"Luther? Of course not!" Luciano laughed, "Do you remember your once good brother Randall Heyman?"
Hubert Lewis was startled; in an instant, the figure of Randall Heyman appeared in his mind.
"Haha, who would have thought it was this loser? He damn well died a worthless death!"
Bang!
The gun fired, and Hubert Lewis fell into a pool of blood.
After dealing with Hubert Lewis, Luciano's men asked him, pointing to the row of crouching factory workers, "What about these people?"
Luciano looked at them and calmly asked, "With Hubert Lewis dead and his men not coming back, we'll be taking over Hubert Lewis's Newark market. Now, would you folks like to have a new boss, or would you prefer to join Hubert Lewis down below?"
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Kritch, John, and others were cleaning up the battlefield.
"Kritch, we were lucky you suggested bringing more guys this time. Hubert has gone crazy, sending over twenty men!"
