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?”

them off long ago, never planning to leave the north,

indifferent to their fate.

it really worth risking your necks for

rigid, not uttering a

freighters stood in solidarity–the captain, the first mate, the cook, the cleaners,

+18 BONOS

Chesire banner.

their

virtue they held dear.

aren’t you? Won’t admit it until you’re in deep

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

cargo on these ships? It’s going

shiny alloy dagger, sprang

Just then…

“Vicenzo, Mister Batson.”

through the harsh sea breeze, crystal clear and unexpected. “I hear you’re quite the social butterfly, Vicenzo. I’m curious—will your so–called friends be there

frame shuddered, and he spun

Alexander!

guy in front of them was rocking a laid–back

tough–looking dude with skin tanned to a deep brown. Word on the street was that

King of Ol‘ Mare, Alexander.

bringing up the rear

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