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And then, when John paused for a breath, he’d taunted, “Where’s your daddy? Huh? Bet he’s hidin out with Osama right now. Suckin him off. Bein a good little Taliban whore. That it? That what your daddy’s doin?” Pital wheezed, spat, then sneered, “If he is . . . then I pray to Allah that he’s the one who killed your inbred, no good fucking white trash . . . ” John swore. Metal cracked against bone, and Daniel Pital stopped speaking, forever. Connor coughed, clearing his throat. “What now?”

"President Cohen, take care of Brother Big Ken. Leave the rest to me!" As Jiang Peng spoke, he took out a double-section stick from his back waist and pounced on the only killer who could still stand, which was the fat man. He shouted, "F*ck you, how dare you come here and behave atrociously? Take a blow from grandpa!"

I had to be truthful with him. "You can and you will," He spoke with finality in his tone. Pete took an apple and did as his boss ordered; he put it on the man's head. I sighed and threw my head back for a while before deciding to cork the gun and aunt again.

I said, my hands steady on the wheel. "I’m thinking about the last time I was here," Julian replied, his voice devoid of emotion. "It was my father's birthday. Leo and Marcus stood right there on Pier 47 and promised him they would keep the family legacy alive. They were toasted with champagne. Tonight, I’m going to toast them in gasoline."

Papa please I know what am doing ,am just doing my job as a lawyer would" "Come on you are not yet a lawyer and this is a murder case" papa said "Papa someone was killed I can't just watch after someone else for framed for it" I replied He sigh "ok,you have to come back home when the murder is caught' I smiled "of course papa trust me" he sigh "ok princess gotta go got a business plan " he said and wave good-bye My phone rang and it turn out to Derek,I debate whether or not to pick it,but I pick it anyway

The revelation sent shockwaves through the foundation of the mafia family, challenging the very essence of loyalty and kinship. "I watched him manipulate and destroy lives, including our own," John continued, his hands trembling. "I wanted to break free from his control, to end the torment. But now, all I feel is the burden of my own actions.But I am proud that you are not different ... .you are going to kill me like I did with Giovanni, my rascal father."saying this John laughed a loud Falcone, known for his stoicism, demanded an explanation. "What drove you to such extremes, John? Killing your own father—what kind of justice did you seek?"

“Remember the bastard Pete Peters that was my partner a few years ago, bastard was against using the company to clean the drug money, he was such a pussy I couldn’t have it. Sent him to jail for a few years to shut him up” “Oh that guy, I remember him. You killed him, didn’t you?” My father nodded, taking his glass of sipping whiskey to his mouth and took a sip “Well that happened, but that’s not it, my son is in love with his daughter. Stupid karma had to think of the most stupid way to bite me in the ass” Venzo laughed, sipping his own drink. I couldn’t exactly see their expressions as they were backing me but I was more concentrated on their conversation than what they looked like.

All the core executives were shocked. Immediately afterwards, numerous flabbergasted gazes fixed on Catie. Their eyes were filled with hatred and overflowing hatred. Zeus could be said to be their master. It was impossible for them to have their current status without Zeus. Whoever killed Zeus would become their enemy. Catie sneered and said, "The person who killed my father is Yang Xiao. Where is Uncle Tomger?" "Hurry up and invite Abritt, the retired God of War in Europe!" "Tell him I gave him five votes and asked him to kill two people!"

Confused, I responded, "So, you are HexPhantom, and he's the son of a mafia boss?" John clarified, "To be precise, the son of Mr. Dominique's partner in the underworld. My father, Salvatore Moretti, used to be Mr. Dominique's subordinate, but when he quit, my father took over the organization and trained me to succeed him. Furthermore, we own a substantial amount of A.D. Corp. stock." After John's revelation, there was a moment of silence as we all tried to process what had just been said. I looked at Carlo, who seemed to be lost in thought, and then at John, whose smug expression had not left his face.

A deep voice asked gruffly. Ignoring the apparent irritation in the man's voice on the other end, Jason said, “I hired a few thugs from the black serpent gang to do a little job for me and they have left too many crumbs behind that could lead to me and they have become a liability to my reputation. Kill them all. I need no witness of the truth alive.” “Anything else?” “No. For now, I must keep in the shadows and see what happens.” “Copy, boss.” After the call ended, Jason sighed, and his heart jumped in his chest when he heard Sophia's voice, “Dad is finally dead? You killed him.”