Tripod

Most people are born ordinary, but there are always some who, despite being born ordinary, aspire to greatness.
From an exploited undocumented worker to the godfather of the dark;
From those who obey the rules at the bottom of society, to the emperor behind the scenes who makes the rules;
The country belongs to the federation when the sun shines, but it belongs to me when the night falls!
"Sometimes, shadows can not only be as vast as light but can even cover it!"
"We never extort anyone, every penny we make can pass through our conscience."
If someone knocks on your door at night, they either bring my regards or brings the destruction for your arrogance.
As for what you will get, it depends on how you choose, my friend!

Empire of Shadows

Heller had been smoking at his desk non-stop, one cigarette after another.


Not that he finished every one, at least not initially.


But soon, he would take just three or four, maybe five puffs from each one before letting it burn slowly between his fingers, then snuffing it out in the ashtray.


Without something to hold, he felt uneasy.


At this moment, cigarettes represented not merely a consumable, but also a psychological comfort.


"Nothing unexpected will happen, will it?"


He glanced at the other two trusted subordinates in his office, one seated and the other standing. The standing man confirmed Heller's belief, "No accidents, boss."


"Though I hate to admit it, I must acknowledge that our guys are all professional gangsters whose crimes are so numerous they make your skin crawl."


"Just a small gang of former dock workers barely scraping by, they're no match for us."


Chapter 143: Who is the Clown and Understanding