Ribs had never imagined such an outcome. He didn't know what to do for a moment and just stood there in a daze.
Time seemed to stand still, and only Thorne's gagged whimpering was particularly harsh.
After a while, Ribs slowly raised his head and glanced at Thorne's distorted face.
Just for this old thing... Ao Guanhai lost a leg and left without even saying goodbye!
If I don't kill Thorne today, how can I ever get over this anger?!
Ribbs' right hand reached behind his waist like lightning, pulled out a shiny black Colt "Python" revolver, and pointed it directly at Thorne's forehead.
Thorne took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and prepared to face death.
At this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a burly figure and another agile figure rushed in almost at the same time!
It was the Butcher and Fox! They had obviously just heard the news, and both of them had expressions of horror that were difficult to conceal.
The butcher had just stood still, his metal prosthetic supporting his staggering figure. Fox was even quicker, subconsciously reaching out to press down on Ribbs's gun-holding arm, but he forced himself to hold back, only growling in a hurried voice, "Brother! Don't be impulsive!"
Ribbs's pistol remained unmoved, his voice suppressed and hoarse: "Butcher! Fox! You've come just in time, come and see with your own eyes the old man's head explode!"
"Brother! We all know the contents of Guan Hai's letter..." Fox spoke quickly, "He knew he couldn't change your mind, so he left without saying goodbye. Otherwise, let's listen to him this time! If not for Thorne, even if it's to fulfill my brother's last request..."
The butcher also spoke breathlessly: "Boss! That bastard Guan Hai left without saying goodbye. He doesn't want you to be stained with blood! He doesn't want to see his brothers fill him up again! He said... He's afraid that the next time it will be one of us who is lying down!"
Ribs' expression was slightly stunned, and he was obviously hesitant.
Fox immediately emphasized his tone: "Brother! Don't you understand what Guan Hai means?! He just doesn't want you to kill more people because of that leg!"
Reeves' body trembled violently. The "Giant Python" in his hand was still cold and heavy, and the murderous intent gathered at the muzzle almost tore through the air.
Thorne on the ground was always jumping back and forth on the edge of life and death, and at this time he had completely fallen into dementia.
"Brother! Just give that kid Guan Hai some face!" The butcher shouted almost pleadingly, "He's gone! Just listen to him this time! It's not worth dirtying your hands for such an old piece of trash!"
"Bang!"
There was a dull thud. It wasn't a gunshot, but Ribbs slamming the muzzle of his gun into the door frame! A deep dent was made in the solid mahogany door frame!
He turned stiffly, his back to everyone, facing the neon cityscape outside the window that belonged to him, bought with blood and strategy, and growled, "Get that old bastard out! Don't show up in my sight again!"
Alfred listened, turned around and gestured to the bodyguard.
The bodyguard at the door released his grip on Thorne and roughly pushed him out of the ward.
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Outside the window, the neon lights of Chicago were still bright. Ribs stood at the pinnacle of power in Chicago, but at this moment he could not accept that his brother had suddenly left without saying goodbye.
The Butcher and Fox held their breath and exchanged a worried look.
"...Damn it!" Ribs turned around abruptly and sat down heavily on the empty bed next to him. "Ao Guanhai...this idiot..."
"Brother, Guan Hai... he definitely won't betray us." The butcher dragged his prosthetic leg forward a step and said in a muffled voice, "He just... it wasn't easy for him to save his life, and he's afraid of bringing any of us down."
Fox chimed in, his tone resigned, "Yeah, big brother. You let him enjoy himself, he has the casino and the foundation, but we're still living on the edge of death every day. He's not cut out for it. Going away might be a relief for him."
Ribs didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, the coldness and hardness that belonged to the Speaker and the Street Godfather slowly returned.
"It's better to let him rest for a while." Reeves made a decision and looked at Alfred. "Arrange people to find him quietly and keep an eye on him. Don't disturb him, but make sure he is safe and determine his whereabouts. Once he settles down... then we'll see what happens."
"Understood, Speaker." Alfred nodded immediately.
Ribs stood up, glanced at the butcher and Fox, and regained his leader's coldness and efficiency.
"Butcher," Reeves' tone left no room for doubt, "The Black Rabbit Casino is our foundation. You must continue to manage the casino well, strengthen security, and don't let the last incident happen again!"
The butcher nodded heavily, his metal prosthetic arm pausing on the floor. "Understood, Boss! Don't worry about the casino! Once the Crips are defeated, no one in Chicago will dare to mess with us again."
Ribbs turned his gaze to Fox. "Fox, you are responsible for the security of the Blue Roof Project. Bring our people to closely monitor every step. If the subcontractor dares to cheat in the foundation construction, if the steel bar or cement is under-graded, or if the surveillance camera is blind...you will follow the most stringent clause in the security contract."
"Yes, Speaker!" Fox's lips curled into a cold smile. "I guarantee that even a rat that gets into the construction site pipes will be included in my briefing. Anyone at Keystone Construction who still wants to stay in Chicago knows how to write the 'Black Rabbit Standard.'"
After finishing his words, Fox suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Boss, what about the security company...the one Ao Guanhai used to run?"
Reeves paced back and forth a few times, and finally said, "Well... the daily operations of the security company and the armed forces on the street can't be left idle. There must be someone who understands the rules, can get things done, and can keep the situation under control."
"We don't have enough manpower..." He paused for two seconds, as if weighing the candidates in his mind, and then clearly said the name: "I want to ask Klune to come over."
Ribbs saw clearly that Klune was ambitious, a man who longed for greater territory and a higher position. Now that the Red Bloods had absorbed the remnants of the Crips, Klune's experience in integrating street power and experience was perfectly suited to his needs.
Fox and the butcher were both stunned.
Kron? The new leader of the Red Blood Gang? They'd worked together before, but was he supposed to directly take over the core of Black Rabbit Security?
Libus noticed the two men's doubts. He turned around, his eyes deep, and said, "Krune is quite interesting. He and the Red Blood Gang have done well in New York. I want to expand our Black Rabbit's influence to New York. He's a good candidate."
After hearing this, the two brothers nodded and said nothing more.
"Alfred," Ribbs ordered, "Contact Kroon. Tell him I was very satisfied with our last cooperation and invite him to come to our Black Rabbit Security for an interview..."
"Understood, Speaker." Alfred bowed and responded, his fingers already starting to send messages quickly on the encrypted phone in his pocket.
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