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…”

intended to express his sorrow for their

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

was blind, so she could not see her sons‘ urns and had no idea they 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

a very good

and said softly, “Missus Carey, Ciro

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

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are you a friend of theirs? Did you just beat

his heart slowly

rest in peace in heaven.

half an hour later…

sons with tears running down his cheeks but never let out an audible cry. He had decided to spare his wife’s heart and lied about the news of

old man before leaving the

corpse had stiffened. The four punks with twisted arms and legs were tied up by Ray and thrown next to the body, the crotches of their pants stained with

hell are

blood at the 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 jail, you—”

inner power whistling in the air as he struck the left side of this punk’s face so hard that his cheekbone shattered and collapsed. The

has something to

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

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