“Sir, the matter has been resolved. The killers were from the Roach family, three of them. According to the Temple’s ranking, they are B-level assassins.”
Upon returning, Jeff Reczek pretended to chat casually with Robin, as he reported the situation.
“B-level assassins, and three of them. It seems that this Roach family of St. Sunday really has something. No wonder they can sit in the position of the first family. However, they are playing a short-lived game.”
Robin shook his head while eating.
If it were any other time, surrender could have been an option. But now, unfortunately, St. Sunday is already the prey of Kisia’s first war god. Anyone who surrenders to the enemy is a traitor. Kill! Kill without mercy. Born in Kisia, one must honor the soul of Kisia. This soul cannot be shaken!
“What are you guys talking about, three what?”
From the other side, Rosey Chambers, who had only heard half of the conversation, asked in a daze.
“Three people, our good friends. We just sent them away,” Robin said.
“Oh.”
Rosey Chambers obediently responded, and then started eating, behaving like a well-behaved child.
While they ate, they looked like a family, harmonious and peaceful. But outside in St. Sunday, chaos had ensued. Young Master Roach had died. The man who had been confirmed to be the next head of the Roach family was dead. And his death was sudden and hard to accept. He had been killed by a man named Mr. X.
Suddenly, Mr. X became the talk of the entire St. Sunday. He did not only kill Young Master Roach, but also arrogantly declared as he left, “The killer, Mr. X.” He also noted that this was just the beginning. He had come to St. Sunday to cause trouble.
The Roach family’s mansion was a flurry of activity. Numerous Roach family members from outside kept entering the mansion. Each one had a gloomy face, and it seemed as if the air was filled with the smoke of war.
In the hall, a man slammed his teacup on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, “This is too much, too much. A Mr. X dares to kill my son.” This man was Ben Roach, the head of the Roach family.
“Sir, please calm down.”
In the hall, there was a group of Roach family members kneeling down.
“Calm down? Someone has come to my doorstep to kill my son, and I’m supposed to stay calm? From today on, you lead the troops to search the entire St. Sunday, and you must find Mr. X for me,” Ben Roach roared.
“Yes!”
Four strong men, who looked like they practiced martial arts, immediately obeyed the order.
However, a man dressed as a butler hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and whispering in Ben Roach’s ear, “Sir, wouldn’t searching the entire St. Sunday provoke public anger?”
The Roach family, although the first family of St. Sunday, was not invincible. There were still many powerful families. Searching like this would easily offend people. Once two or three families united, even the Roach family would find it difficult.
But Ben Roach sneered, “Once anyone resists, then kill them directly. Public anger? I am now afraid they won’t be angry.”
How could he show his strength if they weren’t angry? You must know that there is still a big figure from the Harding family in the Roach family now. Whether the Roach family can keep its position after St. Sunday surrenders depends entirely on this big figure from the Harding family.
“Sir, are you serious?”
The butler was shaken to the core.
The four guards were not actually from the Roach family, but four Kisia fugitives who had committed numerous murders and caused bloody storms. They were caught one by one by the Roach family’s bottom-line forces.
If they were sent out now, wouldn’t the whole of St. Sunday be in chaos?
“Tell them, if they do things for me, I will set them free. But let them go last, after all, this is our bottom-line weapon,” Ben Roach said after some consideration.
During this time, the butler finally breathed a sigh of relief. If they really had to use them, then the whole of St. Sunday would really be a sea of corpses. He only hoped that everything would go smoothly this time. No one would force the Roach family. Especially that Mr. X. If the Roach family was pushed too far and they released those four bandits, then what?
Mr. X would die. Most of the residents of St. Sunday would also die.
“Mr. X, I hope you don’t go too far. After all, once those four are released, you won’t be able to bear the consequences,” the butler murmured as he looked in the direction of the hotel where Mr. X had appeared.
“Don’t kill the people. It’s enough to submit. Fewer people will die if they submit. Otherwise, all the sins will be on you, Mr. X.”
Meanwhile, at the Tiger Gang Headquarters, in a five-star building, on the twenty-third floor, the top floor, a burly man dressed in a suit and tie, with thick facial hair, was lounging and drinking red wine. He gave people a sense of peace.
“Boss, I brought the woman.”
At that moment, the door opened and three men walked in from outside, each with a black, fierce tiger tattooed on their arms. In their hands, they gripped a woman.
“Oliver, let go of me!”
The woman struggled constantly, but she couldn’t break free from the grip of the three subordinates.
“Let go? Ha, Evelyn Hall, you are now my woman.”
Oliver folded his arms, took a look at Evelyn Hall’s figure, her OL-style uniform, and her high-cold temperament, which really made people feel hot.
“Your woman? Oliver, you are despicable and shameless. You framed our group, caused my father and uncle to jump off the building and die, and now you want to possess me. You’re despicable and shameless.”
Evelyn Hall was emotionally agitated, struggling constantly.
“I’m despicable and shameless, so what?”
Oliver showed a row of big teeth, laughed, and then waved his hand, “Take her down, tonight, I’m going to have fun with this woman.”
“Yes.”
The three subordinates then took the woman away.
Oliver loosened his tie, unbuttoned his collar, revealing his chest hair and the white tiger head tattooed inside, with its fierce face, it was terrifying. Then he lit a cigar, “This is how I should look. St. Sunday, sooner or later, will be mine. No one can stop me.”
“Mr. X, what a joke.”
Mr. X killed Charles Roach, and by a twist of fate, it actually helped him. There can’t be two tigers on one mountain. There can only be one overlord in St. Sunday.