After the autumn wood

Having traveled to America in the year 1862, this was the beginning of a dream, the finest of times.
What constitutes a true master of success?
Having some notable descendants hardly counts for anything.
To build an Oil Empire alongside Rockefeller
To place Carnegie on the throne of the steel magnate
To help Ford propel the industrialization of automobiles worldwide
To lead Edison to monopolize the future of the electrical industry
To be an Angel Investor for Morgan's capital
Hear this, applause!

American success master

Sergei sat in a chair, his trembling hands somewhat uncontrollable as gunfire sporadically erupted.


A barrage of gunfire came from afar, clearly, Langya had prepared for any surprise attacks from behind.


Those adept in warfare possess no glorious military achievements; without a doubt, Langya's ascendancy proved his capabilities and methods.


What followed was a group of battle-hardened individuals slaughtering a group of miners, who had experience in brawling but only with fists and feet.


According to the original script, by now Hyena should have surrounded Langya, attacking from both sides, besieged on all fronts.


Sergei couldn't help picking up a dust-covered Bible, knowing only God could save him now.


"Boss!" Tretov's former right-hand man, Severed Hand, approached, his gaze fixed on Sergei engrossed in his book.


"Arrived? I don't believe in God! He never saved anyone!" Sergei tossed the Bible onto the ground.


Crazy 820