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 Charlie, “Mr. Wade… 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…”

Charlie 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…”

Charlie 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. Wade, why not allow me to return to Sicily…”

Charlie 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 Charlie remained resolute, but Charlie’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.

Jagoan didn’t waste words, he secured them as they arrived, leaving Jordan to watch over them. Any signs of resistance, movement, or indiscreet noises were met with boiling water pouring over their laps.

While it might sound brutal, it paled in comparison to the ruthless tactics these gangsters employed. Nevertheless, this method proved incredibly effective, none of the ruthless gang bosses dared to step out of line in front of the steaming pot.

of the Dragon Temple soared into the skies, on a Concorde passenger

him to New York, Wesley hurried directly to

respectfully inquired, “Mr. Jagoan, you urgently summoned your subordinate. What

upstairs. You’ll have to greet them one by one shortly. They’re a headstrong bunch. I can handle them on my own, but they won’t be convinced

States by boat,

Jagoan. Anything else you’d like to convey to your

Antonio 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 crutch from a carpenter, after all, Hamid’s building fortifications and

then and there. He never imagined his life would come to this

Jordan to ascend once

couldn’t fathom how Jagoan had acted so swiftly. Just hours

directed Jordan to remove the gag from Aman’s

tone, Aman hurriedly said, “Mr. Jagoan… Do you have any instructions

spoke composedly, “Aren’t you always curious about my ties with the Dragon Temple? Well, the Jagoan of the Dragon Temple is here now, let him talk to

a stern expression. He feared Aman might utter something treasonous, so he promptly stated, “Mr. Jagoan, everyone, including members of the Dragon Temple, is on

the Dragon Temple that bent the Jagoan Family to their will, but Jagoan who had conquered

experienced a wave of dread. Back at Jagoan Mountain, he had been so arrogant, threatening to obliterate Jagoan’s parents. If it hadn’t been for Jagoan’s benevolence, his parents might have faced dire

his own meridians 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

depleted their wealth to secure the Dragon Temple’s support.

panic. He hurriedly apologized,

to be so frightened. I told you, I’m not cut from the same

whether he was bound for Syria or Afghanistan, as

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