Wesley’s words struck fear into the hearts of the enraged gangsters, causing them to huddle together, trembling in terror. The scene resembled a group of Emperor penguins, clustered together for warmth in the bitter Antarctic winter winds.

Charlie couldn’t help but hide a secret grin as he observed their palpable fear. These gangsters, who once boasted of their fearlessness, now cowered like cornered animals.

Dealing with malevolent forces such as the United States required a ruthless approach. If they wielded a knife, you brandished a gun; if they raised a gun, you targeted their entire kin. Moralizing was futile, for the underworld seldom adhered to such principles. Morality was a stricter code of conduct than the law, while all illegal acts breached morality, not every moral breach was necessarily illegal.

Every ill-gotten penny the gangsters amassed was a product of their disregard for the law. If they held no reverence for the law, how could morality sway them?

Hence, the most effective method to confront such individuals was to be even more unyielding than they were. Yet, Charlie was aware that his intimidation alone wasn’t sufficient for these gang members.

To instill bone-chilling fear, he needed to first make them acutely aware of their own vulnerability and the unwavering determination to dismantle them. The initial investment in this endeavor was steep. Allocating so many resources to subdue a group of New York gangsters hardly seemed worthwhile.

So, Charlie summoned Wesley and instructed him to take a stern approach with these people. It was a necessary step. After all, when it came to the number of allies, who could rival the Dragon Temple? In terms of violence, these gangsters were outmatched.

Furthermore, they were no match for the Dragon Temple. The Dragon Temple had knowledge of their identities and could track them down anywhere, eliminating their entire families if they so wished. There was no escape.

On the contrary, what could these gangsters do if they were aware of the Dragon Temple’s base in Syria? They couldn’t simply confront Wesley, could they?

Wesley’s threatening words had indeed sent shivers down the spines of everyone present, but Charlie had no intention of letting them off easily. He aimed to establish absolute authority in their minds.

Charlie glanced around and turned to Wesley. “Wesley, from now on, document the identity details of these people and swiftly investigate their family connections. If they disobey, no family member should be spared.”

Wesley nodded in agreement. “I understand.”

Charlie gestured towards Jordan beside him. “Furthermore, if anything happens to Jordan, whether it’s a natural calamity or a man-made disaster, you must eliminate all of them, leaving no one alive.”

The audience couldn’t suppress their disdain and derision at this pronouncement, there was apparent resistance to the decision.

Observing this, Jagoan suggested, “Since we’re all involved in this discussion, let’s give them a chance to speak. Bring out whatever is gagging them, and let’s hear their thoughts.”

Wesley promptly moved forward with his men, removing the gags from the captives’ mouths.

If

agreement, voicing their dissent. “Exactly! This

“What’s this? Is the New York underworld a haven of fairness,

Syria and hand over 75% of our profits to the Chinese gang. Fine, we can do that, but

for his actions, is too

nodded, “You desire

“Yes, I want

are you rejecting my proposal and

without hesitation,

let’s be fair. Tell me your name and

himself, “I’m Todd. Todd Gilbert,

smiled and commented, “Desperados…

conduct a thorough investigation into his background. I want to know if

instantly horrified, but before he could protest, he

“Sir, this

he could utter the word ‘unjust’, he reconsidered and swallowed it. He knew that protesting at this point

his frustration, “If this is

seek fairness from me, then I

“Oh and if you discover that this individual has harmed innocent family members of others while dealing with enemies and rivals, treat him the same way. If he killed someone’s wife, we kill his wife,

Jagoan. My subordinates

face turned ashen, and visible tremors

out, “Sir, this scoundrel kidnapped a friend’s son years ago to steal his merchandise. The friend complied

Are you the boss or the second-in-command

replied, “I’m

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