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Chapter 122

Desmond was increasingly displeased to see more merchants gathering downstairs. In his world, fists, sticks, and knives represented authority, power, and money. These bastards had been under his control for almost three years, but they still dared to betray him and reminisce when the Johnson family was in charge. He emptied the ashtray by the window, showering everyone with ashes. Then, he viciously slammed the ashtray down from the fifth floor, nearly hitting an elderly man. He pointed at the crowd and cursed, "You freeloaders! Instead of doing business and making money to pay me rent, you come here to challenge my authority. Do you think this kid can actually beat me?" Many wanted to fight back but didn't dare utter a word. After all, Desmond was well-connected in the underworld. He was rumored to have taken numerous lives and even possessed firearms. Cyrus also addressed the crowd, "Let's disperse for now. This scum of the underworld, this trash of the medicinal world, Desm

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