"I have saved this life... I don't want to see anyone bury me in a grave again!"
"You'll have to pay for what you've done sooner or later. I don't want to see my brothers' bodies gone missing..."
The chill in these words penetrated time and hit the heart of Ribbs, who was at the pinnacle of power at that moment.
He, the Speaker of the Chicago City Council, controls police affairs, influences the governor, and can make things happen with a wave of his hand. He has just held the blueprint for the future of this city in his palm.
He owns casinos, foundations, and security companies, and possesses enough wealth and power to last for generations. In the eyes of the world, he stands at the absolute top of the Chicago food chain.
But why... at this moment I don’t feel the pleasure of being in control of everything?
Deep in the depths of Libus's heart, it seemed that Guanhai's words quietly pried open a crack in a solid corner.
It was a profound experience of price—the price of power, the price of revenge, the price of constantly climbing. The price paid was the injuries and blood of brothers, and the constant wear and tear of a part of one's own humanity.
Refund?
The thought only flashed through my mind for a moment.
The next second, a hideous picture fiercely tore through the void - Thorne's old face, in his office in New York, might be holding a glass of wine and sneering, mocking his brother Reeves for becoming a cripple!
Swish!
Ribs' eyes snapped open.
The face reflected in the car window instantly became as cold as iron. All hesitation and fatigue were swept away by the sudden biting cold wind, leaving only the icy murderous intent.
The air pressure inside the car suddenly dropped to freezing point.
Alfred, who was driving, keenly caught the drastic change in the eyes in the rearview mirror, and almost at the same moment, his muscles tensed.
Ribbs's gaze penetrated the front windshield, his lips were pressed into a cold straight line, and his jaw line was as tense as a blade about to be unsheathed.
"Thorne..." The two words came out from between his teeth, with a bloody smell, "The old man hasn't paid for Guan Hai's leg yet."
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