KMA: Kickass Man A Is Back

Chapter 70 This Is the Helper You Found

"Isn't the man with six fingers called Seamus Wilbert, God of Gambling of Ridges, who was working for

Harry Shaw?"

"It's him. Apart from him, who else can be served by the boss of DH Century Mall?"

"But who is that kid? Why is Seamus so respectful to him?"

"Who knows? But the person who can make God of Gambling so respectful must be Mr. Shaw's

honored guest!"

The crowd discussed and secretly guessed Atlas's real identity. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Shelly and the others were stunned.

"How could this be?"

"Didn't we see Six Fingers last time in the Emerald Pavilion? At that time, Atlas had obviously rejected

him!"

"Why on earth is he helping Atlas?"

Seeing the plan that was about to succeed suddenly failed, Shelly was distressed. Moreover, because

of this, his uncle was fired.

Shelly's face turned pale with regret. She didn't know how to face her uncle when she went out.

Joseph clenched his fists tightly and glared at Atlas's departing figure with a ferocious expression. He

roared in his heart, "Why? He's just a kept man and a loser!"

"It's one thing that Beckett Jackman treated him respectfully, but now even Harry Shaw has begun to

rope him in. What has he got?"

Gavin was also stunned. After a while, he exclaimed, "I can't believe it!"

Tobias's face darkened and he was also stunned for a long time. "Atlas, it seems that you are qualified

to be my real enemy!"

Viviana's mood was the most complicated. She really wanted to see Atlas make a fool of himself

because she couldn't stand Atlas' arrogant attitude now.

She wanted to break the mask that Atlas used to disguise himself and regain the feeling of being

superior.

However, Atlas was her nominal husband, so she could enjoy half of Atlas' everything. Therefore, deep

down in her heart, she hoped that Atlas would be powerful!

But so far, Viviana was more willing to see Atlas' embarrassment. If she did not crush Atlas' cockiness,

even if Atlas became stronger, she would not be able to enjoy the glory of being Atlas' wife.

It was impossible for Viviana to bow to Atlas.

"Atlas, you were lucky enough to escape again!" Viviana clenched her fists, unwilling to give up.

Atlas and Evelyn followed Seamus to a luxurious reception room.

A strong young man in a black suit opened the door. Seamus looked at the middle-aged man, who was

half lying on the sofa with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, and said respectfully, "Mr. Shaw, Mr.

Lincoln is here!"

The middle-aged man looked like an ordinary person, nothing special in the crowd. However, the

moment he opened his eyes, he was like a lion staring at his subjects. His entire person was different

in an instant.

Before Harry Shaw could speak, the handsome young man in a delicate white shirt, who was drinking

tea with a teacup, suddenly spat out a mouthful of tea.

The young man put down the teacup in his hand and said with a disdainful smile, "Harry, is this the

helper you invited? If there is no one else, I can lend a man to you. You don't have to find a kid to make

up the numbers, do you?"

The others in the room also sneered. It was conceivable who dared to laugh at Harry Shaw.

Harry was sizing Atlas up. He was wondering what Atlas could do at such a young age.

If it weren't for Seamus' insistent recommendation, Harry wouldn't have agreed.

Now that Eddy Tsin took the opportunity to mock him, Harry felt ashamed.

"Is this God of Gambling that you call ten times better than you? Seamus, don't you think I'm

embarrassed enough?" Harry complained in a low voice.

Seamus blushed and quickly explained, "Mr. Shaw, age is not the standard for measuring talent. Don't

underestimate Mr. Lincoln!"

Harry looked at Atlas impatiently, waved his hand, and said, "All right, all right, take him to the back

seat!"

No matter what Seamus said, Harry still felt that Atlas was too young to have real abilities.

Seamus walked back to Atlas awkwardly and said with a smile, "Mr. Lincoln, Mr. Shaw asked us to rest

at the back first!"

Although the conversation between Harry and Seamus was in low voice, as long as Atlas wanted to

hear it, he could hear it.

He knew that these so-called big shots, including Harry, looked down on him when they saw that he

was young.

Although Seamus tried his best to defend for him, it was hard for him to have a voice alone. Seamus

hid the truth, probably afraid that he would be hit and left in anger.

Atlas did not expose him. He pretended not to know anything and took Evelyn to the back seat to rest.

Atlas sat behind them, listening to these people discussing the details of the gambling. From their

conversation, Atlas learned that the beginning time of the gambling was specially selected by a

proficient fortuneteller.

Wait, this fortuneteller could not be Zander Scott, right?

Atlas listened to the push-and-pull between these big shots and soon got bored.

Since Atlas did not speak, Evelyn, who was beside him, naturally would not say a word. She only used

her beautiful big eyes to look at the crowd. She felt that these so-called big shots were no different from

some of her mean classmates.

Previously, Evelyn's awe for these mysterious big shots was greatly reduced.

At ten eight o'clock in the morning, the auspicious time selected by a master arrived, and the gamble

officially began.

When Atlas followed Seamus and Harry into the Emerald Pavilion, there was a sudden bustle.

"Thank you, Mr. Shaw!"

These people were celebrities from the Waymouth.

"Mr. Tsin!"

Of course, these were rich and famous people from Tsinchow.

Atlas was slightly surprised. This kind of worship ceremony basically did not exist in modern society. He

had a new understanding of the power of these big shots.

Evelyn, who had just felt that these big shots were just so-so, was shocked by this tsunami-like

momentum. She no longer dared look down on these big bosses.

Harry waved his hand at the crowd and said loudly, "Everyone from the Waymouth, thank you for your

presence! I really appreciate it"

Eddy just waved at the crowd and walked to the table without saying anything.

Harry and the other three big shots sat down, and their men sat a few steps behind them.

Atlas, Evelyn, and Seamus sat together.

In addition to Eddy, behind Harry and the other two big shots, each stood a middle-aged man in his

forties.

Seamus introduced to Atlas, "Mr. Lincoln, the man with three ears beside Mr. Shaw is the God of

Gambling in North Newton, Luke Wallace."

Atlas had noticed that person because his ears were very strange, because one side of his ears had an

extra earlobe.

"That fat man is Nick Fowler, the big wheel of Turquinn and the man beside him is Leonard Manson,

the Gambling Sage of Turquinn . The tall and thin man with a hooked nose is Mike Quinto, the most

powerful man in Roshan. Behind him is Archie Styles, God of Gambling of Roshan."

"The two of them came here today mainly to accompany us and to be witnesses. So, the two masters

they invited are not as good. We just need to keep an eye on Eddy Tsin." Seamus said.

Eddy asked with a smile, "Mr. Shaw, shall we begin?"

Harry snorted. "Anytime!"