Chapter 500: It's Not Alice Smith At All

"Patriarch, I never thought that in such a short time, Max Sully could develop to this extent." Stuart Truman glanced at the security guards patrolling in front of the hotel, without a doubt, they were all carrying at least one handgun.

Joshua Sulliven lit a cigarette and said, "Max has always been skilled, but his sister didn't allow him to get involved in the underworld. Since Jackson Sully went to prison, he's been able to spread his wings, so it's not surprising that he's in this position now."

Stuart nodded and called some people over to be on their guard, "However, since today is Jackson Sully's funeral, it's not surprising that he's heavily guarded."

"This hotel should be one of Max's strongholds. His sister is dead, so all his underlings have to attend." Joshua spoke indifferently, and the cigarette in his hand shone notably in the somewhat gloomy weather.