“It’s impossible to enjoy this in a lifetime!”


    Gustavo was experiencing immense happiness, both mentally and physically, as he shared information, while his younger brothers grew increasingly despondent.


    They believed these individuals were focusing on them rather than their boss’s vehicle, leading the boss to conclude that the angrier they became, the more determined they would be to teach a lessonter.


    In a fit of rage, one younger brother gritted his teeth and eximed to Joseph, “Boss! I can’t tolerate this Mexican rotten potato any longer! I’m going to take him out today!”


    Joseph scoffed and shouted, “Brothers, do whatever you want today, just go for it! If anything happens, I’ll handle it!”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    With Joseph’smand, the group erupted in cheers and surged toward Gustavo’s men like a tidal wave!


    Gustavo’s crew found themselves in dire straits, armed only with stic dinner tes and spoons as makeshift weapons.<fn2ae7> Fresh chapters posted on FιndNovel</fn2ae7>


    However, their opponents were formidable American muscr men who spent hours lifting weights daily. The close-quarters confrontation became a test of whose punches were more powerful. It was evident that Joseph’s men, with fistsrger than the faces of Gustavo’s crew, easily knocked them out with each blow.


    After just a few exchanges, Gustavo’s men were overwhelmed and began to kneel and plead for mercy.


    Gustavo watched in horror as his younger brothers fell one by one. When one brother staggered down, Gustavo hoped the assault would end, but the aggression showed no signs of stopping. At that moment, Gustavo’s previously confident demeanor began to wane, reced by a look of genuine fear.


    As Joseph’s men closed in, Gustavo, frightened, yelled, “Have you forgotten about me? It’s Gustavo! The renowned Gustavo Sanchez! I’m worth billions and have countless weapons at my disposal! Remember, I could eliminate all your families without hesitation!”


    Joseph retorted disdainfully, “Come on, Gustavo! That’s pointless! This is America! If you’re truly powerful, why haven’t you sent thousands of private soldiers to Brooklyn Prison to rescue you? You know there are only a handful of armed guards there!”


    Gustavo struggled to respond, ultimately bluffing, “Joseph, I must retaliate. I’ve taken countless lives in Mexico, more than just tens of thousands. If we end this here, I promise I won’t seek revenge. Let’s settle this peacefully. What do you say?”


    Joseph smirked, “What do you think my brothers would say about that?”


    As he spoke, Joseph spread his arms wide and gestured to both sides.


    One of his younger brothers shouted, “Forget the proposal! Let’s just kill him!”


    In an instant, the other younger brothers echoed, “Yes! Let’s kill him!”


    Before anyone could react, several younger brothers revealed homemade daggers hidden in their sleeves. These knives, crafted from angle iron, appeared simple but were razor-sharp, designed to create gaping wounds upon impact. Seeing multiple weapons drawn, Gustavo felt a wave of despair wash over him.


    In that moment, it became clear to him that Joseph’s true intent was to take his life!