Antonio, the underworld emperor of New York, flexed his influence, summoning gang leaders who rushed in with enthusiasm at his beckoning.

Yet, a twist of fate awaited them in Chinatown, they found themselves bound and gagged, stashed on the second floor of a roast goose shop. With each new arrival, Antonio’s anxiety mounted.

Seizing a lull between the latest arrivals and the previous group being whisked upstairs, Antonio couldn’t help but plead with Jagoan, “Mr. Jagoan… I’ve lured all these gang bosses to Syria. I’ve betrayed every New York gang boss. If they unite against me once we’re in Syria, I won’t make it out alive…”

Jagoan smiled and asked, “So, what’s your suggestion?”

Antonio swallowed and replied cautiously, “I’ve been quite cooperative, why not let me stay in New York and work for you and your strong associate…”

Jagoan retorted, “If you stay in New York, won’t you be worried about revenge seekers? You’ve conned all the gang bosses into heading to Syria. Do you think their families will let you off the hook?”

Antonio’s lips twitched as he tentatively asked, “Mr. Jagoan, why not allow me to return to Sicily…”

Jagoan patted his shoulder and stated calmly, “Alright, Antonio, stop dreaming. Sicilian compatriots are spread across Europe and the United States. None of them are venturing to Syria to make a name for themselves. In Syria, justice prevails, those who harm others face retribution and killers pay with their lives. Among those upstairs, if someone does try to kill you, my old friend Commander Hamid will ensure you get justice. New York is more forgiving, the body count you’ve left behind wouldn’t let you survive a week there.”

Desperation filled Antonio’s heart as Jagoan remained resolute, but Jagoan’s words did offer a modicum of comfort. It felt as if they were all incarcerated together, albeit with guards and wardens to deter reckless behavior. This time, however, he had truly offended the higher-ups. Even if he ever returned to New York, life wouldn’t be easy.

The kidnapping persisted until early morning.

The gang bosses, lured by the Burning Angel’s trick, were bound and silenced before they could grasp the full situation. They remained unaware of how their trusted Sicilian leader, Antonio Zano, had betrayed them, keeping them tied up on that dim second floor.

arrived, leaving Jordan to watch over them. Any

ruthless tactics these gangsters employed. Nevertheless, this method proved incredibly effective, none of the ruthless gang bosses dared to step

ten soldiers of the Dragon Temple soared into the skies, on a Concorde passenger plane, bound for

him to New York, Wesley hurried directly

respectfully inquired, “Mr. Jagoan, you

bunch. I can handle them on my own, but they won’t be convinced without someone of your stature, background and team to keep them

else you’d like to

is a genuine Sicilian, but with a limp. Inform Hamid that since Syria’s medical facilities are limited, there’s no need for elaborate treatment. Get him a

dead then and there. He never imagined his life

Jordan to ascend once more and bring Aman

Wesley upon seeing him. His shock was palpable. He couldn’t fathom how Jagoan had acted so swiftly. Just hours ago, Wesley had been continents away. It was astounding that

directed Jordan to remove the gag from

Aman hurriedly said, “Mr.

with the Dragon Temple? Well, the Jagoan of

Temple, is on the same side. If this person makes any disrespectful comments or slanders the Jagoan

Dragon Temple that bent the Jagoan

at Jagoan Mountain, he had been so arrogant, threatening to obliterate Jagoan’s parents. If

that day. Were it not for Jagoan’s intervention, he’d still be powerless. His journey from weakness to mastery in the dark realm was all thanks to Jagoan. He felt profound shame when recalling those

world, Jagoan insisted that the Jagoan family had depleted their wealth to secure the Dragon Temple’s support. Consequently, Wesley was apprehensive, wishing he

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