Chapter 292

“Why didn’t Dover come today?”

Karles Gregg was a little strange. He knew the man with the center part, the guy who often appeared by Paul’s side. Dover said this was one of his many uncles.

But his tone lacked reverence.

If you expect a young person to be in awe of an old man, then this old man must be able to decide some of the young person’s fate in some aspect.

For example, if the old man holds wealth, holds power, and can influence the young person, only then will the young person be in awe of the old man.

This is like half-grown children, their reverence for their parents, besides being afraid of being beaten, is more importantly that they need to rely on their parents to survive.

The man with the center part was not like Paul, who held great power. Although he also had a high status in the family, Dover did not think he could control him.

Consequently, this also made Karles feel that the man with the center part might just be a butler-like figure.

And he was Dover’s friend.

Of course, Karles would still respect this man with the center part. After all, the other party was Dover’s uncle and Paul’s brother.

The man with the center part, with a smile, showed no trace of anger. He sat with his legs crossed, his hands on his knees, “Dover has run off to play somewhere.”

“I have to say, Karles, you two did something not very smart together.”

Karles, sitting behind the desk, asked a little cautiously, “What do you mean by ‘not very smart’?”

“Attacking Lance’s convoy.”

Hearing this, Karles was not so nervous anymore. He even showed a smile, “Sir, you may not know, we were only a little bit away, just that little bit away from getting him.”

“If we do it again, I guarantee he absolutely cannot leave that street alive!”

“They were shameless, modifying their vehicles, but this also gave us an idea.”

He talked about some of his experiences from attacking Lance this time, including the modification of the vehicles, which was a very important modification.

It wasn’t just him. It was estimated that many people were now starting to modify their own vehicles, to make their cars stronger and less likely to be riddled with bullets.

He had witnessed the fierce resistance of the Lance Family, but he had also thought of a way to deal with it, “Next time I will bring explosives. I guarantee that this time I can send them all to heaven!”

He thought the man with the center part had come to question him about why he hadn’t succeeded. He had to make up for it.

The man with the center part shook his head, “But they left alive this time.”

For the man with the center part, this was not a matter of next time or not next time. Lance was still alive, which meant this was the biggest failure.

He didn’t know Lance, had only heard of him. He had no friendship with Lance, nor was he interested in him.

But he knew one thing: if Lance had died then, there wouldn’t be so many things now.

But Lance did not die, so…

“Mr. Paul has some friendship with Lance. This will make things very difficult for Mr. Paul. He doesn’t want others to know that this was done by you and Dover. Can you understand what I mean?”

“So if you’ve told anyone else, you’d better recall that person’s name, then find him, send him away, and let him hide somewhere else.”

“When this is over, let him come back.”

“Think carefully, does anyone else know that this was your and Dover’s decision?”

Listening to the man with the center part’s words, Karles fell into a more detailed recollection. He recalled everything that had happened that day, and finally shook his head, “Only I know about this.”

“What I told them was that the reason for this action was because we wanted to invade the Empire District.”

The underground war in the city center was very fierce now. The Bear Gang was seizing the core position of the city center and was at war with the Keane family, one of the Five Families.

No matter who won or lost, the city center would definitely not be a good territory in the future. It was reasonable for Karles to want to leave here. This explanation was plausible, and at the same time, this was also his true thought.

If Lance had really died, he should be leading his men to attack the Lance Family’s territory in the Empire District now. It was a pity that Lance did not die, really a pity!

He was a little emotional, but what he didn’t know was that the man with the center part had let out a slight sigh of relief.

Since no one else knew about this matter, then the task that Paul had entrusted to him was basically half completed.

The man with the center part recalled the intelligence he had received from the family about Karles, “I heard you and Dover collaborated on selling some drugs abroad?”

Karles didn’t know why the man with the center part was asking this, but he still nodded, “Yes, the special medicines of the Federation sell well all over the world. No matter what it is, it can be sold at a good price.”

“Especially over in Sarianna, their price is several times or even dozens of times the equivalent weight in gold!”

Sarianna was another continent. The science and technology on this land were relatively backward, but the rulers were very rich.

They feared death and longed to have healthier and longer-lived bodies.

The medicines from the Federation were very popular there. The kings and emperors of some forces, they would sit on high thrones and have merchants with special medicines place their drugs on a scale pan.

Then after discussing the price, they would adjust the ratio, and then place large chunks of gold on the other scale pan until they balanced!

Karles wanted to make this business bigger. If this business could be done well, it would be more profitable than selling liquor!

The purpose of him saying this was also to hope that through the man with the center part, he could get more special medicines from the Pasoretto family.

The amount of medicine Dover could give him each time was only a small amount, two or three boxes, seven or eight boxes, a dozen or so boxes was the limit.

But even with so little, it still made him a lot of money.

At this time, his breathing became rapid. If he could get more special medicines, he could obtain a huge amount of wealth in a very short time, as well as the friendship of the rulers of those backward regions!

People who have not been to those backward countries will never know what privilege means in those countries!

The friendship of helping the rulers maintain their health was enough to make him one of the few second only to the ruler group!

The smile on the man with the center part’s face became more obvious. He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and motioned for him to come over, “Take a look and see which of these you can use.”

Karles was overjoyed upon hearing this. He quickly walked around the desk, bent over slightly, and reached out to take the list from the man with the center part’s hand, “Let me have a good look.”

The list enumerated many special medicines, as well as their prices.

Seeing those low purchase prices, and comparing them with the prices of more than ten times the equivalent weight in gold in those remote areas in his mind, and even more, Karles’s Adam’s apple slid up and down several times.

Just as he was fully focused on thinking about which goods to take, he subconsciously looked up at the man with the center part, but was then stunned.

Because the smile on the man with the center part’s face was gone, only a cold expression, and he was looking at her with an even colder gaze!

Just as he didn’t understand why the man with the center part had such an expression, he suddenly felt something flash before his eyes, as if something had sunk in front of him, and then he grabbed his neck with both hands.

It was a garrote!

The huge force seemed to want to strangle the thin rope into his neck. His entire face turned red in an instant!

The person behind him tightened the rope with both hands, turned his back to him, and then carried Karles on his back like a sack!

He struggled in the air, kicking his legs vigorously, trying to elbow the person behind him with his elbows, but although he could hit, it was not the elbow, but the upper arm part, and could not cause any substantial harm to the person behind him!

The ever-tightening garrote had already been deeply embedded in his flesh and blood. He gave up attacking the person behind him and instead tried to pull the garrote open a little gap so that he could breathe a breath of air!

The man with the center part calmly watched him with a coffee cup, his expression so calm that it was unsettling.

The more he struggled, the faster he died. His face had already started to turn purple, which indicated that the death knell for him had entered the countdown.

Before long, after a few violent but unsuccessful struggles, his hands naturally drooped down. His entire face was bluish-purple, and his eyeballs were bulging out as if they were about to pop out!

After another ten seconds, he was finally put down. The garrote had already eaten into his flesh and blood. The moment the garrote was taken off, a circle of skin and flesh on his neck had already split open.

The person helped him back to his chair and arranged his posture. The man with the center part drank the little coffee left in his cup, then stood up and walked to the door.

He picked up his fedora, swept off some possible ash on his body with the brim, and then put it on his head.

Taking one last look at Karles, he left the club with his men.

In fact, he knew that if Lance really wanted to find the truth, just killing one Karles would not stop Lance.

The best way was actually to hand over Dover, but he felt that was unlikely.

With Paul’s gratitude for Dover’s father, it was impossible for him to hand over Dover.

Dover’s father had died for him. If he still did this, he would disappoint many people, although everyone didn’t quite like his arrangement for Dover.

The two walked through the club to the outside of the building. The night wind also carried the restlessness of summer and was no longer so cool.

Standing on the steps and looking at the prosperous city center, the man with the center part’s heart felt as if it were shrouded in a layer of haze.

As they were going down the steps, they happened to see a dozen cars suddenly stop at the bottom of the steps. The people behind the man with the center part directly blocked his path, looking at these people with vigilance.

When the man with the center part’s gaze fell on Lance’s face, he pushed aside the person in front of him with his hand, said softly “it’s okay,” and then continued to walk down.

At this time, some of the Segon people who were maintaining order outside the club had already noticed that something was wrong. They turned and ran back into the club. Amidst the screams of some passersby, Lance and his men chased after them with weapons.

During this process, he caught a glimpse of the man with the center part who was already standing by the side of the stairs. The other party stood there, grabbed his hat with his hand, and nodded and smiled at him in greeting.

Lance gave Morris a signal. The gazes of both of them were fixed on the man with the center part, then Morris shook his head.

This person was not Karles.

After Lance nodded slightly in greeting, he caught up with the crowd again and rushed up.

The man with the center part was actually not as calm as he appeared on the surface. He had also let out a heavy sigh of relief just now. If they had come a little later…

The consequences would have been unimaginable!

But fortunately, they came faster, more timely. Hopefully, the already finished Karles could give Lance a surprise!

He got down the steps and into the car, patted the driver’s seat, and the car quickly merged into the night and disappeared.

The moment his car disappeared into the night, intense gunfire rang out!

More than ten minutes later, Lance kicked open the door of the manager’s office on the third floor of the club and saw Karles, who had been dead for a while, sitting on a chair with his head tilted back.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Lance wiped the bloodstains on his face and walked to the desk to feel his neck. It was completely cold.

Elvin was also a little incredulous. How could Karles be dead before they even made a move?

“Go grab someone,” Lance said.

Before long, a Segon man was dragged in by his hair. Lance had him stand in front of Karles and pointed at Karles, asking, “Who is this?”

The man had a dejected look on his face, and also one of disbelief. His gaze was fixed on Karles’s bluish-purple face, and he said in disbelief, “You killed Karles…”

Lance raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet blew off the back of his skull and went into the floor. He kept a look of surprise on his face even in death.

Hiram walked to Karles’s body and checked his wound, “He was strangled to death.”

This sentence made some people laugh, and someone even said jokingly, “I really couldn’t tell if you didn’t say so!”

“He was silenced,” Lance put away his weapon. “Let’s go first. The police are coming soon.”

The group quickly left the club. In terms of purpose, they had completed half of it. Karles was dead.

But no one felt happy because it wasn’t them who had killed Karles, and his death was because someone wanted him to keep a secret, not to vent Lance’s anger!

The police cars soon surrounded the club, but besides the shell casings and dead bodies on the ground, there was nothing else of value.

The newly appointed precinct chief of the city center precinct strode to the manager’s office and saw at a glance the corpse that had fallen backwards on the ground with its head blown open.

And Karles, sitting in a chair with his head tilted, was “looking” at him.

He had actually been here several times before. Everything here was very familiar to him. He came to Karles’s side, his face not looking good as he observed, confirming that Karles was also dead.

The police officers seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. This might be the best result.

Scum fighting scum, and then a bunch of scum died.

This was also one of the reasons why the police were very slow to respond in this period. On one hand, they needed to mobilize police force to deal with the firefight.

On the other hand, it was also hoping that these two sides in the firefight would die a little more, preferably until only one person was left, and then they would come out to clean up the mess.

In fact, who did this case, maybe not all the police officers knew, but the middle and high levels were very clear.

They had just attacked Lance’s convoy and were immediately retaliated against. To say that this matter had nothing to do with Lance, no one would believe it!

On the way back, the more Lance thought about it, the more he felt that the person who had greeted him on the stairs was not right.

But the sky was too dark at that time, and he didn’t see that person’s face completely, just a vague, general impression.

Relying on a vague impression to find a person in Golden Port would probably be too difficult!

Although Karles was dead, Lance was not happy at all.

What made him even more unhappy was what happened the next morning. The entire Golden Port was publicizing that Lance had killed Karles again.

They even gave Lance a nickname—”Boss Killer,” to mock the fact that three gang leaders had already fallen at his hands.

Alberto also called early in the morning to ask about what had happened last night.

“When I entered the office, Karles had been dead for a while. It was obvious someone had killed him to silence him. Do you understand what I mean?”

Originally, the purpose of Alberto making this call was to probe Lance’s tone, to see if he had gotten any intelligence from Karles.

But he didn’t expect that Lance seemed to have gotten nothing, yet he had also gotten what he wanted.

When he began to suspect that someone in the Pasoretto family had sold out his information, and was not so sure.

The fact that Karles was silenced meant that his guess was confirmed.

This also made Alberto feel a bit tricky. He opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something, but didn’t know where to start.

Always being silent was not a good way. He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of something, “Last time, didn’t you ask me to find out when Luigi was going to deliver the goods?”

“Recently, the Bear Gang ordered a large batch of liquor from them, at least two transport ships’ worth, which should arrive around the eighth or ninth.”

Alberto avoided the previous question and context, which actually made Lance breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Alberto had helped him a lot. If they fell out over this matter, it was not what he wanted to see.

But he believed that whether it was Alberto or himself, in the end, they could not avoid this matter. They had to face it.

At this time, Lance had not yet figured out what to do. He first thanked Alberto, and after thinking for a while, he said softly, “I want to meet with Paul. You arrange it for me.”

Alberto thought for a long time before answering him with an “uh-huh,” “I’ll let you know when there’s news.”

“Okay… thanks for the news.”

After speaking, the two hung up the phone. Alberto hesitated for a long time, but still picked up the phone and dialed Paul’s number.

Today, Paul’s mood seemed a little better than the previous two days. At least he didn’t hang up the phone impatiently.

“Lance said he wants to meet with you. He probably knows it was our people who did it. Last night he found Karles, but he was silenced a step ahead. He has increased his suspicion of the family, Paul.”

Paul also had a headache. He thought for a while and then told Alberto, “In your bar…”

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