In the hall of Prosper Chamber of Commerce.
Russell had a cigarette in his mouth. He sat on the sofa, looking like an Emperor.
"Mr. Bleddy, these people... Next..."
A burly bodyguard asked respectfully. There was a shocking scene behind him.
Dozens of old men and middle-aged men were slumping on the ground. Some of them had dislocated limbs, while others had a pool of blood under them...
This looked like a living hell.
However, the man making that happen was watching all of this casually as if he was just a passerby.
"What a pity! Only these people came today.
"These old fellows who dared to revoke my position...
"I don't want to see these old bastards. Throw them all out!"
After that, Russell took a drag on his cigarette and let out a long breath. There was flickering firelight.
The bodyguard immediately leaned forward and cupped his hands.