I Just Wanted to Be a Galactic Hunter—Why Am I on the Wanted List? Chapter 65: Skull Gang

The people inside the casino didn’t care about that faint snap of fingers.

They just treated it as Loren’s habitual gesture.

After all, he had been snapping his fingers from ti to ti while playing roulette earlier, as a way of celebrating.

The man in the white suit, seeing that Loren didn’t speak further, left imdiately.

So he’s still wary, Loren thought silently.

At the sa ti, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

From the white-suited man’s perspective, spending three thousand spirit stones to resolve an unknown trouble was worth it.

The casino’s stability was the top priority.

After all, this casino’s nightly profits were far more than three thousand spirit stones.

More importantly,

this casino had devices to detect superhuman energy fluctuations.

After receiving the dealer’s notice, the white-suited man had specifically checked the device to see if there had been any energy fluctuations in the casino during the ti the other person gambled.

The answer was no.

The white-suited man also took the ti to watch Loren’s strange gambling at the table.

Anyone could see sothing was off — Loren’s luck was suspiciously good.

But to the white-suited man, whether Loren won through luck or by so bizarre ans didn’t matter much; the casino’s stability was what mattered most.

The other party was clearly dangerous. Even if he cheated, he was soone who could bypass energy-detection devices.

People like that were never easy to handle.

As far as the white-suited man knew, the types of superhumans who could bypass energy-detection devices were only “God-Touched” and “Rule-System Psychics.”

The forr ant big trouble, the latter ant moderate trouble.

Neither kind of trouble was sothing a casino manager wanted.

The casino’s job was simply to quietly reap profits from the gullible; the fewer problems the better.

He thought such dangerous figures were better left for the larger casinos to deal with.

Judging by how the other person looked, he didn’t seem like soone who would stop easily.

The white-suited man clapped his hands at everyone in the hall and loudly declared,

“No more issues, everyone carry on! A wonderful night doesn’t last long, so enjoy it!”

Hearing him, the gamblers who had been stealthily watching shifted their gazes away and returned to their gas.

Casino staff resud their duties in an orderly fashion.

The dealers continued dealing cards, the greeters waited at the entrance as usual.

Servers selling drinks kept moving through the casino, peacefully peddling beverages in the ongoing night.

Then he waved again, called over the doorkeeper who stood by the casino’s hidden door, and privately instructed him:

“From now on, don’t let people who look dangerous like that in. They don’t bring in much money and they bring trouble.”

“Yes, manager, I understand.” The doorkeeper nodded in agreent.

Satisfied his arrangents were made, the white-suited man waved the doorkeeper away.

He then made another round through the casino.

After patrolling, seeing no further abnormalities, he nodded to himself in satisfaction.

“If you can handle it, there’s no unsolvable problem in the world,” he praised himself inwardly.

At this mont, Loren, who had left without a word, had just walked out of the bar’s back kitchen and into the noisy dance floor area.

The booming music made him frown again.

He endured it, left the dance floor, walked calmly past the bar counter, and headed for the front door.

As he stepped out of the bar’s entrance, he naturally let his right hand fall and snapped his fingers.

“Misfortune,” Loren said calmly.

Unfortunately, no one could hear Loren’s words; everything was drowned by the pounding music and the crowd’s noise.

Outside the bar, carrying his suitcase, Loren went to the curb, hailed a hovercar, and left like an ordinary passenger.

After this unremarkable hovercar drove away,

an incredibly spectacular explosion occurred at the Rose Bar, two or three blocks away.

The bar, still open for business, was packed with countless Federation citizens indulging in revelry.

The crowd once enjoying themselves turned into a scene of wailing and chaos.

People around the Rose Bar imdiately notified the Federation Law Enforcent Departnt and the Federation Hospital.

dical personnel arrived outside the blast site five minutes after the notification.

Unfortunately, these rapid-response dical teams could only stand outside the flas and helplessly listen to the cries from inside the bar.

The Law Enforcent Departnt had not yet arrived and the fire had not been extinguished, so the dics had nothing they could do.

The Law Enforcent Departnt finally arrived twenty minutes later, slowly pulling up in enforcent vehicles.

Federation police, belonging to the Law Enforcent Departnt, moved at high speed to extinguish the flas and to check for any subsequent explosions.

Only after these actions did they wave the dical teams in.

But by the ti they were allowed in, the dics faced a pile of charred remains and could do little.

In the end, after desperate rescue efforts, the dical teams managed to save only a dozen or so severely injured survivors.

Those who survived were positioned relatively far from the Rose Bar’s back kitchen in the dance floor, which allowed them to barely make it through.

The Law Enforcent Departnt also determined the cause of the explosion.

Thanks to the strength of the Federation Energy Departnt, natural gas in the Federation was very inexpensive, much cheaper than water.

As a result, the Rose Bar’s back kitchen used natural gas to cook.

Unfortunately, improper operation in the Rose Bar’s kitchen ignited a natural gas explosion.

The chain reaction then ignited the large quantity of alcohol in the wine cellar and behind the bar counter.

Ultimately, the Rose Bar beca a hellscape.

At the sa ti,

while investigators were cleaning the scene, they also discovered the hidden door in the bar’s back kitchen.

The Law Enforcent Departnt officers, sensing sothing unusual, poured into the secret casino.

They were t with the sa horrific scene.

As the place nearest the back kitchen, this area suffered far greater blast force than the dance floor.

Inside the casino, there were no survivors.

The white-suited man, the casino manager, even though he was a mid-level superhuman, had beco a charred corpse.

But the forensic team’s findings about his death were extrely strange.

It looked like he died from high-temperature asphyxiation, and like he died from the explosion, and like he died from a rib fracture piercing the heart.

In short, even for a seasoned forensic expert, it was hard to witness a person suffering three lethal injuries in such a short span.

It was as if fate had determined he must die; there had been no chance left.

“Captain, we have new findings!” a young Law Enforcent officer running up reported to a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard.

“Speak!” The scruffy middle-aged man squinted at the scene’s devastation.

He, too, had noticed sothing odd from the forensic report, as if it were deliberate.

“We just ran genetic tests on the victims. Most of the people killed in the bar were mbers of a gang called the ‘Skull Gang.’ This place was one of their gathering spots.”

“Also, I just initiated the Federation’s abnormal incident investigation procedure. The Security Bureau people told us that a big figure from the Jadeite Star Domain is backing this Rose Bar.”

The young officer paused there.

“Councilor Osman of the Jadeite Council.”

“Anything else?” The scruffy middle-aged man hesitated, then asked.

“In the early days, the Skull Gang was tacitly supported by Councilor Osman. After the gang grew, their main businesses beca smuggling and trafficking prohibited items, illegally operating casinos and red-light districts, and they are suspected of human trafficking and organ trading.”

The young Law Enforcent officer leaned in to the captain’s ear and spoke in a low voice.

When the middle-aged captain finished listening, sweat broke out on his forehead.