After several more hours of waiting, a letter arrived and the dispatcher quickly ride off, before the guards could respond to his sudden appearance. One of the guards, after checking the sealed envelope promptly hurried inside to deliver it to his boss. "A man on a power bike just tossed this inside the palace," the guard let out, with a bow. El Capone was in his usual melancholy mood, and he peered at his man with a deep scowl. "What's inside?" "A letter, I guess." El Capone looked closer at the envelope in the man's palm, and the logo seemed familiar. "Deliver it to Banjo, and informed him to come to me now." The man nodded once, turned around and soon scurried out of sight. A moment later, Banjo appeared in front of his boss, and the unhappy look on his face is enough for El Capone to know the source of the message. "Am sure it's from your agent, where are my merchandise, and mercenaries?" "They claimed the goods and the men were all ambushed by El Ramon, and they can't
The mafias in red uniforms sneaked close to their destination, and they soon emerged near the farm in a few hours. Banjo signalled to some of the men with him, pointed to some men laying under the palm trees, and some section of men crouched close to them. "This place is guarded by fifty blackwitch mafias and four mercenaries, attack the mercenaries, while we locate the opposition gang," Banjo whispered to the outgoing men in red uniform, signalling to the rest of the mobs with him, and they sneaked towards the lookout post that was placed at every strategic location. Seconds later, he pointed four fingers, then jerked his fingers towards the left side of them, and all the men glared at the men in black in a circle. "They were engrossed by the chess game in their midst." One among the men whispered. At a signal from the Banjo, four men fixed silencers to the nozzle of their guns, aimed at the men and four click sounds send the unaware mafias to their graves. "Two more men wer
As the conflicts between the redwitch and the blackwitch gang deepened, some men were seen running for their dear life along a deserted route.At the front of the running men is a man named Ewu, and his knees nearly touched the back of his skull, as he raced like a rabbit, pursuit by a dog. "Wait for me, Ewu." The aged man with grey hair screamed from the back. But Ewu ignored his comrades plead, run faster, and soon disappeared into the approaching dusk. Minutes later, all the escaping planters were seen under a big tree and breathing with their tongues out of their mouth. "You are not the son of your father, Ewu." "What have I done to deserve such insult?" Ewu asked back, after finding a comfortable place to seat. "You were bragging about your prowess some hours earlier, am surprised to see you in front of us, as we run for our dear life." "They were lucky I wasn't prepared for assault today, let them try it another time. They will see the real Ewu." The man bragged back,
The presence of Andrea and her husband is familiar to their neighbours, but the fact the commoner turned into a princess has something to discuss with them made them all throng out in thousands and then formed a circle around their prince and his wife. Andrea cleared her throat, smiled captivatingly and hushed the jubilating cries of the people around her, then muttered out. "My husband is moved by your plight whenever there is rainfall, and he has decided to help your condition.""Long live prince El Capone!""Long live our princess!""Long live our El Capone!"Andrea waved her two palms to silence the men's outcry, then resumed her speech. "You will no longer be in danger of flood, because the royal house has decided to build you a low-cost house, and it will belong to you after paying instrumentally for it. " Are we moving inside as soon as they were completed, or until we finish our payment?" One among the excited men asked after raising his hand to signify he have a question.
A handshake beyond the elbow has turned into an embrace! The recent assault on the Country P merchant's farm by the redwitch gang had become unbearable to the profit-oriented men, and they were seen as they conversed together. "We will be going bankrupt in a few months if this assault continues," Priest let out with a disgusting look. "El Ramon is powerless against his brother, four farms and factories were destroyed in a week, this is unbearable." A man called Augur announced. "El Ramon is a weakling, and that is why I chose him, instead of his brother." Priest answered back "What about the black ninja? They promised to get back to us before the month-end?" "That was why I invited you all. Our agent called me that he will be here in a few hours." "That means he had been contacted by the black ninjas." The oldest man on the team announced with a toothless smile. "How will our assassins have access to El Capone's palace? He is always surrounded by thousands of his mafias." A
Andrea was the chairperson of the building committee, and she was seen seating along with lots of men in blue uniforms, while a long line of villagers was in her front. She had been able to collect over ten million dollars, and it amazed her that those who she believed were poor, were keeping such an amount under their pillows. Hours later, she peeked at the golden wristwatch in her hand and yawned and muttered. "We will be closing, and resuming tomorrow." "Please attend to me, I have been in the queue since morning," the next man on the line pleaded. "We will be attending to those on today's queue, before attending to newcomers. Which means you will be the first to be attended to tomorrow," Andrea answered back with a smile. And the man, left with no choice grunted aloud and soon leave with a mournful look. When the men were finally gone, the supervising committee arranged all the money into a big bag, then walked into the palace that is just a stone's throw from them. El Capon
El Capone was in the middle, and beside him were Andrea and Banjo at both sides, while hundred of his armed mafias scowl at his back. "We will not resume farming until you meet our terms," the leader of the rioting planters screamed at the top of his voice. "We have to go through all your terms, and we are assuring you that it will be discussed, and the best decision will be made. Please be patient," Andrea answered back. "We are listening to you because you are one of us-" the man paused, veered back at the rioting men at his back, and resumed his speech. "Otherwise, we would have ignored you all, until you are ready to accept our terms.""We are aware of the inflation and knew you only earn peanuts from your hard labour. All your demands will be met in due time." Andrea answered back. "As the spokesman of the North side planters, we are not resuming work until you are ready to pay us ten dollars per kilo for our products. And you will be compensating us for ripping us with a meag
For the first time since the tussle for the crown began, El Ramon found it difficult to sleep, and he was seen tossing to and fro on his king-size bed. A moment later, the telephone attached to his bedside ring, and the young and anxious prince leapt out of bed, yanked the phone from its hold, and barked into it. "What's the update?" "Successful," the voice on the other side of the line let out. "Any witness?" "None, it will be seen as an accident, as all the cars erupted, when the fuel tanks were shot." "Is my brother's car among the burnt car?" "Yes, its two personal cars were attacked." "And are you sure he is inside one of them?" "The cars were still burning when we left, but am positive he is inside one of them." "And his wife?" "I have no idea if she was inside along with him." "It will be unfortunate if she is," El Ramon said in a whisper, disconnect the call, and laid back on the bed. But the rioting in his mind prevents him from having his deserved rest. If trul