The male supporting character was actually myself.

The house where the Black Blood Gang leader lived looked like a bunker.

According to the guard, he saw the eldest brother return drunk last night, and he locked the door himself.

But no one was in the room, and everything inside remained exactly as it was.

It's like a living person disappearing into the safest room of a fortified house!

"Well, may God have mercy and take away those scourges that have ravaged ordinary people," Lucy said gloatingly. "Whoever did this deserves a medal!"

Joyce's eyes lit up as she asked, "Is the information accurate? April, go and verify it again!"

If it's true, our golden opportunity has arrived!

“I’ve already sent someone to verify this.” April lit a cigarette, took a puff, and continued, “There are all sorts of rumors flying around right now.”

The mob had no leader and was in the early stages of chaos.

It all depends on whether their bosses can show up in the next day or two. If they do, they will immediately quell the unrest. If they continue to be missing, the restless guys within the gang will definitely start fighting.

Then it will be our turn to reap the rewards.

There are all sorts of rumors circulating now.

It's said that many gangs encountered a strange guy today, riding an expensive horse and dressed like one of your brothers, but his face was obscured.

They were very generous; once they arrived on their territory, they would ask where the boss was.

No one would believe such a clumsy attempt to frame someone.

The most prevalent rumor is that Oliver was behind it all, sending people disguised as members of the Owen family to swagger around.

After finding out the situation, they sent those who knew witchcraft to kidnap the person.

This will incite war between other gangs and us, so Oliver can reap the benefits!

You brothers must be careful these next few days!

Having successfully rewritten Ed's future, Jiang Chen nodded casually and replied, "Okay, April, I'll be careful."

"You didn't do this, did you?" Joyce turned to look at him. "A warrior who can take down the Thunder Gang single-handedly, making those gang leaders disappear doesn't seem entirely impossible?"

Jiang Chen shrugged and laughed, "I don't know any witchcraft."

“I think, given Daniel’s style, he’ll probably fight his way through.” Susanna pushed two chips to Benson, shuffling the cards and shaking her head, “Just like he did with the Thunder.”

“That’s right.” April nodded in agreement.

Benson, beaming with joy after winning the money, said, "He's not the kind of guy who likes to make a big fuss."

We trust you more when it comes to scheming, Joyce.

Ed and Daniel never did that when they were little, and they certainly don't now.

Joyce also felt that her idea was a bit unrealistic; Daniel could never do seven or eight gang leaders in one day!

"Looks like Oliver's been hiding something pretty well. He must have at least twenty good helpers to pull this off." He tossed his cigarette butt into the ashtray, poured a glass of water over it, and chuckled, "Witchcraft?"

"A spell that can make someone disappear from a well-protected room... we'd better be careful."

April frowned and tapped the table, warning, "Maintain reverence, Joyce!"

A sense of awe must be maintained at all times.

There are too many mysterious things we can't explain. Who can guarantee that there's no witchcraft involved?

"Thank goodness you got Lily and the others to the city, otherwise, if some extraordinary person had appeared, they might have kidnapped them all!"

Benson suddenly stopped playing his card, pushed up his gold-rimmed round glasses, and said quietly, "I do hope there really is witchcraft, so that maybe we can chat with Henry, Melissa, and Luke again."

The reception room suddenly fell silent.

After a long while, only a heavy sigh was heard.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole

"What? The gang leaders we used to torture have all disappeared?" Oliver stood in a small, dimly lit room, the light casting a comical shadow on his astonished face.

The burly man, who had just returned from gathering information, sighed heavily, "Damn it, this is too weird!"

There were rumors that we had colluded with some of the gangs that ambushed us, but that's all bullshit!

We fought our way through our own strength.

After all, those gangs are just a motley crew. Before the country was completely in chaos and divided, they didn't even have enough guns and ammunition. Now that they have guns, they just fire wildly without any accuracy.

The rumor that someone deliberately let the water flow is utterly absurd.

Now it's gotten even worse! They're saying you assigned our men to disguise themselves as the Owen brothers and deliberately kidnap people to frame them!"

Oliver paced back and forth anxiously, his face contorted with grotesque, barely healing wounds.

"Slander! This is a blatant and outrageous slander! Who did this? What was their motive? And how did they do it?"

He had personally kidnapped gang leaders and knew how difficult it was.

If it weren't for his team of highly qualified police officers who had fought against gangs for years, and the various loopholes that his mob could exploit, Oliver himself wouldn't have been confident that he could have quietly taken down all the gang leaders.

Moreover, after being kidnapped once, those guys have learned their lesson. They all guard their territory strictly, and their residences are as easy to defend as fortresses.

Even if he were given dozens more skilled men, Oliver believed he couldn't possibly lead those jittery guys away from their territories without firing a shot or alerting anyone!

Who exactly did this?

What was the purpose of framing oneself?

Oliver rubbed his chin with his right hand, deep in thought.

Could it be Anderson?

No, no, no, he may look very powerful on the surface, but after losing many smuggling ships, his position has been threatened by Dom.

Otherwise, Anderson would not have used the promise of legal horse racing licenses as bait to lure the Irving family into being his pawns.

"Sir, there's a rumor that..." The fake policeman carefully chose his words, lowering his voice mysteriously, "that those people were taken away quietly using witchcraft!"

Oliver frowned slightly. "Witchcraft? Nonsense!"

“But sir, my brothers and I have discussed this in private for a long time. How could it be done without witchcraft?” the fake policeman said hesitantly. “What we are most worried about now is that the enemy has already launched an attack, but we don’t even know who our opponent is.”

They had no idea about his attack methods.

Everyone was very worried, if it was witchcraft...

Will guns and ammunition work?

To reassure the troops, Oliver patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go back and tell the brothers not to worry."

I'll figure out what's going on.

There was no terrible witchcraft involved; I suspect this matter is related to the Owen family.

Just look at how they became the biggest beneficiaries of this series of events!

We must learn to see beyond appearances to the essence.

The guy dressed up as the Owen brothers is definitely one of them!

The simplest way is to go find that horse.

A fine horse worth at least 1,500 pounds—finding it will tell us who it belongs to.

The fake policeman immediately realized what was happening and said with delight, "That's right!"

It's easy for a person to disguise themselves, but it's not so easy for a horse!

Sir, you are indeed experienced. I will have the men spread the word right away.

A chestnut-colored steed—that's the key to breaking through!

After he left in high spirits, Oliver went to the mirror and carefully examined the scar on his face under the dim light, muttering to himself, "Joyce, Daniel, which one of you could it be?"

When Ed finally emerged from the basement, beaming, and placed the illegible notebook and keys on April's desk, Joyce and his group had just taken over Cobb's territory and were preparing for a victory celebration.

"What's this?" April flipped through the densely filled ledger and asked with a smile, "Is this your secret stash of money?"

Ed grinned, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and said, "Your birthday present is an expansion of the Owen family's power!"

Joyce beamed with joy after reaping the rewards of their victory. "Ed, we're going to be very busy this week."

The gangs along the Sentis River are almost finished; we need to hurry and take them down.

After all, I have to go see Anderson this Saturday to talk about the smuggled boats.

That horse racing license isn't easy to get.

"Damn! What did I miss?" Ed was completely bewildered.

Joyce glanced meaningfully at his brother studying the map, took a drag of his cigarette, and chuckled, "A good show."

Take April to see the fruits of your labor, and let her tell you what's happened these past few days.

He then leaned closer to his brother and lowered his voice, saying, "Daniel, if I were you, I would hide that chestnut horse in the stable."

"Why would we hide a horse we bought legitimately?" Jiang Chen looked at him with a smile and replied in a similarly low voice, "Don't pay attention to those rumors."

The outcome is already decided; nothing those people say will make a difference.

Joyce held his cigarette and smoked for a while before suddenly realizing, "You're trying to lure the snake out of its hole?"

“Oliver will definitely try to find out about that chestnut horse; he will contact Bella.”

"His focus is not on cracking down on gangs, so he will most likely ignore those rumors."

Jiang Chen smiled smugly, picked up his wine glass and took a sip, "He naturally wouldn't pay attention to mere rumors."

But when unbelievable news is flying everywhere, mixed with information about conspiracies, witchcraft, and kidnapping, what do you think Oliver's men will think?

They don't have Oliver's iron will.

Without his help, what kind of trouble can an aging former chief inspector cause?

To stabilize morale, Oliver will definitely try to shift the blame onto us.

Since that's the case, let's give him a chance.

Let's play a big game of chess while we're at it.