In the restroom, Eric, sitting on the toilet, felt his tense body suddenly relax.
His hands hung naturally at his sides, and the syringe in his hand fell to the floor, but he didn’t care at all.
The pain was gone.
Those incompetent doctors, a single fracture had caused him pain until now. Even though he recognized that the current pain had nothing to do with the fracture, he would still tell himself that this was all the fault of those stupid doctors!
If they hadn’t been unable to cure his problem, would he need to endure this kind of pain now?
It was just… he had been a bit irritable these past few days. He hadn’t had hallucinations for a while. At first, he would be startled by the hallucinations, but later he gradually came to like the feeling of them.
He felt he should go find a doctor and ask how to make himself more comfortable.
Just as he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a rhythmic sound like a baseball being hit.
Eric also liked to watch baseball games, but he didn’t like to play baseball because he had no athletic talent.
The moment the hollow alloy bat hit the baseball, you could hear a “thud.”
It was crisp, not dull. The vibration and sound would give people a feeling of briefly transmitting and echoing inside the bat. For those who liked it, this sound was very pleasant!
Someone is playing baseball?
He couldn’t help but lean back on the toilet, face up, and chuckle. After laughing twice, he felt it probably wasn’t a hallucination, then stood up, supporting himself on the door of the toilet stall.
He had to go out and find some fun. He wanted to see the scene of Lance begging him in a low voice to let him go. Just thinking about it made him feel ecstatic!
He rubbed his balls. He almost… damn it. Although the painkiller was good, it also had some side effects.
The sound of baseball being played was still coming from his ear. He was a little confused. Could it be an auditory hallucination?
When he walked out of the corridor and saw the scene in the restaurant, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground.
Lance stood next to Brinton, one hand pressing on Brinton’s neck, the other hand holding high a blood-stained glass ashtray, and then smashed it down hard.
Every time it landed on Brinton’s head, it would make a “thud” sound, and Brinton’s body would also twitch violently, and then the whole table would tremble along with it.
Blood splattered everywhere. Lance’s expressionless and even somewhat grim and cold appearance almost scared the pee out of him!
Just as he was at a loss, Lance’s eyeballs rolled, and he gave Eric a sideways glance. Eric quickly ducked his head and turned around, not daring to look at him.
He was at a loss, took two steps towards the corridor where the toilet was, then suddenly stopped, only daring to stand sideways to Lance.
Although he knew and had seen murder scenes before, there had never been a live scene that could give him such a direct shock!
He wished he were just a passerby on the street, and even hated himself for not really taking a shit and being constipated, so that he wouldn’t have to face this choice.
“Thud!”
Louder than any previous sound!
Red blood dripped from directly below where Brinton was lying asleep, drop by drop onto the floor, accumulating into a pool of ever-expanding blood.
His body no longer twitched, as if he had suddenly entered a deep sleep.
Lance casually threw the ashtray on the table without messing up the dishes and plates, although they looked a bit unsightly.
The blood splattered on the plates would obviously affect people’s appetite. Fortunately, the meal was already over at this time.
He picked up an unused napkin from the table, wiped the bloodstains splattered on his face, and at the same time asked, “Why don’t you dare look at me?”
Without a doubt, this question was definitely not for Brinton.
Eric was already having a little trouble controlling his bladder. Urine was seeping out bit by bit. He slowly turned around, not daring to look at Brinton on the table.
His expression changed several times in a very short period of time, and finally, he squeezed out a very ugly smile that looked like he was crying, “I didn’t, Lance…”
Lance looked down at the napkin in his hand and wiped his hands, “Brinton is a little tired. He went to sleep first. Are you tired?”
Eric’s heart skipped a beat!
He quickly widened his eyes and looked at Lance, “No, I’m full of energy!” To prove this, he even jumped on the spot and slapped his own cheeks, “I’m not tired at all. I can run a lap around Golden Port right now. If you don’t believe me, you can let me run for you to see.”
Lance looked at him with a half-smile. Seeing that he was a little guilty, seeing that he was starting to get uneasy, his expression also began to look like he was begging for mercy, “This has nothing to do with me, Lance.”
“I swear!”
Lance threw the napkin he had used to wipe his hands next to Brinton’s face. He straightened his attire; his tie was a little crooked.
Although his clothes were also stained with a lot of splattered blood drops, the clothes were dark, so it wasn’t very noticeable.
“Eric, a piece of advice for you.”
He took out a cigarette, picked up Brinton’s lighter from the table, lit his own cigarette, and then returned it to “him.”
He used the hand holding the cigarette to tap on the tabletop twice, “This is the Empire District, not a place where you call the shots!”
After he finished speaking, there was a pause of two or three seconds before he turned and walked out of the restaurant. Hiram, who had already returned to the door, opened the restaurant’s main door for Lance.
The moment he got into the car, intense and continuous gunshots rang out from outside!
Then those people quickly got into their cars and disappeared into the night.
Eric looked at the already asleep Brinton, suddenly turned his head, and began to vomit. His stomach suddenly had very strong symptoms of discomfort, and everything he had eaten before came out.
The burning sensation in his mouth and esophagus made him always have the desire to swallow, and at the same time, these actions also brought more intense discomfort to his stomach.
He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, cursing words like “lunatic” while quickly walking out of the restaurant. Then he saw a truck on the side of the road, and some people were moving bodies onto it.
He vomited violently again, only this time, it seemed there was nothing to vomit, just some turbid liquid. A more intense burning pain spread throughout his mouth and entire esophagus.
He could no longer stand anything here. He got into his car and floored the accelerator. Right now, he just wanted to go home and hide under the covers and pray to God to help him!
Although Eric had gone home, Lance’s work was not yet finished.
“Give the restaurant owner some money. We made a mess of his place.”
Lance didn’t forget to add a word of instruction. Many, many years ago, he had also run a small business and knew the helplessness of encountering this kind of thing.
Elvin nodded, then floored the accelerator.
At 9:50, the Empire of the Night nightclub was still in semi-operation. The reason it was semi-operation was because they didn’t have much liquor.
For a place like a nightclub, without liquor, the number of customers would be less than half.
Now this place was just a mid-tier flesh market. The Viper Gang had their own resources. A major source of their income in Fides was the flesh trade.
After a hard day’s work, workers would especially want to vent after resting. As long as the price was right, the business would be very good.
But in Golden Port, this batch of their resources was not very popular. The people here had seen too much. Girls from all over the world were competing with each other here, so although the Empire of the Night’s business had reopened, it had always been half-dead.
Brinton had previously hoped that after getting rid of Lance, they would take over Lance’s business, and his smuggled liquor routes, with selling smuggled liquor as the main business.
It was just that now, all of this was just an empty dream.
A few gang members stood outside the main entrance on the first floor, chatting casually. They were not nervous at all, because Brinton had said that after tonight, there would be no more Lance and the Lance Family in the Empire District!
This made them feel excited. The feeling of fighting in all directions with the Viper Gang in the past few years had returned.
But after being excited for a while, everyone became lazy again.
They gathered together smoking, chatting about the interesting and beautiful things in Golden Port.
And just then, two large buses and several small cars suddenly stopped at the steps of the Empire of the Night nightclub. The few of them just glanced at it, and a smile appeared on their faces.
They were too familiar with those two large buses!
No wonder Brinton was so full of confidence today. It turned out that Snake had come!
The few of them walked down the steps with a smile. They were more prepared to greet their brothers who had come from Fides when they saw the dark muzzles of guns.
After a brief exchange of fire, a large number of family members dressed in dark formal wear and wearing fedoras got out of the cars. Lance sat in a small car, pointed at the Empire of the Night nightclub, and these people immediately rushed towards the nightclub.
The staff member who was working as a janitor and security guard on the first floor saw the dense crowd of people on the steps, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He turned and ran inside, “Lance’s men are attacking again!”
In an instant, the remaining members of the Viper Gang were in chaos. On the contrary, those customers sat quietly in their seats.
Everyone knew that Lance would never harm innocent people. If someone was harmed, then he must not be innocent!
For these people, this was more like an… interesting performance!
Some of them even showed a kind of excitement. Without the stimulation of alcohol, how could vulgar dances and the girls next to them be as exciting as a gang firefight?
The gunfire did not last too long. Lance’s men冲进 nightclub while shouting “Snake and Brinton are already dead” and “Kneel down with your hands up and you won’t be harmed.”
Except for a very few enemies who put up a stubborn resistance, most people ultimately chose to kneel and surrender.
Brinton was gone. If Snake was really gone too, then there was indeed no need for them to risk their lives for two dead ghosts.
The nightclub, which should have been difficult to attack, was completely taken down in less than ten minutes.
By the time Lance arrived at the performance hall, many people had already stood up to welcome him.
Among these people, some were from the middle class of the Empire District, some were from other districts. After all, the Empire of the Night had some fame before—Empire style!
It was just that after Brinton took over, there was no more Empire style here, and no liquor, so the business was indeed getting worse day by day.
But they could already foresee that this place would become good again, because Lance was back!
Lance stood on the stage, and below the stage were applause, whistles, and the sound of people calling his name. He smiled and raised his hands in a slightly modest gesture, “The liquor supply will be restored here soon, and there will be more girls and shows.”
“The little unpleasantness just now might have scared everyone, so to express my apologies, all consumption today is on the house…”
Amidst the enthusiastic support of the people, it took Lance more than ten minutes to return to the office on the fourth floor.
He sat back in that big red leather chair, patted the full armrests, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
The others also came into the room one after another. Lance looked at them, “So, what’s mine is ultimately mine. They not only have to give these back to me, but also with interest!”
“Take an inventory of how much military hardware Mr. Snake has sponsored us with. I heard there’s also some cash.”
“Who among you will go to Fides, get some liquor from Nick’s side, and send it to our friend Gallio. And by the way, ask Snake’s family if they know his bank account and password.”
Ennio squeezed out from the crowd, “I’ll go.”
Lance nodded, “Then you go do it. Tomorrow you pick some people, bring money and weapons.”
“I’ll communicate with Gallio first. If anything happens on the road, bring your life back. Nothing else is important.”
He emphasized a point, “Ennio, remember, us, friends, and enemies!”
Ennio nodded vigorously, “I won’t be soft-hearted, Lance.”
Lance looked at the others, “This is a war. The victors of the war begin to harvest the fruits that belong to the victors. No matter what decision we make about the losers, it is not too much.”
“Just like if we had lost, they should be holding knives to our necks right now, forcing us to tell them where the money is hidden and the bank account and password.”
“I believe that if you don’t say, they won’t loosen the ropes that bind you and give you a hug, telling you everything is in the past.”
“They will only cut your throat and blood vessels, using your death to threaten others.”
“Pity is for those who deserve our pity, but for our enemies, we must be as cold and ruthless as the winter wind.”
“Now, you still have a job to do. Get those bars back for me!”
Elvin asked from the side, “Should we take care of those who surrendered?”
Perhaps the first time Elvin killed someone, he still felt a trace of unease, but now, this was no longer something he paid much attention to.
This era, this country, has forged the two sides of every person.
This is not anyone’s fault, it is the fault of this era, the fault of this world.
Lance shook his head this time, “I said we won’t kill them, so we won’t kill them. Let them go back to Fides. This way, we can also spread the news of our deeds to the neighboring state.”
“This will be of great help for us to continue to expand our influence among the Empire immigrant community!”
Lance and the Lance Family, although not yet a great mountain, a backer, in the Empire immigrant community of Golden Port, they already had a lot of influence.
Many families and gangs want this, but Lance is not satisfied with his influence being only in Golden Port. He wants Likalai State, the East Coast, and even the entire Federation!
At this time when humility is not necessarily a good choice, only by being high-profile enough can one be more valuable, and safer!
Before 11:30, all the people in Golden Port who should know, knew that a Viper Gang brought over from Fides by the mayor had been eaten clean by Lance.
Some people were laughing, some were thinking, and Lance and the Lance Family also officially entered the social topics of the upper circle of Golden Port.
It wasn’t that they really recognized how strong or different Lance and the Lance Family were, it was just that Lance had slapped the outsider mayor in the face, which made them feel very relieved.
This kind of thing is like a little-known character causing the enemy’s general to suffer a loss, which is a very morale-boosting thing.
Although some of them had not yet realized how different Lance was, some people already felt that the structure of Golden Port might undergo a change in the near future.
The next day, the news that Brinton of the Viper Gang had been killed in a restaurant on the street quickly spread throughout the city.
However, the Golden Port police denied this statement. Both Precinct Chief Bruce and Chief Charlie stated that they had not received any related police reports.
“Everything is normal!”
This was their original words.
Of course, they also stated that if someone could provide evidence or was willing to be an eyewitness, the police would also initiate an investigation mechanism, but obviously no one did so.
Lukar also heard this news early in the morning. He immediately realized that an opportunity had come!
In fact, during this period, he had also found a relatively suitable Empire person to be an undercover agent. When he was receiving training in the capital, he met a senior agent from the Saelan City Bureau of Hazardous Materials.
This senior agent was an Empire immigrant, but he had immigrated relatively early and belonged to the fourth generation of immigrants, with only one-eighth Empire blood.
He grew up in the Federation since he was a child. Besides his ancestry, he was actually no different from the people of the Federation.
They called these people “localized immigrants,” and some people even gave them a discriminatory nickname.
But… this didn’t work on these already “spiritually assimilated” immigrant descendants, because they didn’t think of themselves as immigrant descendants. They firmly believed that they were people of the Federation.
When Lukar was chatting with this guy, the other party mentioned that someone in his family also wanted to work for the Bureau of Hazardous Materials, but was having trouble finding a good way.
So, Lukar had talked with him about a job that might be a little dangerous and required a reliable immigrant descendant with a clean background.
If the matter was successful, he could have Chief Dale specially recruit this undercover agent into the Golden Port Bureau of Hazardous Materials.
Whether it was being transferred back to Saelan City or staying in Golden Port, both were good development directions.
The other party agreed!