Chapter 365
Author: Mel Hope
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Hanson’s words had barely settled in the air when a sharp, almost mocking laugh broke through the conference call.

The sound was dry, dismissive, and edged with long‑standing arrogance. It came from one of the older Morris uncles, a man whose voice carried the weight of decades spent asserting dominance and doubting anything that didn’t originate from his own experience.

“The Bell Mill Gang?” the man scoffed openly.

“Hanson, are you serious right now? All these years we’ve lived and ruled in Gelrith, and not once have I heard of any underworld group called the Bell Mill. If they were truly powerful, their name would be on everyone’s lips. The only name we’ve ever heard—over and over—is the Black Gang Group.”

His laughter lingered for a second longer, encouraging others to speak.

A ripple of agreement followed almost immediately.

“Yes,” another cousin chimed in, his voice firm with certainty.

“If there was a gang more powerful than the Black Gang Group, we would know. Gelrith is not
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