Chapter 1715
The shirtless man grabbed the beer bottle from the table and walked toward the man in the safety helmet, each step carrying a threat.
The other players immediately stood up to stop him.
A man in a black shirt shouted at the man in the safety helmet, "Marion, are you a dead man? Can't you see that Mr. Alvarez is seriously pissed? Are you just standing there waiting to get beaten? Get the hell out of here!"
Matthew was surprised. The man in the safety helmet was actually Marion.
He had assumed Marion was one of the players at the poker table. After all, he owed so much money. But it turned out he was just a worker desperate for his wages.
It was hard to process it for a moment.
After being shouted at, Marion's face showed fear. He didn't dare stay any longer and turned to leave.
But in his haste, his helmet hit the standing air conditioner beside him. His helmet fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up and hurried toward the door.
When he reached it, he saw two men blockin

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