One night of gunfire.

The next day, there was no change in Winster City.

After all, it was just a few more corpses in the gutters.

In such a cold winter, they wouldn't even rot and smell.

But someone was unlucky.

That person was, of course, Haska.

When he first heard the news that his territory was attacked, he was quite brave.

With a gun in hand, he led the charge to repel the formidable enemy.

For a moment, the situation was in favor of the Murich family.

If he continued his valor, the outcome of this night might have been completely different.

After all, the Evans family didn't have anyone famous, and the Corleone family's famous person was just an old dog.

Haska, though not remarkable, was still a young man.

Unfortunately...

He was no better than an old dog.

Upon hearing the news of the offensive being stalled, Old Santi personally entered the fray to fight Haska.

Haska fled in panic because his face got a scratch.

Thus, the Murich family was defeated.

What followed was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The Murich family no longer had any resistance, their fighting forces completely wiped out.

As dawn approached, there was only one task left.

To capture Haska.

Force him to sign the contract, and this division of spoils would be perfectly resolved.

However, there were no traces of him yet.

In the largest brothel of the Murich family, the Murich family thugs either dead, fled, or surrendered.

The prostitutes had been temporarily detained.

Old Santi and Danny of the Evans family sat in the hall, smoking opposite each other.

But from the seating arrangement, it was clear that Old Santi held the most authority; he sat in the center.

There was no choice in this matter; Danny was merely a Level One famous name.

And Old Santi, despite his age, was Level Two.

In this siege, he played the most significant role.

"Still haven't captured Haska, where on earth would he hide?"

When Danny said this, he inadvertently glanced at Old Santi.

Actually, it was already a hint.

Could it be Sandro hid him?

After all, the strongest force in Winster City now was Sandro.

Even though Sandro hadn't made any moves during their action last night, it didn't mean he had no thoughts.

"It wouldn't be him; if it were his intention, last night we wouldn't have even fought."

Old Santi had watched Sandro rise from nothing; one could say he knew this man very well.

Then, there was only one possibility left.

The Bolita Clan.

"Previously, Haska had a very good relationship with Ethan. Ethan even helped him settle last time's suspension affair..." Danny had almost concluded it was this.

But Old Santi was staring at him.

"Old man, don't look at me like that. Don't you also believe they can never return, which is why you made this decision? Do it!"

Just as he finished speaking, a subordinate came to report.

"Someone saw Haska enter the Bolita Clan's territory half an hour ago, and it seems Virel is also there."

"See, just like this."

Danny stood up directly.

"A triangle is the most stable."

Old Santi murmured to himself and nodded.

Indeed, it was Virel who saved Haska.

This was, after all, the Young Master's command.

Looking at Haska sitting in the back seat, gently stroking the scratch on his face, trying hard not to shiver.

Virel slightly shook his head and still handed him a cigarette.

He really couldn't imagine that this guy could lose so quickly.

Early this morning, he received the news; the Murich family was done for, Haska disappeared.

He could only send people searching everywhere.

Unexpectedly, this guy came to him himself; he genuinely thought the Bolita family was his friend.

"Smoke a cigarette, it's okay now, our two families are friends. The Young Master said if anything happens to you, they'll surely protect you."

"Thank you, Ethan, you're a really good person." Haska shivering said as he smoked, but he was utterly lost.

Because he knew very well, Ethan... probably wouldn't return.

If that's the case, could the Bolita family really protect him?

"Don't overthink, I'll first take you to rest."

Virel took him back to Bolita Manor, hiding him underground.

Then, he received messages from various territories.

The Evan family and Corleone family, after a night of bloody battle, hadn't stopped and were relentlessly advancing towards the Bolita family's territory.

The situation was already very tense, sparks of warfare spreading all around.

Meanwhile, this news also reached the Prohibition Bureau.

Originally keen on watching the spectacle, Albertine was now equally bewildered.

Primarily due to Heisenberg's appearance; it truly shattered his entire plan and perception.

A Level Five famous name; not only would he be invincible in a place like Winster but also a renowned figure in the Royal Capital.

Even though Saint Kuanti was an A-Level pollution incident, it should have been no match for Heisenberg.

However, Heisenberg actually escaped back in a near-death state.

After he spoke those S-Level words, he fell into a coma, never to awaken again.

No one knew what actually transpired in Saint Kuanti.

An intense unease started creeping into Albertine's heart, and he was already in turmoil.

So even hearing the originally anticipated news, he subconsciously felt insecure.

"Has Sandro reacted any way?"

As soon as he asked this, he immediately raised his hand to stop, saying, "No, no, no, stick to the original plan. Do nothing, notify the Security Office, tell them also to do nothing, no matter how fierce the fight gets, let them fight."

No problem, no problem, I can't be wrong.

Moreover, since Heisenberg is in such a state, those vermin surely wouldn't escape death either.

The plan can still proceed.

Do not lose your composure, Albertine!

Meanwhile.

Without any official forces intervening, even during the day, the two sides about to collide already had their guns aimed at each other's faces.

Old Santi and Danny, leading their men, arrived directly at the gates of Bolita Manor.

Inside the manor, Virel had just gotten off the phone with Bob and Palon.

He asked Bob to consider legal tactics, although in actual flesh and blood conflicts, the law was temporarily powerless.

On Palon's side, primarily due to the recent battles, manpower was lacking; if necessary, they could fully retract.

"They actually dare to come directly to the manor; they really are crazy. Don't they know where this is?"

Virel was so furious he let out a laugh.

Did they truly think that since the Young Master wasn't here, the Bolita family had nobody?

He gently adjusted his collar and then picked up that golden cane, walking step by step toward the manor gate.

The dull sound of his newly installed alchemical prosthesis stepping onto the ground announced his identity.

The Bolita family's second-in-command!

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