Zhong Shenxiu sighed.
The Notting Hill Gang was initially just the white glove through which he controlled the illicit liquor trade.
After seizing control of all the bars in Byron City, the gang had lost its utilitarian value to him.
And once he received news from secretive meetings that the Federation Special Affairs Bureau had begun to investigate the origins of Notting Hill's Magic Potion, Zhong Shenxiu entertained the idea of disposing of this white glove.
But what he hadn't anticipated was that choosing a random night to carry out a hit would result in so many unexpected incidents.
At this moment, inside the conference hall.
Sinisi had already reached an agreement with the bloodied old Norma.
"Look, just say if you need my power..."
As Sinisi wiped the blood splattered on his face with a handkerchief, his expression was maniacal yet composed, filled with a complex and contradictory temperament, "Why must you make it so bloody?"
"Hehe..."
