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All the elders in the gang know about James' style of doing things.

Without absolute certainty, it would have been impossible for James to raise this issue so rashly. It is certainly not unreasonable for Kingpin to rely on him so much.

But if what James said is true, it means that among everyone present... there must be a traitor!

"Who did this? Come forward and don't implicate other people..." The speaker was still the old man in blue suit sitting on the left side of James. He looked around at everyone in the conference room and said, "I can make a guarantee here. As long as you stand up now, I can put aside this old face and ask for mercy from the Boss, and deal with it leniently."

"Simon, what do you mean? Are you the only one here who is loyal to the Boss, and the rest of us are like traitors?" Before the old man in a blue suit finished speaking, a slightly fat middle-aged man said with some dissatisfaction.

"Issac, why are you so excited? Old Simon just wants to find the traitor, and he is not targeting you." A black man dressed like a rock star stared at the fat man and said, "Could it be that... Are you feeling guilty?"

"You fart!"

The slightly fat middle-aged man was furious. He slammed the table and stood up. He roared at the black man with a red face and a thick neck: "Martin, you damn nigger, are you brave enough to say that again? Believe it or not, I will blow your tongue." Pull it out and stuff it into your ass?!"

"Fuck! How dare you scold me? I'm just kidding you. Do you want to challenge me? Come on!" The black man was also furious.

"That's enough -" James frowned slightly, looking a little impatient.

When James spoke, the two people who were about to fight fell silent instantly. Although they were still staring at each other with eyes that could kill Deadman, no one dared to say another word.

Because everyone present knew that Secretary James was a voracious eater.

Although he usually looks polite and doesn't talk much, the number of people he tortured to death is enough to fill half a conference room. Who dares not to give him face?

Even some of the big shots in the gang would give him a three-point shot when they saw him.

Because to a certain extent, he can be regarded as Jin Bin's spokesperson. Anyone who doesn't give him face doesn't give Jin Bin face.

Who in New York City would dare not give Kingpin face? Don't you think you can die quickly enough?

"This is my last chance. I'll count down to ten. If you stand up before I finish counting, this matter will end with you. No harm will come to your family... But if no one comes forward when I finish counting, I'm afraid there will be trouble. It’s a bit unpleasant…”

As he said that, James started counting regardless of what everyone present felt.

"Ten, nine, eight..." James counted down not too slowly, basically one count per second.

Everyone present looked at me, and I looked at you, wanting to see if anyone would come forward.

"Five, four, three..." James continued counting.

Yet no one came forward.

"two……"

"one!"

After counting to ten, James suddenly stood up, shrugged and said, "No matter who that person is, don't say that I didn't give you a chance, it's because you don't cherish it, because what you will face next is something that even I feel... It’s a bit of a cruel situation…”

Snapped! Snapped!

James clapped his hands gently twice.

As his applause rang out, the door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and three people walked in.

Walking on the left was a man with a ferocious face, as if his face had been disfigured by chemicals. His right hand looked very strange. There was no palm, and even the arm had a metallic appearance, which seemed to be a prosthetic limb.

Walking in the middle was a red-haired woman who looked hotly dressed and had a sexy figure. She was wearing fishnet stockings, a tight leather jacket that flattered her figure, and a short skirt. She was looking at her with a seductive expression. Attracting everyone.

The one on the far right is a man covered in a blue uniform. Since the uniform covers his face, it’s hard to see what he looks like. The most eye-catching thing about him is probably the uniform mask. That circular symbol on the forehead.

When they saw these three people walking in, some people in the conference room were a little confused.

But the faces of the older ones, including the old man in blue suit who spoke first, all changed drastically!

Because they recognized the identities of the three people instantly!

‘Executioner’!

‘Typhoid Mary’!

And ‘Bullseye’!

These three people are all Kingpin's ace killers, specializing in getting rid of those troublesome enemies for him!

The real old people in the gang are definitely no strangers to these three people.

No wonder James said that even he felt a little cruel about the situation he would face next... Because compared to the styles of these three people, James' methods were as gentle as a white rabbit...

However, just as the three of them walked in, a sudden change occurred!

The old man in a blue suit who was originally sitting next to James' left hand grabbed James' wrist and pulled him over. At the same time, he clasped James' throat with his right hand like an eagle's claw!

"Old Simon, are you crazy?!" The others were shocked.

"Shut up, everyone!"

The old man in the blue suit roared ferociously, then looked at the three people who had just walked in, and said viciously: "Let me go. I will let him go when I get away, otherwise I will crush his throat!"