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.

He loomed over Afred, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I gave New Chesire Group a three -day ultimatum, and it’s been two with no peep from them. Their goods are still up north in the

market.

“You get what that means?”

Group had written them off long ago, never planning to leave the north,

to their fate.

worth risking your necks

there, his neck rigid, not uttering

and staff from the three freighters stood in solidarity–the captain, the first mate, the cook, the cleaners, and the ship’s doctor… Over 120 souls, all under the New

+18 BONOS

Chesire banner.

or not, they would not turn their backs on New Chesire and

virtue they

Won’t admit it until you’re in deep trouble!”

a cigar clamped back between his lips, gave the employees a chilling once–over before gesturing dismissively. “Enough talk,

cargo on these ships? It’s going straight to the Xanthos family–a little welcome present from

flurry of motion, more than 50 of Vicenzo’s goons, each gripping a shiny alloy dagger, sprang onto the

Just then…

“Vicenzo, Mister Batson.”

man’s voice cut through the harsh sea breeze, crystal clear and unexpected. “I hear you’re quite the social butterfly,

shuddered, and he spun

Alexander!

a laid–back suit with some snazzy sneakers.

a tough–looking dude with skin tanned to a deep

King of Ol‘

burly guy bringing up the rear

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