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La Hiena, in his years of being a mafia lord, knew which plans would take off and be successful. He also knew which plans would crash and burn almost immediately.

It was HOPELESS. His contact inside Chengshi was not someone who could help him. That man was too lovestruck—even if he did not care to admit it. He was saying that he was scared that his mistress would have been exposing him, but that was not the main reason. He loved that little feeble scientist of his.

La Hiena sighed deeply. Was nothing going to go right in this? He wanted to admit defeat. He had a drug business to run. He should not even bother with the Qings. He should just go into another country, kick the mafia that was handling narcotics on that place, and be the source of supply there.

It could have been that easy, but doing so would be saying that the Qings won and that was not something that he would want carved on his tombstone. He was not going to be bested by a boy in his twenties.