The already nerve-wracking atmosphere reached a peak of horror at this moment.
People stared at the bloody organs in front of them and noisily checked with the people around them to confirm how many people had left just now.
But regardless of whether the number of people they heard from their companions matched their own memories, they actually already had the answer in their hearts.
The man who had just stood up was completely confused. These were all old friends who had followed Malone through life and death in the past, and now Mike Cambino actually killed him at the drop of a hat?!
Stimulated, he immediately picked up the knife on the table and rushed towards Mike, but before he could reach him, he was surrounded by workers in the warehouse and suppressed him.
"Your current status is that you are all members of the cigar club. If you walk out of this door, you will become my enemy. Do you still expect me to be merciful?" Mike picked up the napkin and wiped off the oil stains on his hands, looking at each other coldly.
"You...you tyrant..." The other party bit his lip and cursed fiercely.
Mike chuckled: "There are many people following me. Ask them, is being cruel to the enemy a tyrant?"
Mike pointed to the scrawled dock map again, and then said to everyone: "Gather information for me, and the Cambino family will accept you again."
"The Cigar Club is very guarded about the transactions at the dock. We are old members of the Cambino family, and we do not have the full trust of Charlie Rossiter. If we are caught prying around, we will die."
Someone once again emphasized the difficulty of the task, but Mike didn't give them a step at all and replied expressionlessly: "After that night, I was hiding alone in Renekton, like a rat in the gutter, it could happen at any time.
Losing one's life, who has never been involved in danger? If you choose to come back, you will have to start a war with the Cigar Society. If you retreat now, how will the war proceed in the future?"
His words indeed left those who stayed speechless to refute, and even the guy who wanted to assassinate Mike could only groan while holding back his resentment.
Mike put his hands on the table and looked at everyone: "So what are the answers you gave me?"
After hearing this, people whispered to each other, and finally they all nodded in agreement, fled the scene anxiously, and soon disappeared.
After they all left, Mike sat in the warehouse and stared at the door, when a bearded man came in from outside and walked up to Mike.
"Just let them go? I guess those guys will try to deceive you."
Mike folded his hands on his chest and raised the corners of his mouth: "Today's meeting, I have already leaked it to the Cigar Club in advance. Charlie Rossiter will know that some old members of the Campino family secretly met with Mike Campino.
What do you think he will do?"
The bearded man was slightly startled and blurted out: "Kill them? Or kill them as a warning to others?"
Mike had a smile on his lips: "No matter what Charlie does, they will not have an easy time at the cigar club. Working for me is the best choice."
"What if they team up with Charlie to provide you with false information?" the bearded man continued to question.
Mike put down his hands indifferently: "So in fact, I had no intention of really accepting them. They are just tools to achieve their goals."
The bearded face changed slightly, and the look he looked at Mike gradually became complicated.
He reminded Mike: "If we do this, those gangsters from the past will no longer come back to help us."
Mike has his own opinion on this: "The people who really follow the Cambino family wholeheartedly have already returned when I walked out of the court more than a month ago, such as you... and now this group of people,
They just saw that I had regained a foothold in the dock area and wanted to come over and use my past qualifications to gain benefits."
The bearded man frowned and said nothing.
"It's time to bring in a new batch of blood. I need people who are willing to follow me, not my father..."
After Mike finished speaking, he stood up, when a call suddenly sounded in his mind.
"Mike Cambino..."
His whole body trembled, and he immediately realized who the voice was.
"Mr. Yi!"
…
Today, a storm broke out in the eastern wilderness. There was lightning and thunder outside, and many loose wood piles or poultry were blown away. People hid in their homes and did not dare to go out.
The wanderers who are far away in the wilderness are unlucky. The luckiest among them can find damp caves to take shelter, but most of them can only resist in the wilderness. It can be expected that after the storm, there will be water on the ground.
There will be a lot of poor corpses.
The Youbo refugees were very lucky. There were five of them, four men and one woman. They found a cave in the forest before the storm came and hid in it.
They threw the sundries and baggage into the innermost part, found hay and firewood in the cave, and built a fire, leaning against each other to keep warm.
After the temperature in the cave gradually rose, the four men slowly moved towards the only woman...
As he moved his hands up and down, a lewd atmosphere gradually filled the cave.
Suddenly, there was a sound of lightning, and another figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.
It was a man with long hair. His appearance was different from that of Bain and Valentan. His black eyes stared coldly at the four men and one woman inside.
The good thing was interrupted when a male refugee immediately put on his clothes, picked up a sharpened spear and pointed it at the uninvited guest.
"Who the hell are you! Get out."
The long-haired man stared at the other person. Everyone, including the disheveled woman, looked at him with vigilance and hostility.
Looking at the weapons in their hands, the long-haired man said calmly: "I have no ill intentions, I just want to use this place to escape the storm outside, so friends, are you willing to give me this cave?"
"
Although the words were nice and the words were very polite, the request was based on gangster logic.
The five refugees immediately became angry, and they were about to yell, but suddenly, for some reason, these guys seemed to feel that the long-haired man's "goodwill" was real, so they strangely put down each other's weapons.
"We are friends, aren't we?" The long-haired man nodded slightly.
"...Um...yes...friends, we are all friends."
"Friends should help each other, right? So can you please give me a convenience?" the long-haired man continued to puzzle.
With just these few words, no one expected that these five refugees would be really moved by him.
They put on messy clothes, carried miscellaneous luggage on their backs, left the cave as expected, walked into the lightning and thunder storm outside, and quickly disappeared.
The long-haired man walked to the campfire and sat down. Immediately afterwards, the other two companions who were waiting at the entrance of the cave also rushed in.
They are Adolf and Kino.
Adolf put down his backpack and squatted by the campfire to dry off the water stains on his body.
Kino took out some strange meat from his bag, hid in the corner and gnawed it.
"You should let me deal with them. Letting them go may expose our whereabouts."
Adolf said to the long-haired man.
The long-haired man was the man they met not long ago who called himself "Ethan Hawke", a Sarcenian who haunted the eastern lands.
After hearing this, Ethan shook his head and said: "There is no need for our hands to be stained with blood. Nature will let them sleep in the storm outside forever."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thunder outside the cave resounded through the sky like a dragon's roar.
