This night was anything but peaceful for Wenster.

Because it had been seven days since Ethan and the others set off.

And it's been almost a month since the private liquor uprising in the city exploded.

Whether the continued losses in illegal liquor or the possibility of Ethan and the others solving this matter completely to get the liquor business back on track.

The people in the Black Mire had no confidence at all.

No more meetings were held.

John Hott and a group of white gloves were almost driven mad with anxiety.

They kept calling that seaside castle.

The response was always a busy tone.

Sandro seemed to have completely removed himself from the situation.

While the other families, with dark hearts, were secretly growing.

First was the Corleone Clan, their fighting power had all been sent to Saint Kuanti, but fortunately, the titular head of the family, Old Santi, was still there, he could still control the family and make it sound loudly enough.

He first contacted the Evans Clan.

At that moment, George was not there; it was his uncle Danny who was managing the family.

Danny agreed to Old Santi's proposal.

Later, Old Santi found Virel, who was temporarily in charge of everything in the Bolita family.

Virel refused this meeting.

Because the young master made it very clear before he left, to retract all business, and never get involved in any trouble.

Until he returns to discuss further.

Old Santi's proposal was exactly the kind of trouble not to get involved in.

He wanted to take out Haska and then divide the Murich family together.

This point was not surprising to Virel.

Because the young master had also anticipated it.

The young master said before he left, "If we don't come back for too long, someone is bound to be unable to resist. I guess it would be Old Santi; Haska is going to be in trouble. At that time, do nothing and wait and watch. When Haska is defeated, find an opportunity to save him."

As for what to do after saving him, the young master didn't say; wait for him to come back.

Virel was not worried at all about whether Ethan could return.

He would definitely come back.

And sure enough, just on this night, Old Santi launched his attack.

Time had passed too long.

He had already assumed that his two sons would not return.

In the current situation, he could only earn more chips for the family.

Lest the Corleone surname completely wither away after he dies.

The Murich family was the best target, their own strength had already declined, and the family leader Haska was a timid and fearful person.

This time, he even refused to fight in the Saint Kuanti campaign, which had already planted the seeds of destruction.

No one would have any objections to taking action against him.

If he could swallow the Murich family and then slowly consume the Evans Clan, ultimately, the Corleone Clan could still continue to exist in Wenster.

Gunfire rang out in the night just like that.

The Murich family was completely unprepared.

Although Haska was troubled by the inability to expand the liquor business and the sharp drop in income, his flesh trade was still open for business.

Moreover, because recently there had been no alcohol to drink, men had nowhere to vent their energy, making it even more popular.

He was barely able to make up for a little of the losses.

After all, rebuilding the family guard was no small expense.

In the first Saint Kuanti campaign, he had thrown half of his guard into it.

Of course, now there would be no return.

But fortunately, he was still alive, which meant there was still hope.

Once the family guard was established, things would be different.

Haska wasn't completely without ambition.

He firmly refused to join the second Saint Kuanti operation, because he was waiting for this opportunity.

Now it seemed he was right; those people were not coming back.

Wenster's landscape was due for a change.

The Murich family, always ranked last, was also time to rise!

Father, do you see this? You called me the most useless, the one who would ruin the family, but now, the family will rise under my hand!

"Boom——"

A loud bang shook Haska, making his head a little dizzy.

Originally, he was feeling dizzy while holding a few new high-class items, but now he was completely sober.

"Who?! Who is it?!"

Even though he was reckless and inattentive to affairs, he knew it was gunfire.

Someone dared to attack the Murich family, it's simply...

"Boss, all three of our places have been attacked, it seems to be people from the Evans family and the Corleone family..."

A subordinate came to report in a panic.

Haska was already dumbfounded.

"How could it be... how dare they..."

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the previously quiet Wenster lit up with fireworks.

Fireworks made of interwoven bullets.

On the third floor of the Prohibition Bureau's meeting room.

Albertine and Marvin watched the fireworks upstairs.

"As you predicted, over time, they will naturally kill each other. When Murich falls, the remaining four will only fight more fiercely, then... I don't believe Sandro will do nothing."

Marvin spoke, nearly applauding.

Transferring Albertine from the Royal Capital truly was the best decision.

In just a few days, he had completely opened up the situation.

Compared to the unfortunate Lewis, he was far superior.

Albertine, however, appeared indifferent, like it was a trivial matter, turning directly to fiddle with a newly acquired phonograph.

Marvin eventually agreed to his suggestion, or rather gave him the privilege to play music in the meeting room.

After tuning the phonograph, Albertine began to hum softly as he picked up a record.

"Just unsure how things are at Heisenberg's side; hopefully, he will conveniently kill everyone for me, then the plan will be even more smooth..."

Just as he was undecided between "To Storm" and another favorite record of his.

The meeting room suddenly filled with a strong scent of blood.

As if all the blood in a person's body had been released at once.

Then, a tall figure appeared and collapsed on the ground.

Albertine's fingers froze in the act of selecting a record.

Marvin reacted faster, rushing forward to support the bloody figure.

"Your Excellency, what's wrong?! I'll get a doctor for you..."

It was only then did Albertine recognize this person.

Or rather, he had recognized them from the start, but he didn't dare to think it possible.

This was Heisenberg.

This was unbelievably Heisenberg, the Eagle of the Kingdom Defense Bureau!

How could this be?!

"Immediately... send a telegram to the Royal Capital, it's an S-level incident. Have them dispatch special agents, don't waste any time, hurry!!!"

Marvin hoped Albertine could help take care of Heisenberg while he fetched a doctor for emergency treatment.

Heisenberg had already started to roar madly.

His eyes were red, like a wounded eagle.

What on earth... happened?

Albertine's heart sank, suddenly having a very bad feeling.

All the smoothly running plans seemed stuck here.

He was stuck too.

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