Chapter 1987

"W-What..."

Fredo was left stunned by the imposing sight before him-there were over hundred men-in-black who stood in formation with poise and vigor. And they were all clearly martial artists!

It was a scale of strength that would set them among the top factions in the east coast, and even the modest sects would not possess such might!

"I don't know what the commissioner offered that motivated Carlo Group into traveling all the way from the midlands to the east coast just to fuck with us... but a word of advice: it really doesn't matter who you are, you must know your place on the pecking order." With a firm clap on Fredo's shoulder, he strode toward the square in front of Zamri Hospital, where a Lanecorp company car was waiting by the curb.

"Mr. Lawrence."

A security officer from the Lanecorp Health and Safety Department opened the door for him respectfully.

Frank, however, did not get on.

you have a party to attend? I'd like to join in on the fun too. That's fine, right?" "W-What do

was only then that Fredo truly realized why the Zamri commissioner was so wary about Frank and was only sticking to indirect means to weaken Frank's influence on the

was clear that Frank's strength was not something

his command alone

"What do I want?"

people discuss how you're going

his glare was murderous, leaving

no idea what happened later, as he somehow ended up inside the car with

pudgy man with a mole on his face was in the main seat, chuckling as he clinked glasses with Carlo Barzini, who had a

face.

им

"You will now enjoy a

at the hotel just yesterday. Raising his glass and politely toasting everyone around the table, he said, "I'll be counting on

honor that you'd expand your business into

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