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.

over Afred, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

and it’s been two with no peep from them. Their goods

market.

what that

Chesire Group had written them off long ago,

to

risking your necks

neck

staff from the three freighters stood

the cook, the cleaners, and the ship’s

+18 BONOS

Chesire banner.

would not turn their backs on New

the virtue they held

folks are stubborn, aren’t you? Won’t admit it until you’re

his lips, gave the employees a

boys, let’s get down

their hands and toss ‘em to the fish! And the cargo on these ships?

little welcome

50 of Vicenzo’s goons, each gripping a shiny alloy dagger, sprang

ready to pounce on Afred and his

Just then…

“Vicenzo, Mister Batson.”

cut through the harsh sea breeze, crystal clear and unexpected.

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

and he spun

Alexander!

was rocking a laid–back suit with some snazzy sneakers. Trailing

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