El Capone was in the middle, and beside him were Andrea and Banjo at both sides, while hundred of his armed mafias scowl at his back. "We will not resume farming until you meet our terms," the leader of the rioting planters screamed at the top of his voice. "We have to go through all your terms, and we are assuring you that it will be discussed, and the best decision will be made. Please be patient," Andrea answered back. "We are listening to you because you are one of us-" the man paused, veered back at the rioting men at his back, and resumed his speech. "Otherwise, we would have ignored you all, until you are ready to accept our terms.""We are aware of the inflation and knew you only earn peanuts from your hard labour. All your demands will be met in due time." Andrea answered back. "As the spokesman of the North side planters, we are not resuming work until you are ready to pay us ten dollars per kilo for our products. And you will be compensating us for ripping us with a meag

A young man in a white gown and a big straw hat walked close to El Capone's palace, and stopped in front of a seller, displaying different designs of clothing. "Please buy my wares, am just opening my shop, and I will give you a big discount because you are my first customer," the woman who just emerged from a wooden shop cried at the onlooker and quickly stepped close. "I don't need clothing, but I have some money and I need some information." The woman, at the sight of the money in the speaker's hand, smiled and asked. "What information did you seek?" "I heard there is an accident yesternight, and El Capone's cars were burnt. I'm just curious if he is inside one of the cars or not." The woman looked at the man in her front, and she instantly knew he was from El Ramon's camp. In truth, bad news travel faster than the speed of light. The whole villagers had heard of the accident, a few hours after it occurred, and the woman knew El Capone and his wife weren't inside the burnt

Because of El Ramon's instruction, most of the farms and factories were deserted when the redwitch gang arrived. Banjo and some men in red uniforms sneaked close to a factory constructed inside a large farm of opium and surrounded it without being seen. "Attack only the foreign planters and burn their farm while I attack the factory. But leave our people. Their loss is enough punishment for them," Banjo instructed his men, then send them towards the men relaxing under some trees far off, while the rest of the gang walked towards the factory's door. And a leg whack soon jerked the wooden door, off its hold. One among the four men inside brought out a sliver colour pistol and fired at the incomers, and the bullet whizzed past Banjo's ear, then stuck into the forehead of the man beside him. "Oh my goodness, am lucky this time around," Banjo let out and quickly dived into the back of the iron box beside him. The redwitch gang fired, and they were fired at, and for some minutes, the s

The two planter's representatives arrived back amid their waiting comrades, to give feedback on their meeting. One among them brought out a folded sheet of paper, with a golden seal, and said. "This is the new contract agreement." "Read it out for us." The men cried out. "This agreement was made in the year nineteen-eighty -five, between the royal house of Greenwich island, and the local planters. That the issuer of this contract agreed to pay the sum of ten dollars for a kilogram of opium seed." "Is that all, What about our other demands?" Another man asked with a loud voice. "Be patient, and let me read it out," the man answered back, peered closer at the contact form, and resumed his speech. "And that we agree to be paying the planters the sum of six hundred dollars per week, during the dried season, but all beneficiaries planters are expected to do other community services for their payment." "What community service? surely we won't be cleaning the palace's toilet?" Anot

Andrea was busy for the next few days and was surprised when El Capone informed her of his going out. "We are having a meeting with royal treasury representatives today." "What is your stance, are you stepping down for your brother?" "No, we are not selling for the foreigners, until they stopped planting and construction of factories." "What about the assassins out there, am sure they are aware you will be stepping out of this palace today and will be waiting for you." "I have already thought about it, and will be sending a decoy out first." "Splendid, dear husband. I can see that you are learning faster." El Capone grinned, dragged his wife closer, kissed her, and let out. "You are teaching a fast learner." "Umm, not now," Andrea pushed her husband off when his innocent kiss is becoming aggressive. "You can have your way tonight, keep yourself save, until then." She picked up her vanity box, applied some makeup that turned her beautiful face into flawless skin, and then quick