The Mafia Empire

"So, you are Julian?" Morris grinned, looking Julian up and down rudely, disdain evidt on his face. "Are you the one who wanted to talk to me? I don\'t see a need for a conversation, just hand over the land, and you won\'t have to worry about anything!"

The sofa in the room was long, resembling a sideways C. Julian sat across from Morris, crossed his legs, and clasped his hands together on his knee. He examined Morris in turn, seemingly ignoring Morris\'s arrogant words. After about t seconds, Julian finally spoke: "Hu has already sold his farm to me, and it has be registered and approved by the imperial land office.

I am the rightful owner of that land, so I have no need to go anywhere."

"On the contrary, it\'s you, Mr. Morris, who has a debt dispute with Hu. That should not involve my private property. Regarding what happed during the day, I can consider it an uninttional offse due to your ignorance, and I have forgiv you."

Morris paused briefly after hearing this, th burst into laughter. He pointed at Julian and turned to his hchman, "Did you hear that? Did you hear? My God, a kid is actually threating me? Hahaha…" The laughter didn\'t last long before he stopped, retracting his legs and leaning forward with one arm resting on his thigh.

"I don\'t care what transaction you have going on; all I know is that Hu has used that land as collateral for his debts to me."

"That\'s impossible, Mr. Morris! I would never pay for a ranch that belongs to me a second time!" Julian shifted in his seat. "Moreover, I\'ve already st someone to find Hu, and it won\'t be long before he returns. At that time, you can clear things up directly betwe yourselves."

Morris shrugged, "You either give me the land or give me the money. There\'s no other option, kid!"

"Is there no room for negotiation?" After Julian asked, Morris immediately shook his head.

After all, it was sixte hundred bucks, not one hundred sixty, and certainly not sixte. This amount had to go to the gang as developmt funds. Besides, in his mind, what was Julian? He wasn\'t ev qualified to bargain with someone of his stature; the smart choice would be to obeditly admit defeat.

At this point, Morris stood up from the sofa and walked over to Julian, glancing at Graf, who had tak a few steps forward, and scoffed. He patted Julian on the shoulder. "Remember, I\'m only giving you three days," he said before tossing his head back, leaving with his m.

Julian leaned back on the sofa, gazing at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, pursing his lips as he contemplated for a momt, unable to resist smiling.

As he laughed, shaking his head, he realized this situation could be resolved in a very peaceful and fridly manner. As long as Hu\'s family was captured and brought back, Morris would surely find a way to liquidate them. Besides, Hu had at least a thousand bucks in cash and some other slightly valuable items.

If a mother and daughter were sold together in a certain place, four hundred bucks would only be a month\'s worth.

However, it was clear that Morris looked down on him, so what Julian considered a peaceful and fridly resolution became a nuisance in Morris\'s eyes.

People like him had long be accustomed to bullying others with their power. Whether or not Julian had any promint backg, he certainly believed he could manipulate him at will!

Julian slapped his legs and stood up, walking toward the door.

Just wait and see, Mr. Morris!

...

"Mason, you passed the assessmt."

Mr. Kesma casually tossed a heavy file folder onto the table. Just as he had predicted, once one pup crawled out of the nest, the remaining ones were unlikely to stay behind. Their curiosity about the world would drive them to overcome all challges and difficulties, bravely crawling out.

After Julian left home, the first to step up was Mr. Kesma\'s eldest son, Mason Kesma. Secretly, he took a "resume" he had writt to the town, wanting to become a policeman or something of the sort. He listed all the achievemts he could proudly boast of in his life and spt twty cts to have an old town drunkard, who could still write, jot it down on paper for him.

Under the cover of darkness, he slipped the paper under the sheriff\'s door.

He wanted to be a policeman, or ev better, a sheriff. After all, for kids in the countryside, policem wearing uniforms and badges were just too cool. If he could become a cop, many girls would undoubtedly fall for him, and every time he thought of that, Mason couldn\'t sleep out of excitemt.

Somehow, the news got out. Mason figured it was probably the old drunkard, who always blurted out everything he knew wh he was drunk. Soon, the whole town knew he wanted to be a cop.

Mr. Kesma, who was the last to find out, wasn\'t as angry as wh Julian chose to leave the family and vture out on his own. Instead, he calmly called Mason outside and looked at him seriously. "Mason, my boy, are you sure you want to become a policeman and not inherit my farm?"

Mason was a bit scared. In the household, Mr. Kesma\'s authority surpassed ev the church, so Mason was terrified. But wh he recalled Julian\'s resolute departure, he realized this was his only chance. If he backed down now, he would never escape this life that felt like a shackle, and evtually, he\'d d up like Mr. Kesma, a farmer spding his whole life in the countryside.