Night, Bronx, in the most luxurious nightclub within the Carlson Family's territory.
Deafening music, men and women twisting their bodies madly, as well as the explicit and seductive performances on stage, and the addicts in the corners who spent money to buy all kinds of contraband and were getting high.
George sat at the bar and ordered a drink, sipping it intentionally or unintentionally, while looking around for his target.
According to the information given by Lyon, this nightclub controlled by the Carlson Family is now managed by Carlson's youngest son, Little Carlson, and Little Carlson comes here almost every night.
Little Carlson's biggest hobby is women, especially young and energetic women, preferably those who have not yet entered society, or have just entered society not long ago.
With his status, as long as he spends some money, a large number of young and energetic female college students are willing to accompany him, but he likes that sense of conquest.
So coming to his nightclub every day is also to look for prey.
Once he has a target, he will send his men to forcibly take her back to his exclusive private room in the nightclub, and if he is very satisfied, he will also do it himself.
Even the most insane time, he started performing directly in the center of the nightclub dance hall, in full view of everyone.
Afterwards, as the heir of the Carlson Family, he gives some money and threatens them. Girls from ordinary families without background, for the sake of their own and their families' safety, can only swallow their teeth and swallow them into their stomachs.
Dare to resist, at worst, just sink them directly into the sea.
Even some with a little background dare not confront the Carlson Family head-on.
Those who the Carlson Family really can't afford to provoke also know what kind of place this nightclub is, and they simply won't come here to play.
Those who come to his nightclub are either veterans, those who come to go crazy and get high, or those young people who don't know much about his nightclub.
They are too naive and stupid, some are curious, and some want to meet a beautiful love in the nightclub, meet a tall, handsome and rich handsome guy, and spend a wonderful night.
However, cruel reality will teach them how to behave, and let them understand that staying away from danger is the best protection for themselves.
"Here he comes!"
Seeing a strong bald man at the door, leading a group of younger brothers into the nightclub, and sitting grandly in the nightclub's exclusive luxury booth, George gradually stood up.
It would be easy to kill Little Carlson. He could control the blade and directly cut Little Carlson's throat with a knife, but that's not what he wanted.
Because this will affect the chaos, and if it is not good, those high-level members of the Carlson Family will be scared and hide, and then things will become troublesome.
Moreover, the continuous assassination of the high-level members of the thirteen families will also cause a sensation.
So if possible, it is best not to be so direct. It is his desired result to be able to reasonably cause the deaths of these high-level officials and make everything look like an accident.
He doesn't want others to associate this matter with supernatural events.
Even the last time he saved Lyon, others thought that Lyon himself fought back and killed Che Bi'er on the rooftop, instead of having You-Know-Who to help.
"Looks like I'm lucky today, I found a little gem."
Little Carlson had not been sitting for long when he found a satisfactory prey in the central dance floor.
She has a good appearance, a tall figure, and the key is that temperament. At first glance, she is a novice who came here for the first time. She can't let go of dancing, and she is probably still a student.
"Boss, she seems to be leaving, do you want us to go directly and tie her over for you?"
The younger brother next to him was very good at reading people's expressions and immediately asked.
However, Little Carlson put down his wine glass and waved his hand:
"This time I want to go there myself. She reminds me of the girl last time. It's a pity that the girl committed suicide in the end, otherwise she could come a few more times."
"It seems that the boss plans to . in the dance floor this time."
Hearing Little Carlson's words, the younger brothers also became excited. What kind of boss leads what kind of younger brothers, they are all the same.
Little Carlson got up and walked quickly into the dance floor, stopping the girl in the noisy dance floor before she left.
First, he teased her with words, and then he started to touch her.
The girl wanted to resist, but how could she be a match for the tall Little Carlson, and Little Carlson's threats also made the girl very scared.
As for the girl's companions, they had already been surrounded by Little Carlson's men and could not move.
However, just as Little Carlson was about to succeed, George in the crowd also came to the position closest to Little Carlson.
"Tarantella!"
A tiny blue light shot inconspicuously at Little Carlson in the colorful dance floor.
After being hit by the blue light, Little Carlson suddenly stopped touching her, and his legs began to twitch uncontrollably, as if he was dancing a very difficult fast dance.
When his younger brothers saw that their boss was in the mood to dance at this time, they thought that their boss had come up with some new trick, and they immediately cheered loudly and cheered for their boss's dance.
The girl, whose clothes were torn in half, was also stunned, not knowing why the bully in front of her suddenly started dancing.
What was even more confusing was Little Carlson himself, because he himself didn't know why he would suddenly start dancing.
"Leg Stiffness Stop Dead!"
The dancing curse was followed by the leg-locking curse. Little Carlson fell backwards as if he had accidentally tripped while dancing and lost his balance.
If it was just a fall, then naturally it would be nothing.
The key is that at the same time as he fell, a nail on a nearby punk wearing a studded leather jacket suddenly broke and fell on the ground, and it happened to roll to the place where Little Carlson fell.
"Tss!"
The nail was facing upwards and stabbed hard into the back of Little Carlson's head, blood flowed straight, and he died on the spot.
"Someone is dead! Someone is dead!"
For a time, the dance floor was full of screams, everyone fled in all directions, and George quietly left the nightclub with the crowd.
The nail was naturally not an accident, but was controlled by his ability.
Two hours later, Old Carlson, who was heartbroken, was in the dance hall, listening to his subordinates' reports.
"Through monitoring and investigation, it can be confirmed that this was indeed just an accident, not a deliberate murder."
"I told him long ago to be restrained, but he just wouldn't listen. It's his own fault.
Throw all those subordinates who protected him into the sea to feed the fish!"
After confirming that his son was not murdered, but died in an accident, Old Carlson sighed, leaned on his crutches and got up to leave the nightclub.
His son's death made his heart ache, but what made him even more headache was the impact of the heir's death.
Originally, his son was the heir, and the high-level members of the family were willing to assist his son. Recently, he had also taken over some of the Chebel Family's territory, and everything was developing in a good direction.
But now that the only heir is dead, the high-level members of the family will definitely be ready to make trouble. If he doesn't handle it properly later, then the entire family may be in chaos.
At that time, everyone will want to compete for his position, which will definitely be ten times more chaotic than the Chebel Family. If he is not careful, he will have to pay for it.
"My body is still good and can suppress it. It seems that I have to quickly determine a new heir."
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