Dorian, leading the frantic charge, was filled with regret; the scenarios he had envisioned had largely failed to materialize.

The imagined scattering of the macaques upon a tree's fall was non-existent. The mercenaries, who should have been motivated by money, were chasing after them as if they were on a stimulant.

Thankfully, they had eyes in the sky, and under Antar's guidance, the trio quietly circled around, skirting the edge of the woods to reach the seaside.

Just as Dorian was about to step out of the woods, Antar's voice rang out...

"Don't come out. There's a sniper 300 meters to your south. Wait for a few minutes. I'll give you a signal, then you can come out."

Joja decisively retreated a few meters and leaned against a large tree, speaking to Kaman, "Take out the last two 'Broad Swords'. Once the Devil Bird fires, the people in the woods will come after us."

Kaman grinned, pulling out two Broad Swords from his backpack. After setting them up deep in the woods, he slowly retreated.

The old man coldly watched Dorian, who looked bewildered, and said, "You've made many mistakes today. You don't understand your enemies at all. No wonder the mob is forcing you to risk your life."

Dorian nodded seriously and said, "It's my fault..."

But then he added, somewhat unwillingly, "But it doesn't make sense. Why? How could mercenaries fight a war without getting paid?"

Joja patted Dorian's arm and said with a smile, "Why think so much? Mercenaries won't serve a boss who doesn't pay. If they're working so hard now, it means they're still getting paid.

But that's none of our concern now. All the members of the Mori family are dead, oh, except for a little daughter in America, but she's irrelevant."

Joja rubbed his nose and said with a smile, "I've had my revenge, but I regret that I can't tell anyone.

Being an arms dealer, 'instilling fear' is a basic quality, but I've done the deed and yet I dare not admit it..."

Kaman took off his night vision goggles and looked at Joja with his dim eyes, saying, "Boss, strength doesn't need to be acknowledged. As long as you can silence your enemies when necessary, that's enough!

When enough of your enemies are dead, people will naturally start to fear you!

Dragging people onto the streets and gutting them will indeed scare the average person, but it will attract more dangerous enemies.

Because to deal with a madman, they will also resort to a madman's methods."

Joja seemed to recall something, his tone somber as he said, "A true powerhouse commands respect from the heart of their enemies. I've seen such a person, but sadly, he died too soon."

It was the first time Joja had seen Kaman so emotional. He asked curiously, "Who are you talking about? How did he die?"

Kaman shook his head and said, "His name was Sentulu, a Rwandan from the Sito tribe. He led 200 men, kidnapped most of the doctors in the capital Kigali, and saved over 10,000 people during the Great TS.

Not only did the Sito people respect and love him, but even the Tuhu tribe respected him.

I saw a movie called 'Hotel Rwanda' in Kamu, but that's not the truth.

The white ghosts created a hero for Rwanda with a film, but I want to tell you, that's not true.

Ending violence requires violence too, but uncontrolled violence instills fear, whereas controlled, purposeful violence with a touch of humanity commands respect."

Kaman looked at Dorian, who seemed skeptical, and shook his head, "You must think he was beaten to death, right?"

Dorian shrugged and said, "If he was truly respected by everyone, how could he have died?"

Kaman was silent for a while, then said, "Alcohol killed him. I was just over twenty years old when I saw him, drunk to death in a thatched hut on the day the ceasefire in Rwanda was declared.

I still remember every word Sentulu said to me. He said we could be killers, but not madmen.

He said we only knew how to fight, so we should use our ability to fight for the right cause.

Later he died, and then I fought wars all my life, but in the end, I never figured out what the right thing was, so I ended up in North SD and never drank."

Kaman looked at Dorian with lifeless eyes and said, "It's easy to make people fear you. We could go back now and kill all those mercenaries, then chop off their limbs and carve words into their chests, so that everyone will fear our boss in the future.

A drug dealer dares to skin and flay people, displaying them on the streets.

But our boss can't do that. He should be a respected person, not a madman whom everyone fears but everyone wants dead..."

"Bang"

"Bang"

As Joja was somewhat taken aback, two muffled gunshots came from the sea...

"Retreat fast~"

Hearing Antar's call over the radio, Dorian rushed out of the woods ahead of Joja, stopped in the middle of the beach, turned around, raised his gun, and stood guard in the direction of the villa cliff.Joja patted Dorian on the shoulder as he reached his side, followed by a brief pause from Kaman as he passed by, then mimicking Joja, he too patted Dorian's shoulder and said, "Let's go."

The trio walked into the sea shrouded in darkness, swam about 200 meters, found several life jackets among the rocks, put them on, and quickly reached the massive rock where Antar and Nis were hiding.

What they didn't notice was that, beneath the cliff in the backyard of the villa, in a sloping recess, a middle-aged man with a gunshot wound in his arm had been watching them all along.

Due to the angle, the drones in the sky failed to detect his presence.

When two more explosions rang out from the woods, the man tossed aside his gun, stepped out from his hiding spot, and signaled to the possibly still-present sea snipers that he posed no threat, then with a wry smile, he headed south.

Once he entered the slums and confirmed that the sea snipers could no longer see him, he sat down in agony, took out his phone, and after the call connected, he said, "This is 'Gunfire', I'm injured, send someone to pick me up."

"…………"

"The others? My men are all dead, and I don't know about the temps, they're probably mostly dead too.

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "p𝑎wread.com".

Tell that woman, her intel was inaccurate. Our enemies aren't just from the Glory Society, there are also three ghosts and two super snipers.

The payment must be doubled, as I have a lot of compensation to hand out."

"…………"

Hearing the response on the other end of the phone, 'Gunfire' threw the phone away, then looking at a few locals peeking around, he pulled out a stack of bills and said, "Guys, the Mori family's people are all dead, you're free now.

Do me a favor, there are two bodies with long guns over there, help me clean up, and this money is all yours."

...

In the luxurious hotel in the center of Catania, Claudia, the youngest daughter of the Mori family, pushed a man in a wheelchair to the balcony of the luxurious suite.

Looking at the night view below, Claudia knelt beside the wheelchair, embracing the man's remaining leg and began to sob silently.

The man in the wheelchair, stroking Claudia's head, shook his head and said, "You did your best, and now you are the head of the Mori family.

Tomorrow, take down the Tinaro family. If you decide to stay in Catania, then I'll stay here with you."

As he spoke, the man in the wheelchair looked at Claudia's tearful eyes and chuckled, "You should know by now that 'Dupont' isn't as powerful as you thought, and a failure like me is even less noble.

I'm sorry I couldn't give you a top-tier high society life, but now it's time for me to make it up to you.

Maybe I'm not the 'Dupont' you imagined, but my mind is full of things you can't imagine, things that can help you bring the Mori family back to prosperity."

Claudia laid her face on the man's thigh and said, "Aaron, I love you, thank you!"

Aaron, the man in the wheelchair, showed a smile and softly said, "Even though I know it's a lie, I still love to hear it.

Go on, the DEA agents have already come from Portugal, it's time for you to leave.

All the mercenaries you hired are dead, and the 'Blood Spider' people can't show their faces. I'll talk to the CIA, have them arrange a black ops team to support your operation.

You need to move fast, get ahead of the other mafias, and take over the main businesses of the Mori and Tinaro families.

Don't touch drugs anymore, integrate your brother's channels with the Tinaro family's drug channels, I want to exchange them for something more valuable.

The Mori family's past business has problems, but you can turn this situation around.

I don't know if we can become chess players in this lifetime, but we can start by being the most useful pawns."

Claudia, who had been sorrowful just moments ago, stood up, held Aaron's cheeks, and kissed him lightly, then looking into her husband's eyes, she said passionately, "I know you can, we definitely can!"

With that, Claudia kissed Aaron forcefully again, then as she walked out, she said, "But you're wrong about me, I love you, more and more, not because you're 'Dupont', but because you're Aaron.

You have unparalleled wisdom, just lacking a platform to showcase it.

Now we have it!"

Aaron, watching his wife leave the room through the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window, held the empty trouser leg in his left hand, his face revealing a bitter smile...

"I know, I know it all..."

...

Unaware of the events unfolding in Catania, Joja took a long detour in a rubber dinghy, eventually landing on a deserted beach to the south of Catania.The past few hours had been thrilling. The moment Joja landed on the shore, he lay on the sandy beach strewn with pebbles, taking deep breaths while gazing at the starry sky and said, "We're leaving tomorrow, heading to Tunisia!

After a chat with 'the Professor', we'll head to Sardinia for scuba diving training.

Swimming in the sea today, I realized the water is not just salty but also bitter. I never want to drink water again!"