A handshake beyond the elbow has turned into an embrace! The recent assault on the Country P merchant's farm by the redwitch gang had become unbearable to the profit-oriented men, and they were seen as they conversed together. "We will be going bankrupt in a few months if this assault continues," Priest let out with a disgusting look. "El Ramon is powerless against his brother, four farms and factories were destroyed in a week, this is unbearable." A man called Augur announced. "El Ramon is a weakling, and that is why I chose him, instead of his brother." Priest answered back "What about the black ninja? They promised to get back to us before the month-end?" "That was why I invited you all. Our agent called me that he will be here in a few hours." "That means he had been contacted by the black ninjas." The oldest man on the team announced with a toothless smile. "How will our assassins have access to El Capone's palace? He is always surrounded by thousands of his mafias." A
Andrea was the chairperson of the building committee, and she was seen seating along with lots of men in blue uniforms, while a long line of villagers was in her front. She had been able to collect over ten million dollars, and it amazed her that those who she believed were poor, were keeping such an amount under their pillows. Hours later, she peeked at the golden wristwatch in her hand and yawned and muttered. "We will be closing, and resuming tomorrow." "Please attend to me, I have been in the queue since morning," the next man on the line pleaded. "We will be attending to those on today's queue, before attending to newcomers. Which means you will be the first to be attended to tomorrow," Andrea answered back with a smile. And the man, left with no choice grunted aloud and soon leave with a mournful look. When the men were finally gone, the supervising committee arranged all the money into a big bag, then walked into the palace that is just a stone's throw from them. El Capon
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
For the first time since the tussle for the crown began, El Ramon found it difficult to sleep, and he was seen tossing to and fro on his king-size bed. A moment later, the telephone attached to his bedside ring, and the young and anxious prince leapt out of bed, yanked the phone from its hold, and barked into it. "What's the update?" "Successful," the voice on the other side of the line let out. "Any witness?" "None, it will be seen as an accident, as all the cars erupted, when the fuel tanks were shot." "Is my brother's car among the burnt car?" "Yes, its two personal cars were attacked." "And are you sure he is inside one of them?" "The cars were still burning when we left, but am positive he is inside one of them." "And his wife?" "I have no idea if she was inside along with him." "It will be unfortunate if she is," El Ramon said in a whisper, disconnect the call, and laid back on the bed. But the rioting in his mind prevents him from having his deserved rest. If trul
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
El Ramon was informed of his brother's death by the man he sent out, and the excited prince, quickly make a call to inform the country P merchants of the news. "My brother had an accident yesterday, and it's quite unfortunate that he died before help arrived," El Ramon gloated over the line. "Ahh, this is good news, I hope his death will have no negative impact on your name?" "Of course not, it was a catastrophe and it can happen to anyone. I have spies listening to people's opinions, and I was informed it was ruled as an accident." "In that case, congratulations my king," the voice on the other side announced. "Now that my brother is out of the way, I want us to meet and discussed the expansion of farms and factories to meet your demands." "Yes, we begged you to leave planting of opium to us, and fixed percentages of the profit that will be sent into the royal treasury." "Will that fetch me more money?" "Yes, you can even buy shares with us, and we will trade with your money a
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
El Ramon was seen yelling at some of his men in anger. He faced the man he had sent to snoop out the truth from his brother's palace, sneered, and asked. "Did you see the consequences of your lies?" "I was fooled by an old woman, am so sorry, please." "And you can't patiently seek the truth, before coming back to deceive me?" "So sorry, my lord. It was a mistake on my side, and I promised it won't happen again." "There won't be another time, as you are banished from my palace, and I will take your head when next I set my eyes on you." The man gaped with an open mouth and quickly scrambled out before the angry prince change his mind, and demand his head now. "And you," El Ramon whirled at another man, peeked at him for a while, then asked. "When are you meeting her again?" "Until she called for me," Kurt answered back, with a slight nod. "Tell her that I appreciate all her effort, and both of you will be rewarded handsomely when everything is okay." "Thank you, my lord. I will