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At night in the Bronx, at the fanciest nightclub on the Kalson family turf.
Deafening music, frantic men and women gyrating their bodies, and provocative performances on stage, alongside corner booths filled with addicts who've splashed out on various illegal substances.
George sat at the bar and ordered a drink, sipping it absently while scanning for his target.
According to Lyon's intel, the Kalson family-controlled nightclub is now managed by the Kalson family's youngest son, Carlton, who shows up nearly every night.
The youngest Carlton's greatest hobby is women, particularly young and energetic ones, preferably those who haven't entered society yet or have only just begun their careers.
With his status, all he needs to do is spend some money, and many young and energetic college students will be willing to accompany him, but he enjoys the sense of conquest.
So, he comes to his nightclub every night in search of prey.
Once he sets his sights on a target, he has his underlings forcibly bring the person back to the nightclub's exclusive VIP room, and if he is very pleased, he may even take matters into his own hands.
Even the craziest occasion saw him performing right in the middle of the nightclub dance floor, under the watchful eyes of everyone.
And afterward, as the heir to the Kalson family, he would settle with a bit of money and some threats. Without any background, girls from ordinary families would have no choice but to swallow their pride for the sake of their own and their families' safety.
If anyone dares to resist, they'll face the consequences of being thrown into the sea.
Even those with a bit of background are afraid to confront the Kalson family directly.
The truly powerful individuals who even the Kalson family dares not provoke are also aware of what kind of place this nightclub is. They would never play here.
Those who come to his nightclub either have experience and want to party hard, or they are young people who haven't yet experienced his nightclub.
They are too naive and foolish, some out of curiosity, some hoping to find love at the nightclub, meet a tall, handsome, and wealthy man to have a wonderful night.
However, the harsh reality will teach them a lesson, making them understand that staying away from danger is the best protection for themselves.
"Here we are!"
George saw a well-built bald man with a group of henchmen walk into the nightclub and take their seats in the exclusive VIP booth. George slowly stood up.
It would be easy to kill Carlton; he could control the blade and slice open Carlton's throat with one cut, but that was not what he wanted.
Because doing so would create chaos. If things go wrong, those at the top of the Kalson family would be frightened and run away. That would make things difficult then.
And the continuous assassinations of the high-ranking members of the Thirteen family would also cause a stir.
So, if possible, it's best not to be so direct. To have the high-ranking members die in a way that looks like an accident would be the desired outcome.
He doesn't want others to connect this to superhuman incidents.
Even when he saved Lyon last time, others outside believed that Lyon himself killed Cipbell on the rooftop, rather than with the help of this mysterious man.
"Seems like I've had good luck today, found a real gem."
Carlton, just sitting down for a while, found a satisfactory prey in the middle of the dance floor.
Pretty looks, tall and fit, and most importantly, her air of sophistication suggested that she was new to the scene. She was hesitant and not fully confident in her dancing moves, and it was likely that she was still a student.
"Boss, she seems like she's about to leave. Should we go over and grab her for you?"
A henchman next to him quickly spoke up, knowing how to read the situation.
However, Carlton simply waved his hand and put down his glass:
"This time, I want to go myself. She reminds me of that girl last time. Unfortunately, she killed herself in the end; otherwise, I could have enjoyed it a few more times."
"Looks like the boss is going to... on the dance floor this time..."
Hearing Carlton's words, the henchmen were also excited. Just like the boss brings out the same kind of henchmen, they are all of the same caliber.
Carlton stood up and quickly walked into the dance floor, blocking the girl before she could leave, in the midst of the noisy dancing area.
First, he teased with words, then started to touch and molest her.
The girl tried to resist, but how could she be a match for the tall and muscular Carlton? Moreover, Carlton's threats terrified her.
As for the girl's companion who had come with her, Carlton's henchmen had already surrounded and immobilized them.
However, just as Carlton was about to take advantage of the situation, George also arrived at the most adjacent position to him among the crowd.
"Tarentella Dance!"
A thin blue light, unnoticed amidst the colorful dance floor, struck Carlton.
After being struck by the blue light, Carlson suddenly stopped touching the girl and his legs began to twitch uncontrollably, as if he was dancing a very difficult quickstep.
His henchmen, seeing their boss suddenly starting to dance at this moment, thought he had come up with some new trick. They immediately roared their approval and cheered for the boss's dance performance.
The girl, whose clothes were torn open by half, was also stunned, not knowing why this bully suddenly started dancing.
Even more confused was Carlton himself, as he didn't know why he suddenly started dancing either.
"Legs freeze to death!"
The dancing spell was quickly followed by a lock-leg spell, and Carlton seemed to have stumbled over his feet while dancing, losing his balance and falling backward.
If it was just a fall, there would be nothing to it.
The key was that as he fell, a nail from a nearby guy wearing spiked leather jacket suddenly popped off and fell to the ground, rolling right onto the spot where Carlton fell.
"Sizzle!"
The nail was pointing upwards, and it penetrated deeply into Carlson's neck, causing a lot of blood to flow out. He died on the spot.
"It's a murder! It's a murder!"
For a moment, the dance floor was filled with screams, and everyone scattered in panic. George also left the nightclub silently with the crowd.
Of course, the nail wasn't an accident; it was under his control.
Two hours later, the devastated Carlton Senior was in the dance hall, listening to his subordinates' report.
"Through monitoring and investigation, we can confirm that this was indeed just an accident, not a deliberate murder by someone."
"I've always told him to be more careful, but he wouldn't listen. It's all his fault."
"Kill all the men who were supposed to protect him and feed them to the fish in the sea!"
Having confirmed that his son had not been murdered but had died by accident, Carlton Senior sighed, leaned on his cane, and left the nightclub.
The death of his son caused him heartache, but what worried him even more were the consequences it would bring for the succession.
His son was the successor, and the family's high-ranking members were willing to assist him. Recently, they had also acquired some territories from the Cipbell family, and everything was heading in a positive direction.
Now that the only heir is dead, the family's high-ranking members are sure to be restless. If he handles it improperly, the entire family could potentially be thrown into chaos.
At that time, everyone will want his position, which will be ten times more chaotic than the Cipbell family. If things go wrong, he could lose everything.
"My health is still good, and I can handle it. It's clear that we need to quickly establish a new heir."
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