drake''s gaze never left the door. He was deeply frustrated.


    ...


    Once arrived, Debra saw the area around the casino had been locked down. Marion''s men were guarding the entrance.


    A guard approached her. "Ma''am, Mr. Houston said he woulde out soon. You can take a rest here."


    "Can''t I go in now? Is it violent inside?"


    "Yes."


    "Alright, then I won''t go in."


    The guard opened the car door for her, and she settled in. Her eyes remained fixed on the casino entrance.


    The case was in ruins, with broken


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    furniture scattered everywhere. The tof people begging for mercy


    Sed.


    Marion was sitting in a chair, looking almost bored as he listened.


    A group of guards came in and reported, "Sir, Mrs. Houston is here."


    Marion nced at those people standing by and raised his hand. At


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    S signal, his men quickly retreated


    to the side.


    Those people huddled together and begged for mercy.


    "Mr. Houston, we really didn''t know."


    "We had nothing to do with this."


    Marion didn''t even bat an eyelid. Picking up his gun, he aimed at their heads and pulled the trigger.


    "Clean up the mess," he ordered, tucking his gun back into his waistband.


    Then he walked out of the casino. The sunlight outside was warm.


    From inside the car, Debra signaled him toe over. Marion took the hint and quickened his pace.


    Once inside, he noticed something abnormal.


    "Why''s your face so pale?" he asked with concern, taking her hand. "Your hand is freezing."


    "It''s nothing. I donated a little blood."


    "A little?"


    She was as white as a sheet. He could tell it was more than just a little.


    "Yeah. The hospital has strict


    standards for blood donations.. if I


    to donate more, t


    wouldn''t let me."