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"Sit." The chief of the Golden Port City Police Department motioned for Officer Lukar to sit down. The latter walked to the opposite side of the desk, pulled out a chair, and sat down. The chief's office had no sofa, no bar, just a simple office. He appeared to be around sixty years old and had been in this position for over ten years. Starting as a patrol officer and working his way up to Chief of the City Police Department, he was considered a legend in the Golden Port police force. The old chief's…-
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Advanced chapter at Patreon.com/caleredhair Wailing police cars were not a common sight on the streets of Xilin District. This area was almost exclusively inhabited by the elderly; they weren't wealthy, had nothing worth stealing, and certainly nothing worth robbing. Moreover, this was a typical residential area. Although there were also shops on the streets, if you demanded too much money from them, say, over twenty dollars, they might choose to close their shops and move elsewhere. For the elderly in…
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Alberto looked at Lance, wondering if he understood what he had just said. "You're saying the film industry can help us?" Lance nodded. "I believe you have a lot of money that needs to go into banks." Alberto certainly wouldn't deny this, as Lance himself had over 400,000 that needed to be deposited, but it ultimately wasn't, because the money couldn't withstand scrutiny. In fact, he could totally deposit this money in the bank. Banks don't care if the money you bring to the counter is ill-gotten gains…
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For Advanced chapter you can subscribe to my Patreon.com/caleredhair. Heller stood on the upper floor of the Empire Night nightclub. Through the window, he could see several groups of police officers on the street below. Some of these police officers were still questioning his men. It wasn't just here; some other high-ranking executives were also being watched by the police because of the damn shootout last night. Will was dead. Actually, he didn't care much about who lived or died. When the Camilla…
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advanced chapter at patreon.com/caleredhair Watching his men begin to unload the cargo, Polly's face brightened with a smile. He walked over to a box of liquor, opened it, and took out a bottle. "Brandy?" He glanced at Jimmy, who was directing the unloading, and Jimmy nodded. "It's all brandy and wine, with some whiskey, but not much." Polly's brow furrowed slightly. Brandy and wine were more favored in the mid-to-high-end consumer market, but his bars didn't cater to such high-end clientele. In other…
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This wasn't the first time Lance and the others had seen Golden Port City at past four in the morning. They had seen it before, even when they first arrived in the Federation. But now, everyone's mood was completely different from when they first arrived. When they first arrived, they were lost and helpless, not knowing what to do or how to survive. But now, they had found their direction, and a happy life was beckoning to them not far away. Some were smoking and enjoying the breeze, while others were…
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In the luxurious living room, Will rose under the gaze of everyone, walked to the wall, picked up a travel bag, went to the coffee table, and unzipped it. He lifted it forcefully and shook it upside down. Rolls of banknotes tied with rubber bands immediately poured out, landing on the coffee table, with some rolling onto the floor. Everyone's breathing became slightly rapid, and their heartbeats fluttered with the scattering banknotes. What was the purpose of being in a gang? Not being bullied, living a…
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Car doors not specially modified are not bulletproof, so when the firepower is concentrated, hiding in the car is equivalent to lying in a coffin in advance. No one knew which car Will was in, but whoever dared to lift their head, they would focus fire on that car. From the moment Lance got back into the car and floored the accelerator until now, at most three or four minutes have passed, maybe five minutes, but possibly less. The smell of gunpowder after firing was intoxicating; some people liked this…
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Officer Lukar's "startling the snake" tactic worked very well. The next day, Lance arranged several groups of people to search for Will's whereabouts everywhere. For immigrants in the Imperial District, Lance might still be an unremarkable young man known only to a few. But Will was definitely a very famous person; people loathed him, hated him, and feared him. No one wanted to be provoked by these people, so they firmly remembered the Camille gang's executives. However, there was no significant gain…
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The lights came on. Will touched his burning cheek; there were still specks of blood on his fingers. He lifted his head, his eyes cold, looking at the bewildered middle-aged man and the whip in his hand. A more tyrannical emotion than the destructive desire in the middle-aged man's heart began to rage! It was a very special whip, made of tough cowhide straps— In some leather shops, they would tan some particularly hard cowhide. Some of this cowhide was used for the base or support surface of leather…
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