The originally luxurious villa has become a mess at this moment.

Fragments of vases, newspapers scattered on the floor, and clothes that had accidentally stained the ink.

and Brontë, who was sitting on the couch, flushed and panting.

Behind him, Lucanapoli, and Guido, Martell stood there motionless~.

"In addition to Henri Lemieux and Matthew Calander, Fausar is also behind the scenes?" Brontë's eyes were fixed on Lycanapoli like an eagle's falcon.

"Yes, according to the information I investigated, it is like this." Ricanapolis said cautiously.

"Damn guys!" Brontë smacked the soft sofa indignantly.

Before he provoked trouble, he thought about retaliation.

But he thought that the previous second-hand trading market was the counterattack of the other party.

But now it seems, this time it is.

The other party made a move on his property, and although he was a little angry, he could at least understand it.

After all, he did the same.

But what really made him angry was that Benjamin Lambert, who had been taking money from him, but now ran to Henri Lemie's side.

And that damn Fausal.

He knew that the reason why the other party was working so hard was not because of what agreement he had reached with Henri Lemieux.

It's just that he wants to find a guy who backs the pot.

Because the smuggling of human beings is simply done by Fausar himself.

But anger returned to anger, and at the same time Brontë had a sense of urgency.

How many years!

He hadn't been so embarrassed in years.

More importantly, he found that something had gone out of his grasp.

From the Bresvet family, as well as the moonshine industry.

Then the other party united with Henri Lemieux.

Then came that shit free fireworks.

Now even Benjamin Lambert has fallen for the other side.

In fact, he himself knew very well that Benjamin Lambert had always disliked him.

After all, for his business, he also has some fun of his own.

He often gave things that Benjamin Lambert found difficult.

These things don't have much impact and don't touch the bottom line.

but embarrassed the other party.

And his favorite thing is to watch the other party obviously unwilling, but has to pinch his nose to help him accomplish something.

But now with the arrival of a guy named Calander in the city, everything is starting to change.

The previous Benjamin Lambert would have compromised him.

That's because he has someone to pay for his superior life.

But apart from him, many people will not pay much price.

After all, the respective business is everything.

But now with the addition of new forces, he Brontë is no longer the other party's first choice.

As for the warlord of the plantation master of Fausal, even if Brontë wanted to kill the other party with one shot.

But reason told him that it was very unwise.

In a way, the other party was treated like a gun, and it is impossible to say that they have no grudge against Henri Lemieux.

But if you fight back, it is equivalent to forcing the other party into the other party's camp.

This is definitely a bad choice for yourself.

But if he doesn't fight back, then others will think that he is a good bully.

Some hungry people will be constantly tempted.

Sitting on the couch, thinking about your current situation.

Brontë's expression became cold. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Looking at the messy ground, he bent down to pick up a piece of newspaper.

After so many years as a tycoon, he has worked hard to whitewash his business and dispose of some people who know what he once was.

At the same time, he is trying to control St. Denis, the city under his feet.

He is also keen on donating to charity to avoid taxes and cultivate his reputation.

He used the same set of things of high society to decorate himself as a gentleman.

Even let him forget that in fact, he was also a bloody butcher at the beginning, a thug.

He also once hung his life on the line to compete with others for interests and fight for his life.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that heart-pounding time again.

But now when this feeling struck again, it only made him feel a little uneasy.

Picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table next to it, took it apart, lit it, and took a hard sip.

Some choking tobacco smell made him a little calmer.

"Boss, what should we do now?" As if sensing some change in Brontë, Lucanapoli asked cautiously and tentatively.

"Let all of you have things ready, now we need those." Brontë said to Quetdo Martell next to him.

"Also, inquire about the direction of the source of the goods in Braithwaite." Brontë then continued to instruct Lucanapoli.

Now he can't break the rules directly, or it's hard to break the rules.

On the one hand, the other party used very ingenious means and did not deal a blow to his legitimate part of the business.

At the same time, there were no bloody killings.

On the other hand, it is some of the other party's industries, and now it is difficult for him to do it.

If the second-hand trading business does not succeed, he will do it.

But now the second-hand trading business has become a point of people's attention.

At the same time, its impact is also so that Henri Lemière will not ignore it, after all, in addition to profit, it is also covered with a layer of political value.

As for tobacco and alcohol, which are linked to women's sports.

This is not something it can destroy.

It is not protected by law and does not involve a higher level.

All Brontë could think of was the moonshine business that the other party had teamed up with Braithwaite.

During this time, he also heard that the moonshine goods of Catherine's old woman's family were not brewed in Lemorn.

Or it hasn't had time to build, and the main source of goods is still from New Hanover.

But in the end, Brontë didn't want to make that step.

Because that means real war.

Everyone wants to go to war unless it is a last resort.

After all, no one knows whether they will be the side that wins in the end.

"Help me prepare a dress, and another three thousand dollars, all of which will cost ten dollars and five dollars."

Brontë said expressionlessly towards Lucanapoli.

Whether it is a war, or a deliberation and then a secondary distribution of benefits.

On the day of the mayor's banquet, he would be clear.

But before that day, he had to prepare for the worst.