He was spotless, his expensive suit without a single wrinkle, forming a shocking contrast to the bloody hell around him.

It was not until this moment that Alfred truly glimpsed the deeper and more terrifying truth hidden beneath power, wealth and system skills.

Power. Pure, raw, unreal power!

Those rumors about his rapid rise, how he escaped from street fights, how he turned defeat into victory in gang wars...the "luck" and "courage" that Chicagoans talked about so much...Alfred understood it all now.

That wasn't luck. That was power! A mysterious power that could create things out of thin air, a power that could grant fighting instincts that ordinary people couldn't even imagine! A power that allowed him to ignore rules, trample on order, and tear apart all obstacles with the most violent gesture in desperate situations!

"Alfred, go away! You have nothing to do here. What remains is the account between me, Morgan, and those three big guys!" Reeves' cold order came.

Alfred knew that if he stayed, he would only become a meaningless sacrifice in the coming, even more terrifying storm.

What the Speaker needs is not helpers, but absolute solitude to carry out a pure and thorough liquidation.

Alfred didn't hesitate at all, nor did he ask any unnecessary questions.

He didn't look at the pool of blood on the ground, nor did he look at the IRS agents who once represented federal authority but were now cold corpses.

He just straightened his back and bowed deeply to Ribbs at an angle of more than ninety degrees.

This bow lasted for several seconds.

No one could see his expression with his lowered head, but his silent movements carried so much - years of loyal service, the cold anger of being betrayed, the ultimate awe of that god-like power, and... the final look at the person who knew that the road ahead would be hell but still determined to move forward.

He stood up again, turned around, and walked silently and calmly through the room filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, without looking back.

And in the study, Ribs exhaled softly, "Morgan... Let's start with you first!"