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
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
Three men walked close to the palace amid slums, branched left at a T-junction beside it, and entered a local bar, that is filled to the brim with men dressed in red uniforms. All eyes fell on the oddly dressed men, as they stepped close to the barman, at the far corner of the rectangular-shaped bar. "A bottle of liquor and three cups." The tall and weary-looking man mumbled to the surly-looking barman, that was glaring at them as if they were some kind of extinct species. "This bar is only for the Redwitch mafias," the barman announced, after some moment of glaring. "We are strangers and need a place to water our dried throats. You won't deny some poor travellers this humble need." "We have money, and will pay handsomely for our drink." The barman glanced at the back of the men in his front, looked sharply back at the newcomers, and whispered. "Go to Johji Inn, you are not welcome here." "In that case, we will be on our way." All eyes still fell on the three men, as they walk
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
Ramon glared at his brother in deep thought. How he always escaped his plan was a mystery to him, and his mind was troubled by the missed opportunities. El Capone was among the bikers that first arrived at the venue of the meeting, but had made himself invisible until it was too late for him to inform Priest of their mistake. Even if he finds the means to call the foreigners now, El Ramon believed that his brother will still escape his web, and it will be a waste of time. He needs a better plan. The meeting was dismissed, as the two twins were unable to reach a consensus, and it was ruled that the goods should remain inside the royal store, until further notice. El Capone was the first to stand from his seat, and he was followed by a multitude of his mafias in red uniforms and they soon walked out of the big hall. El Ramon looked at the men in his front and asked."So you can't pressurize him to swallow his pride and let's sell our goods to the foreigners. Did you realize that th