After speaking, Sam couldn’t help but feel guilty as he shouldered all the blame, saying, “I know Mr. Gilliam has been good to me, treating me like his own son.”
“But I haven’t been here for long, my foundation is too shallow, it’s really improper to entrust such a heavy responsibility to me. So Mr. Gilliam, you should take back my position as the hall master.”
Gang of Tigers is the largest local gang, casting a shadow over both the underworld and the legitimate world, with immense influence spanning across several countries.
In this area where the law cannot reach, they are the most powerful local leaders.
Yet, for such a big Gang of Tigers, no one knows who their leader is.
The outside media only knows he is a refined person who enjoys calligraphy and painting.
Under Gang of Tigers, there are three halls: the Crow Hall, responsible for drug procurement, daily expenses, and a series of logistical matters.
And the hall master is the newcomer, Sam.
The previous hall master of the Crow Hall died in an ambush by enemies, leaving the position vacant.
This is indeed a lucrative position, causing members of the gang to fight bloody battles, only to be led by a young man who suddenly appeared.
The main core is the Cloud Hall.
The Cloud Hall is mainly responsible for trading goods, managing various venues… with the greatest power, naturally involving the most interests.
Previously, the Cloud Hall was personally managed by Mr. Gilliam. As his health declined in recent years, he gradually delegated his powers.
The lady of the Gilliam family is in charge, with Blaine as her assistant, plus an “advisor” Mr. Ruiz, the Cloud Hall also stands in a three-way balance.
Lastly, there is the Raven Hall.
The “raven” is rumored to represent “death.” The Raven Hall, as the name implies, is responsible for relaying messages and organizing contacts.
Among the three halls, the Raven Hall has the smallest number of people and the most secretive movements.
But the task is crucial.
The main rulers of the three halls will meet at the designated time, and those qualified to be hall masters are either Declan’s blood relatives or those he trusts deeply.
Sam is undoubtedly the youngest and least experienced among them, inevitably facing the challenge of gaining acceptance from his subordinates.
But Mr. Gilliam’s decision is final and will not change.
“Sam, apart from the relationship between me and your father, I also have great confidence in your ability to handle things. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have entrusted the Crow Hall to you.”
“Since taking office, you have not disappointed me. Your courage, attention to detail, decisiveness, and efficiency make you a rare talent. Even if I didn’t know your father, your abilities alone are enough for me to entrust you with such an important task.”
“Most importantly… in this vast Gang of Tigers, only you and I are alike. So Mr. Gilliam is very reassured to hand over the Crow Hall to you. As for others… I’m still not at ease.”
“This…”
After saying so much, only one sentence moved Sam, and that was – “You and I are alike.”
Sam slightly lowered his head, allowing the scattered hair in front of his forehead to conceal his hidden thoughts. His lips curved into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile.
Raising his head again, his eyes were gentle, clear as water.
“Since Mr. Gilliam has spoken, I have no choice but to continue serving as the head of the Cloud Hall.”
He was willing to stay, Declan drank a gulp of red wine happily, “Don’t worry, gold will always shine. Your efforts are not in vain. In the future, you will surely benefit from it.”
“Let’s continue talking about Blaine’s matter now. You mentioned he led people to break into your home to kill you. Is that… true or false? Where is he now?”
Sam sincerely answered, “Mr. Gilliam, I dare not lie. I have brought both evidence and physical evidence. You can take a look.”
After that, he suddenly clapped his hands and ordered the people waiting outside, “Bring it in.”
In no time, a young man with blonde hair and wearing a floral shirt, who was beaten to a pulp, was escorted in by two black-clad bodyguards.
Declan remembered this kid, one of Blaine’s henchmen who had been with him for many years and was considered loyal.
Simultaneously, there was also a wooden box.
Sam signaled the two bodyguards to open the box, revealing not something, but a safe.
“This?”
“Mr. Gilliam, this safe was also found by me in Blaine’s house. I saw him determined to protect it, thinking there must be some secrets inside.”
“But unlocking the safe requires a password, and I didn’t dare to tamper with it. So I brought the safe over as it is.”
Advanced safes have an anti-theft system.
If the wrong password is entered, it might explode on the spot.
Of course… with Sam’s intelligence, a small safe can’t stump him.
The reason for going through all this trouble was that he had to let Declan “personally” deal with Blaine.
Indeed, Mr. Gilliam’s interest in the safe Sam brought was far greater than in the blonde youth. He got up from the sofa, walked over.
“You hesitate to touch this safe because you don’t understand Blaine. I have been friends with him for many years, and I know him best.”
“He is uncultured and lazy to use his brain, relying solely on brute force… Overconfidence leads him to not bother much with passwords.”
As he spoke, Declan tried to rotate the combination lock on the safe, matching the numbers one by one.
“123456…”
A password that even a child could think of, yet no one expected Blaine to use it.
Everyone’s gaze involuntarily converged on the silver-white safe, half a foot tall and a meter wide.
The onlookers thought: Could it really be this simple! Is the password really that simple?
The next moment, a regular, icy electronic sound rang out in the hall, seemingly reminding them that it is just that simple!
The safe was opened.
Sam had long guessed what was inside, so even when the safe was opened, he didn’t rush to see what was inside.
However, the gentle smile on his lips seemed to mock Blaine’s lack of intelligence no matter how you looked at it.
When Declan clearly saw what was hidden in the box, his face quickly turned sullen, veins bulging around his eyes in disbelief.
“Alright, he truly had deceitful intentions toward me all along!”
The box was divided into two layers, the first layer containing dozens of gold bricks, each weighing at least a pound.
The second layer contained some documents.
Upon inspection, Declan saw land deeds, proof of foreign property purchases, and a Citibank savings passbook with a balance in the high nine digits.
Excluding fixed assets, the money in the bank alone amounted to one billion US dollars!