NOT A FRIENDLY CALL

'Click.'

The merchant looked stunned when the gun in his hand produce no sound, and he pressed the trigger again and again.

A sudden uppercut send him rolling on the ground, and two hands jerked him up and then smacked him on the floor.

"Wound you have shot me if there is a bullet in the gun?"

"No. Ahh! Am dying."

"Take him out and bring me his head... And you, why are you so dumb that he snatched a gun from you and shoot at me? I would have been dead meat if I had not out rule putting bullets in your guns whenever you are around me in the palace.

"Am so sorry, my lord."

"Too bad. I was considering your past service to the crown and this is the reason why I will spare your life. Collect my gun and every other thing belonging to me and stripped him of his uniform."

"Please forgive me, my lord."

"Get off my sight."

The life of a mafia prince is difficult, and any leniency may result in a drastic outcome. That is why is easier to climb the mafia throne than to remain on it for a long t
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