Then, he went to look for his boss.

In a room of an underground gambling den in North Cansington, Dylan bowed and spoke respectfully, “Bryson, this is a great opportunity to make money. I found out that the guy who beat my men up is called James. He’s from Cansington and is here to celebrate the birthday of a Hill. The Hills have assets totaling a few billion.”

A forty-year-old-looking man sat on the sofa.

His name was Bryson Caiazzo.

He owned a few bars, KTV, and gambling dens. He was also a loan shark.

“Have you looked into the Hills?” Bryson asked disinterestedly.

He had climbed his way up the social ladder by proceeding with the utmost caution. He would not target those he could not. However, he would utterly ruin those he could.

“I have. The patriarch of the family’s a retired veteran. There are also a few government officials among the younger generation. But, since they’ve injured our men, they’ll have to pay compensation. So what if they’re officials? Will they be