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“Damn it! Boss Christ got assassinated, and the culprit is Freddie ‘Ghost Mask’, the Captain from the Flood Gang. He’s been caught, and his legs were broken…” “They really dared to lay their hands here on our turf? Gather the brothers; let’s march and crush the hell out of the Flood Gang!”

II II

Leonard Churchill watched their mouths from afar, figuring out what had just happened.

The so-called Boss Christ they were referring to seemed to be a primary financier of this gambling den, and one of the senior members of their gang.

He wasn’t particularly competent, but he held a high position.

Now he was assassinated.

No surprise, as incidents like this have become common lately.

The Flood Gang and their own gang had been repeatedly attacking each other, resulting in numerous casualties.

It just so happens that the first significant person to die was one of the elder-level figures.

“But on second thought… The Flood Gang sending assassins, couldn’t they hire an outsider who wasn’t so recognizable instead of their own minor Captain?”

Leonard Churchill pondered, raising an eyebrow.

An assassination was supposed to be carried out discreetly. What’s more, the killer was caught in the act.

Isn’t this clearly an act of provocation?

Leonard Churchill did not believe that these two major gangs who achieved such scale could all just be brainless brawlers.

Yet the assassin was caught in the act?

Both person and property were captured; it’s inexcusable even if they wanted to.

When Leonard Churchill reached this point in his thoughts, an idea suddenly popped into his head: what if Freddie had not wanted to commit the murder but was forced to?

Likely due to threats to his family.

Or perhaps…Mental Hypnosis?

Upon this realization, Leonard Churchill’s eyelids twitched slightly.

Hah… It couldn’t be the doing of that short mustached man, right?

Though he found it far-fetched to connect these events, intuition told Leonard Churchill that this explanation was quite plausible.

If this were indeed the case.

Then the Ghost Mask Freddie should be silenced, right?

After all, if it were really Mental Secret Skill, once he comes to consciousness, the truth will be revealed.

However, the conflicts between the two gangs didn’t concern him.

Modernity, the death duel has ended.

Finally, ‘Tiger’ Rex Smith took down his rival with a substantial amount of Curse Power, winning at a narrow margin.

Leonard saw this, his eyes shifted, and remembered his previous plan.

No matter what, learning the Later Breath Mantra should be his top priority.

Old Ship Gambling Den.

Inside the VIP room on the second floor.

A body, with a dagger stuck in the chest, was lying in a pool of blood.

This was Boss Christ, a senior member of the Brotherhood, and the primary financier of the gambling den.

Abel ‘King Fist’, who had rushed back from a confidential meeting at the headquarters, had a face gloomy enough to drip water.

Although he was fed up with these old gang members resting on their laurels.

The fact was, without the connections of these financiers, those big clients wouldn’t have visited the gambling den.

Moreover, he was in charge of the fighting arena, which had now encountered such a significant problem, which made Abel furious.

He kicked the assassinated body, lying not far away, and raged, “And who the hell killed Ghost Mask Freddie? I planned to deliver him to Nine Brown of Flood, see how they would talk their way out. Now great, there’s no hard evidence!”

In the room, seven or eight people were Abel’s trusted captains, including Rex Smith, who had just descended from the fighting stage.

All the gang members kept silent, listening.

Earlier, in order to capture the assassin, a severe beating took place.

After capturing him, they were so hyped that they beat him up together.

No one knew exactly who hit him, and he was suddenly dead.

At any rate, he was dead.

Abel looked at the loyal subordinates in front of him, his anger made his eyelids twitch violently.

But looking at the corpse, he suddenly recalled the secret plan against Flood Gang discussed earlier by the gang’s executive, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: Good for no reason, this issue is already so big, don’t blame our Brotherhood for breaking the rules!

Abel no longer brooded over the assassination: “Leave this matter to our high-level negotiation. All you need to know is everyone gather here tomorrow night at seven. We are going to hit a big score.”

The crowd responded in unison: “Yes.”

Rex Smith ‘Tiger’, dragging his exhausted body, walked out of the room.

He had won a fight to the death and was feeling pretty good, until the assassination ruined the mood.

He too was a Captain, tough and loyal.

In the Brotherhood, he already had a standing. He led a group of little brothers and controlled several streets.

As he walked to the door, several trusted aides greeted him.

“Captain, oh yo, that fight just now was fantastic. That Hogan ‘Mountain of Flesh’ with seventeen consecutive victories is a gladiator trained specifically by the slave traders of the Upper City… You really hammered him to death…”

“Yeah, the Captain is valiant!”

After a heap of praises, Rex Smith also felt gratified.

Moreover, for each death duel, all his savings were at stake, and he had won a considerable sum of money.

The group went outside and got in a car, leaving Downing Street.

The streets Rex Smith covered were five or six blocks in Sewage Street, east of Downing Street.

This was a commoner’s quarter. The sewage system was always blocked, and there were sewage overflows, hence the name.

Seemingly after no time at all, the steam car stopped in front of a shabby building at No. 5, Sewage Street.

Rex Smith, with a group of little brothers, walked into the building.

There were few pedestrians in Sewage Street, so many operations of the Brotherhood that couldn’t see the light of day were based here.

As soon as he walked through the door, one of the young brothers greeted him and reported.

“Captain, we got a message from the middleman. The Iron Cross Society has sent someone to pay the ransom. They want to redeem the steward we kidnapped earlier…”

“Oh, this money is so easy to get? Then ask them for another two million, then let the guy go..”