Mountain Foot Street, as the name suggested, was a street at the foot of the mountain.
If it was in other places, a place with such a name would be the most inconspicuous, but it was different in Flame City.
Because …
Great Swamp lived on the mountain.
The closer the street to the mountain, the wealthier and more prosperous it was.
When one arrived at the foot of the mountain, the prosperity and wealth exceeded one's imagination, especially in terms of security, it was even more astonishing.
Not only were there fixed police outposts and patrol cars every 15 minutes, but most importantly, the people who lived in the area were not lacking in professional bodyguards.
Outposts in the open and hidden, together with modern technology, made every building at the foot of the mountain look like an impregnable castle.
Because of that, some things became bolder.
A black limousine drove into one of the building's gates, went around the fountain in front of the gate, and went through three security checks before stopping in front of the main building's long hall.
The driver and the bodyguard in the passenger seat opened the door for their master without the need for the master's servant.
An extremely fat but short man walked out of the limousine.
He was in the prime of his life, but his skin was extremely loose, the two chunks of flesh under his eyes pulled over his cheeks, making him look like a pug.
Though, he wasn't as cute as a pug.
His gloomy expression and vicious triangular eyes would make anyone who saw him feel uncomfortable.
But even so, he was a lot more comfortable than the one who came after him.
It was the same black limousine, the same sharp and fierce driver and bodyguard.
The difference was that the one who came down was a bald man instead of a fat man.
The bald man's face was covered in scars and he didn't have a right hand, but what caught people's attention was the clothes and accessories on his body.
The black clothes were emanating a luster that common clothes didn't have under the light, yet it wasn't as stiff as common leather clothes.
It was soft and smooth.
The knitting was meticulous.
When the pale white buttons adorned the clothes, it further emphasized the extraordinariness of the clothes.
However, those who knew the background of the clothes didn't want to take an extra glance at the clothes.
The short fat man even mocked him.
"Kanbeck, even if you are wearing clothes knitted from a woman's hair, you don't look any prettier."
Amidst the sharp voice, the short fat man took the cigar from his men.
"At least it's better than a mangy dog barking crazily."
The bald scar-faced man sneered.
At the same time, he strode towards the other party.
The short fat man's expression didn't change as he puffed out a cloud of smoke. The accompanying bodyguard stepped forward and stood in front of the bald scar-faced man.
"Get lost!"
The bald scarred man snorted coldly.
The bodyguard in front of him did not move at all.
He did not answer, nor did he move.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense, and the bodyguards behind the bald man with a scar pulled out their guns.
One side took out a gun, and the other did not want to be outdone.
The gun in his hand was also pointed at the opponent.
As for the core of both sides, the short fatty and the bald scar-faced man, who were pointed at by the guns, did not react at all, as if the two guns did not exist.
"Gentlemen."
"You came here to discuss some matters, not to show off your prowess."
The voice came from inside the building and was very far away, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone in the hall.
The short fatty raised his eyebrows as he looked at the bald scar-faced man.
Happy pursed his lips without batting an eyelid.
Then, both of them waved their hands at the same time.
The men from both sides stepped back, and both of them walked into the building side by side.
Throughout the short process, both of them were exchanging glances from time to time.
It seemed like both of them were not as hostile as they looked on the surface.
Or rather …
When facing a stronger enemy, the two of them were forced to work together.
They went through a uniquely decorated corridor.
In a study, the two of them saw the owner of the place: an elderly man with white hair and a benevolent smile on his face.
However, both of them would not be fooled by the kindness on the surface.
They knew the background of the elderly man very well.
In Flame City, all the firearms, drugs, human trafficking and other businesses came from this elderly man.
In simple words, compared to the elderly man who kept a low profile, the two of them, who were feared by the people, were like children who had just learned how to walk.
In fact, in Pisker's eyes, both of them were like children playing a game.
Whether it was their attitude towards the business.
Or was it to show him the so-called 'hostility'?
It was so childish and ridiculous.
The reason why he kept the two of them alive was because to him, the two of them were dispensable and still of some use to him.
For example, today.
"Did you hear about the incident at Dublin Street?"
Pisker leaned back on the sofa like an old man and asked slowly.
"Yes, I did.
Never thought Footer has a brother like this.
He is much more direct than Footer. "
The bald scar-faced man nodded.
"Is that really Footer's brother?"
The elderly man asked.
"Yes.
He really is Footer's brother. I've sent my men to ask Footer and he admitted it himself.
That guy is really an idiot!
How could he fall into Oaker's trap and fall into his own trap? "
The short fatty said and couldn't help but show a mocking smile out of habit.
"Yeah, I thought Footer would be the one I need to nurture after you two, who would've thought …"
"How's his brother?
"Have you sent anyone to contact them?"
The old man sighed and continued to ask.
"Nope.
But I don't think there's a need to contact him.
"He's just a reckless guy."
There's no need to contact him. "
"Yes!
This kind of bastard will only bring us trouble!
"What we need now is a stable development, not a fight!"
Both of them shook their heads at the same time and reached a rare consensus.
"If that's the case …"
"One of you go and kill him!"
Kill his man and take charge of Dublin Street. "
The old man muttered to himself for a moment before replying.
Dublin Street!
The short fatty and the bald scar-faced man's eyes shone.
Then, just a moment ago, they were still united against a common enemy, but in an instant, they collapsed.
"Leave it to me!"
"Why should I leave it to you?"
"I have more men!"
"My men are more powerful!"
The argument started after they voiced out in unison.
The elderly man looked at the argument with a smile, he didn't have the slightest intention to stop it.
It was what he wanted to see, why would he stop it?
As for that new cousin of Footer?
Although it was a pity to lose a pawn that was worth training.
But compared to that person's plan, it was nothing.
Just as Pisker was thinking about how the short fatty and the bald scar-faced man's argument reached its climax, he was trying to get more benefits for himself but knocks came from the window.
Ding Ding Ding!
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