Chapter 0437

Ray and Alexander would never spare the thugs, who all ran and screamed for dear life.

Ray, like a mad lion, pounced on them and knocked out all four punks one by one.

“You…”

Tom struggled to his feet, then rushed over to help up his blind partner. He looked at Alexander, who was beside him, and then at the two urns not far away.

He froze. It felt as if lightning had struck him.

The surface of the urns was covered with a curtain, so he could not see the black and white photos of Ciro and Cian on the urns. However, just by looking at the urns, he could guess what was under the curtain.

He knew both Ciro and Cian, his dearest sons, were dead.

In the courtyard, the four punks had their limbs broken by Ray and were dropped next to Big Bob’s body.

“I’m sorry.”

Alexander bowed slowly, picked up the urns from the ground, and apologized to Tom. He handed the two urns to Tom, his voice solemn and mournful. “Mr. and Mrs. Carey, Ciro and Cian are good

men. I…”

to express his sorrow for their loss.

back his cries. He put a trembling finger to his lips and turned his head to look at

were dead. Tom thought he could keep it a secret from her and let her think that her sons were alive and well out there, even if it meant that she would never see them again.

found a very

Tom’s thoughts. He gently put the urns aside, stepped forward to support the old lady’s arm, and said softly, “Missus Carey, Ciro and Cian had

to worry. Every month, they’ll send regular money to you both so that you can

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going abroad to start a good life. She stroked Alexander’s arm. “Young man, are you a

his heart

vowed to take good care of Ciro and Cian’s parents so that the two sacrificed men could rest in

an hour

his two sons with tears running down his cheeks but never let out an audible cry. He had decided to spare his wife’s

to Ray, and they bowed to the old

were tied up by Ray

hell

corners of their mouths had dried up. Their fear had turned to anger, and they hissed at Alexander and Ray, “You’ll pay for killing Big Bob! You’ll get the death sentence when you go to

the air as he struck the left side of this punk’s face so hard that his cheekbone shattered and

something to say?”

the other three punks with a straight face ominously. No one dared to look the Lord of War in the eye. He

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