An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

"What do you mean you're all being targeted by homeless people?"

Mark's roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in the already oppressive and suffocating office.

The moment the words left his mouth, everyone in the room...

Whether it's Will Cross, sitting imposingly in the boss's chair, or Lenny, Silas, Vance, and one-eyed Dexter beside him.

They all instinctively furrowed their brows.

Having experienced last night's biohazard-like ordeal, the mere mention of the three keywords "homelessness" now evokes strong emotions.

These powerful figures who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly were all experiencing severe stress reactions.

My stomach churned violently, and I felt extremely uncomfortable physiologically!

"Turn on the speakerphone!"

Frustrated, Will Cross ripped open his already disheveled shirt collar and stared intently at the phone in Mark's hand, his gaze sharp as a knife.

Mark gritted his teeth and pressed the speakerphone button hard.

The background noise from the other end of the phone instantly flooded the room.

The noise was incredibly loud, and you could even faintly hear various vulgar curses.

Several seconds passed before the younger brother's voice, trembling with sobs, finally came through intermittently:

"Boss... a few of us brothers had just arrived in the commercial district to collect this week's protection... sanitation fee when we got out of the car and noticed a group of homeless people following us from a distance."

"At first, no one took it seriously, but once we entered the neighborhood, we realized something was wrong! These filthy beggars were sticking to us tighter and tighter, like glue, clinging to us like ornaments!"

"They didn't say a word, and they didn't ask for money. They just followed us like glue, even to the toilet!"

"The brothers couldn't stand this kind of treatment. Some of them turned around and were about to teach them a lesson, but then..."

"Before the guy's fist even touched the other man's clothes, the old homeless man fell straight to the ground."

"Then he started foaming at the mouth and convulsing uncontrollably, shouting things like 'The gang is killing people!'"

Having said all that in one breath, I'd like to take a few breaths:

"We're completely unable to work now; wherever we go, we're surrounded by huge crowds pointing and whispering!"

"These homeless people are utterly shameless. If you raise your hand, they'll fall to the ground and play dead; if you ignore them, they'll take advantage of you!"

"Not only did they follow us into those shops, but they also sat and touched things indiscriminately, and even... they even urinated and defecated in front of people's shops and spat yellow phlegm!"

"Those merchants didn't dare to yell at us on the surface, but their resentment was practically overflowing. Some even said they wouldn't pay if things continued like this!"

"Useless! A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Upon hearing this, Mark was the first to lose his temper.

He glanced cautiously at Will Cross, whose face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and roared into his phone:

"Are you all brainless idiots? Can't you find a solution? Why did you even go to the shop if you were being followed?!"

"Furthermore, if they're willing to follow, just lure them into a deserted dead end, shoot one or two as a warning to the others, wouldn't that be enough? Are the other guns on your belts just toys?"

To everyone's surprise, the younger brother's voice on the other end of the phone sounded even more desperate:

"This is no good, boss! These homeless people have gone crazy, several of them are holding up broken phones and recording videos! The passersby are filming too!"

"If we dared to pull out a gun, we'd be on the Boston front page tomorrow, and we'd all be in jail! We wouldn't dare do anything rash!"

"Useless! Useless! All of you are useless!"

Mark was furious and jumped up and down in anger:

"Stop worrying about all that! I'm ordering you all to find a way to lure them to the abandoned factory in 14th Street right now!"

"Then have a few unfamiliar guys masked and brutally kill a few of them! Understand?"

"I...I understand..."

Before the younger brother could even respond...

A piercing siren blared continuously from the loudspeaker, and the sound grew closer and closer.

"What's going on!" Mark's eyelids twitched and he immediately asked sharply.

"Cops! The police are here! Someone called the police!"

The younger brother's voice suddenly sounded somewhat flustered:

"FUCK! A lot of police cars have arrived! I don't know which bastard called the police! Boss, I'm hanging up now, the cops are here. I'm definitely not going to collect the money today..."

"Useless! You know how to handle questioning, I don't need to teach you again!" Mark threatened viciously.

"clear……"

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The busy tone of the phone suddenly echoed in the room.

For a moment, the entire office fell into an eerie silence.

The air seemed to freeze, almost dripping with water.

There was a suffocating atmosphere, like the calm before an approaching storm.

"Oh!"

Just then, Will Cross suddenly let out an extremely strange, cold laugh from his nose, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over the crowd:

"It seems... our Blood Wolf Gang has really been targeted this time. Someone is treating us like an easy target!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, not daring to even breathe.

Clearly, everyone has already realized this.

What Mark's men experienced was definitely not a coincidence or accident, but something that was carefully planned behind the scenes!

And it was at this moment of utter silence that...

One-Eyed Dex, who was in charge of smuggling, suddenly felt his specially made satellite phone vibrate in his pocket.

One-Eyed Dexter's expression changed and he immediately answered the phone.

Just two seconds after the call connected, the fierce, one-eyed man's face drained of color, and he abruptly stood up from the sofa, shouting incredulously:

"What? You're at the police station now!"

These words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

One-Eyed Dex is in charge of smuggling!

If one of my men ends up in the police station, the cases that come to light will be far more serious than just disturbing the peace!

"Turn on speakerphone!!!"

Will Cross's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was almost frantic.

"good!"

One-Eyed Dex frantically pressed the speakerphone button.

The next moment, the younger brother's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Boss, you need to figure out a way to get us out of here! I spent all my money on this one minute of talk time, listen to me!"

"We're still carrying $50,000 worth of high-end Cuban cigars and three boxes of illicit drugs that we just traded two days ago!"

"If this is all proven true, according to the law, my brothers will be in jail for at least five years. Please help us!"

"What the hell is going on?!"

One-Eyed Dex clenched his teeth, his facial muscles twitched violently, and his single eye was filled with a bloodthirsty red light.

"Boss, we went to the dock to meet the cargo at the usual time today, and we didn't see any cops along the way."

"We just felt there were more homeless people on the street than usual, but no one thought much of it."

"Who would have thought that, just as we were getting close to the transaction point, a large group of homeless people suddenly surged out of the alley and crashed into the brothers."

Before we could even get angry or draw our guns, these filthy beggars, as if they had planned it, all lay down on the ground and refused to get up, clinging to our legs and wailing!

"The others formed a human wall around the perimeter, blocking us from leaving, taking photos and videos!"

"We were carrying heavy goods and didn't want to get involved with them at all, but some bastard in the crowd just called the police!"

"The police patrolling nearby pinned us down on the spot! The goods were also confiscated by the police on the spot! Boss, you have to find a way to bail me out! You have to..."

Before my desperate plea for help could finish, a cold, gruff voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Time's up, kid. $2000 a minute, you've already paid a lot for all that talk. Give me the phone!"

next moment.

The busy signal echoed mercilessly through the room once again.

The room fell into a deathly silence once again.

At this moment, everyone clearly recognized a chilling fact.

The enemy is not just targeting Mark's debt collection team, but all of the Blood Wolf Gang's businesses!

"Bang!"

Will Cross smashed the ashtray in front of him to pieces with a slap, staring intently at One-Eyed Dexter, his eyes bloodshot:

"Get us to the lawyers and police officers we know right now! No matter the cost, we have to get the guys out of jail before the cops file charges! Hurry!"

"Yes! I'll contact them right away!" One-Eyed Dex wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and turned to run outside.

However, before One-Eyed could even step out of the room...

Lennie, who controls the distribution of enhancement agents and various prohibited drugs, and Silas, who runs an underground gambling den.

Both of their phones started vibrating frantically at the same time, like death knells.

The vibrations mingled together, sounding particularly jarring in the office.

Instantly, Lenny and Silas's expressions turned ashen, as if they had swallowed eight pounds of greenbottle flies.

Clearly, they realized something was wrong.

But at this moment, Will Cross's expression was a hundred times worse than everyone else's combined.

Because Lenny's drug business and Silas's underground gambling den are the Blood Wolves' most core and most shady lifeline!

"Turn on speakerphone!!!"

Will Cross suddenly stood up, gripping the desk tightly with both hands, and almost gritted his teeth as he squeezed out the three words.

As he spoke, all the muscles in his body trembled violently.

Lennie and Silas, their hands trembling, answered the phone and pressed speakerphone.

The first sound from Lenny's phone was his underling's terrified voice:

"Boss! We're done for! We got raided by the cops while we were unloading goods in the third district, and we're all in the police station now! Help me, boss!"

Upon hearing this, Silas felt his vision go black and almost fainted.

He took several deep breaths before gritting his teeth and roaring, "What happened? Tell me!"

"It's those damn homeless people! They kept following us from a distance while we were unloading goods. At first, we didn't pay any attention and thought they just wanted to pick up some cigarette butts."

Lenny's underling was wailing on the phone:

"But then, they suddenly rushed up and tried to steal our medicine, which attracted the attention of passersby who called the police, and the cops immediately..."

"Shut up! I understand!"

Lennie, his face ashen, abruptly hung up the phone.

Gudong~

After swallowing hard, Lenny struggled to his feet and looked at Will Cross, whose eyes were blazing with fury:

"Boss... I... I'll handle it right away and minimize the impact..."

"Go and deal with it!!!"

Will Cross roared, not even glancing at Lenny, his gaze suddenly shifting to Silas like a ravenous wolf.

Silas's eye twitched slightly, and he immediately yelled into the phone, "What's going on on your end?! Tell me now!"

Soon, a report came from Silas's underlings:

"Boss, a huge group of homeless people suddenly showed up at the casino entrance. They somehow got hold of a broken speaker and are blocking our doorway, dancing that disgusting twerking dance like crazy!"

"The scene was so outrageous that it even attracted the attention of nearby police officers! Fearing trouble, all the guests fled through the back door! Now there's not a single customer left in the casino!"

Upon hearing this, Silas's extremely tense nerves strangely relaxed.

Although the casino lost a huge amount of revenue due to closing for a day, it was still acceptable compared to the troubles of others.

Silas wasn't the only one who thought this way; Will Cross clearly thought so too.

Upon hearing that the casino had not been raided by the police, his tense expression finally softened slightly.

But it was only a tiny bit; his face remained so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

creak!

Will Cross slumped into the large boss's chair, lit a thick cigar, and took a deep drag.

Through the thick smoke, he narrowed his dangerous eyes and coldly issued the order:

"Silas, immediately call a meeting with all the brothers who are still breathing! Tell them to bring all their heavy weaponry! I want to see who has the audacity to wage a full-scale war against the Blood Wolves!"

"Buzz...buzz..."

Just then, Will Cross's private encrypted phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated.

The moment I saw that special number on the caller ID.

Will Cross's expression turned extremely ugly, and his right eyelid began to twitch uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath, signaling everyone to shut up, then took his phone and walked to the window to slowly answer the call:

"Feed".

There was a full two seconds of silence on the other end of the phone; no sound came out.

A few seconds later, a gloomy voice, clearly altered by a voice changer, finally came through:

"Will, what's wrong with your Blood Wolf Gang? Has the whole gang gone mad?!"

"Today, the entire South District's emergency dispatch center received at least dozens of calls reporting street brawls involving your Blood Wolf Gang members, as well as allegations of smuggling and drug trafficking! You've attracted the attention of higher-ups!"

Will Cross, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, hurriedly explained:

"Sir, this is definitely an accident. Someone is maliciously targeting us behind the scenes. Someone is using those..."

That's enough.

The caller coldly interrupted any attempt to explain, their voice devoid of any warmth:

"There's no need for this nonsense. I only care about results. I'll be prepared to completely sever ties with your Blood Wolf Gang at any time, depending on what happens next. You'd better watch yourselves!"

After saying that, the other party hung up the phone without any hesitation.

"Knock knock knock..."

Hearing the cold, busy tone in his ear, Will Cross was absolutely furious.

"FUCK! FUCK! They're all a bunch of fucking opportunistic bitches!"

At that moment, his last remaining shred of reason snapped, and he grabbed an expensive antique vase from the table and threw it away!

Mark, Silas, and the others all lowered their heads and remained silent, not daring to utter a sound.

They hadn't seen their boss so out of control and acting so erratically in a long time.

For a moment, only Will Cross's heavy breathing and the sounds of smashing filled the room.

However, this is far from over.

"Knock knock knock—"

There was a rapid knocking at the door.

At that moment, the knocking sounded incredibly jarring.

"Go!!!" Will Cross roared viciously, his eyes bloodshot.

The junior staff member pushed open the door and, seeing the office looking like it had been hit by a typhoon, swallowed hard, his legs trembling as he reported to his superior:

"Boss... Boss... outside... there are hundreds more homeless people outside the bar..."

"They...they were holding up signs saying...saying that if you lined up in front of our Blood Wolf Gang's territory, you could get free scallion pancakes, and...and everyone would get ten dollars..."

The words fell.

"Snap!"

A crisp popping sound rang out.

Will Cross's valuable encrypted phone was smashed against the wall.

Fragments flew everywhere!

……

P.S.: This cover is back for the second time! Speechless, folks! There's a traitor among us! Let me investigate!