His hands trembled as he picked up the envelope and carefully tore it open.
On the snow-white letter paper, there were only seven Chinese characters written in fountain pen, the black characters flowing and elegant, penetrating the back of the paper:
Join the Dragon Gang, or die!
When he was young, Brulong had been to China and stayed there for five or six years, so he still knew some simple Chinese characters.
“He…he really came…” Andrea’s dentures rattled, her face filled with panic.
I had heard of Lin Dong's mystery and power before, but that was all hearsay.
Only when I saw it with my own eyes did I realize that my neck felt chilly.
They were able to easily sneak into the heavily guarded Camole Building and leave a letter without making a sound.
With such incredible abilities, it would be a piece of cake for others to take the heads of these so-called big shots.
That's terrifying!
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The next morning.
Having not slept all night, the five members of the Blue Lang group stood on the helipad atop the Camole Building, watching the rising sun in the east bathe the distant skyscrapers in gold.
The street corner downstairs was filled with heavily armed Mafia members.
Five trucks had just turned the corner and slowly drove into the building's underground parking garage.
These vehicles contain all the ledgers and secrets accumulated by the five Camole families over 230 years.
This was something they ordered their family members to bring from their secret family chamber overnight, which can be considered as the Camole Mafia officially submitting to the Dragon Gang and presenting Lin Dong with a "pledge of allegiance".
"Are you really going to burn it?" Luca stroked his ancestral silver-plated revolver.
This pistol, made in 1890, once helped him kill 17 enemies outside the gang, but now it will be reduced to ashes along with the personal belongings of four other big shots.
"burn."
Brullen took out his gold pocket watch and threw it into the gasoline can at his feet without a second thought.
The other four people gritted their teeth and threw their beloved items into the bucket as well.
Flames rose.
They were all reminded of their ancestors, the last vestiges of the old-school mafia's arrogance in this new era.
According to the tradition of the Camolei organization.
In the past, any gang or force that surrendered to them had to hold the same ceremony.
Fate has taken many twists and turns, and today it has come to their turn.
On the rooftop of the building, the first rays of dawn were just beginning to appear.
At this moment, the five godfathers, four men and one woman, knelt before the burning gasoline drum, each slashing their palms with a dagger.
Five drops of bright red blood dripped into the simmering filling.
Brulang led the way, reciting a vow in broken Chinese:
"We, in the name of our ancestors of all the tribes of Camolai, pledge our allegiance to the Dragon Gang by blood, and vow never to betray them..."
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