Chapter 349: London Falls!

Francesco Petrarca returned to the hotel with a weary face.

He had met some big shots tonight and discussed a bit of business, feeling somewhat excited.

If everything went as planned, it could significantly expand Camorra's influence elsewhere.

"Where's Jada?"

He got out of the car and didn't see his son, frowning as he asked.

His subordinates looked around and whispered to him about his son's involvement with women.

"That bastard!" Francesco Petrarca cursed, furious. He couldn't understand why, being a hero himself, he had fathered such a mediocrity.

He actually had three sons; the eldest died young, the second was killed in a fight, and the third, a spoiled child from a young age, was now the only successor to continue the family lineage.

Just like that?

Once he was dead, he was sure others would wipe his son out.

"Call him and tell him to come back dead or alive!" Francesco Petrarca said, showing his frustration.