Allon arrived with several other bosses from the illegal circle. Despite being fierce competitors vying for control of Reddof, they had agreed to come together, united by a shared goal: to get answers from Chairman Kane.They entered the exclusive club and were escorted to a small private room. Shortly after, a waiter arrived with tea. Allon didn’t hesitate to pour himself a cup. The tea, valued at a million dollars per pot, was not something to be wasted.After waiting for quite some time, Chairman Kane still hadn’t appeared. Impatience began to brew among the group.“Allon, is Chairman Kane here?” one of the bosses asked.Near the door stood a middle-aged man with slightly graying hair. He exuded sharpness and authority. This was Bondo Zo, Chairman Kane’s chief steward and the one responsible for the Foh Club’s operations. Most people only knew him by his last name, Zo—even Allon and the other bosses treated him with respect.“He’s around,” Bondo replied with a polite smile, his half

Hamilton Group owned several assets under Paulo’s name, including pubs, karaoke bars, and snooker clubs—all completely legal. These businesses provided jobs for many of his men. However, trouble erupted at one of the snooker clubs.“What’s the meaning of this? Bullying us just because we’re not from Reddof?” a man shouted angrily. “Other clubs charge $20 per hour, but you dare to demand $30?!”Several large men were causing a commotion in the club. They were clearly strong and ready for a fight. Some of the staff had already been injured by their attacks.“The rates are clearly displayed on the wall. We’re not hiding anything! If you don’t like it, don’t play here. If you want to play, then pay up!” one of the staff retorted, clutching his bleeding head. “This isn’t a place where you can just do whatever you want!”One of the troublemakers chuckled coldly and kicked the staff member to the ground.“This is nonsense. You’re nothing but trash. Do you really think you can stand up to us?

Elsewhere, Thom’s men arrived at the snooker club. Some of them hurriedly got out of their vehicles. They marched toward the main entrance, kicking over promotional stands, and barged into the club."You still dare to run this business?" one of the same troublemakers from the previous day shouted loudly. "How dare you defy my warning! You’d better shut this place down right now!"He grabbed a snooker cue and slammed it hard against a table. The cue snapped in two. The sight was intimidating.However, everyone inside the club merely glanced at him briefly before returning to their games.After sinking a ball into a pocket, Gobu—whose turn had just ended—looked up. He gazed at the man and the three others standing behind him.Just these few guys dared to cause trouble here?"All of you! Stop playing now!" the man shouted.But no one paid him any attention.Furious, the man raised the snooker cue, ready to strike someone. However, Gobu waved his hand, signaling everyone around him to ste

"You... You’re too bold!" Thom roared, his face red with anger. Gobu slapped Thom hard across the face, sending him sprawling onto the floor. "Speak respectfully to my Big Boss!" Thom could only growl, suppressing his rage and fear. "You..." "Sixty seconds," Dixon glanced calmly at his watch. Thom felt a surge of panic mixed with fury. He knew Dixon wasn't bluffing. He was fully aware that Dixon had killed Lewo without a shred of mercy. Could Paulo have deliberately abandoned Reddof to trap people like him? His heart pounded fiercely. Was this all part of Paulo's plan to lure men like him into Reddof, only to crush them? "One minute's up. Now pay $110 million," Dixon said flatly, ignoring Thom's desperate gaze. "Are you serious about keeping your word?" Thom swallowed hard, his throat dry. "If I pay, you won’t come after me again?" "Of course. I'm a man who always keeps my promises," Dixon replied curtly. Nervously, Thom shouted, "I’ll pay!" To him, life was more important.

"Gobu, we must be polite to our guests. Since they’ve come to 'help' Reddof, we should show them our appreciation," Dixon said, a faint smile playing on his face. "Yes, Boss," Gobu replied in a serious tone. But Gobu knew that Dixon rarely bothered with politeness in matters like these. He had already checked with the local government and found out that Reddof still needed funding for the repair of two major bridges and three main roads, with a shortfall of around $500 million. That night, they were determined to make sure that money came from their so-called guests. Gobu realized he had to force himself to be a bit more "friendly" toward them. "Big Boss?" Allon and the other leaders looked puzzled. "Are you Dixon Edric?" Allon asked coldly. Nico nodded slightly, signaling it was true. "Yeah, that’s me," Dixon replied casually. Allon let out a cold laugh. "Hahaha… I thought you were some legendary monster with extraordinary power. But to me, you look quite ordinary." He turned