Chapter 0450

The man in question, Vicenzo Batson, was the Little Knife Society’s rudder in those troubled waters.

His name was a byword for cunning, his connections a web that spanned from the city’s elite to its

humble street sweepers. Even the fishmongers served as his eyes and ears, his network was as deep

as it was wide.

Ever since the Xanthos family challenged the New Chesire Group, he had been eyeing that shortcut,

corralling a crew to hijack New Chesire’s cargo ships, all to get in with the influential Xanthos family.

“Mister Batson!”

On the freighter next to the wharf, a businessman was bound hand and foot, his neck rigid, his

expression defiant. “You planning to off us?!

“It’s easy to take us out, but you better think about what comes next! Our boss Miss Chesire’s husband

is Mister Kane, the kingpin of Ol‘ Mare without a crown! If you kill us, Mister Kane will come after you,

and your whole Little Knife crew will go down with us!”

Vicenzo, belly bulging, chomped on his cigar and blasted a plume of smoke right in the businessman’s

face.

He knew exactly who that suit was.

A top dog at New Chesire Group, the guy in charge of logistics, Afred Sabine.

“Do you have a death wish threatening me like that, Mr. Sabine?” Vicenzo plucked the cigar from his

lips, standing tall on the dock’s edge.

Afred, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I gave New Chesire

ultimatum, and it’s been two with no peep from them. Their goods are still

market.

get what

written them off long ago, never planning to leave

to their

it really worth risking

neck rigid,

and staff from the three freighters

ship’s doctor…

+18 BONOS

Chesire banner.

their backs

virtue they

stubborn, aren’t you? Won’t admit it until you’re in deep

with a cigar clamped back between his lips, gave the employees a chilling

talk, boys, let’s

their hands and toss ‘em to the fish! And the

little welcome

motion, more than 50 of Vicenzo’s goons, each gripping a shiny alloy

deck, ready to pounce on Afred and his

Just then…

“Vicenzo, Mister Batson.”

cut through the harsh sea breeze, crystal clear

social butterfly, Vicenzo. I’m curious—will your so–called friends be there

frame shuddered, and he spun around on

Alexander!

them was rocking a

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