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Even the arrangement of internal staff was largely filled by members of the Ridge Family.

In this world, besides Truman Ridge and his close followers, no one knew who the behind-the-scenes boss of the Willson Group really was.

The fact that Boulevard League avoided the Willson Group so precisely at its establishment spoke volumes.

After the incident, the frequency of them trying to win over the Willson Group was so high that it gave them away, further suggesting that they were guilty, or to put it another way, they hadn’t been thorough from the start.

Looking at the timeline of these events, it seemed that Truman had already been plotting after Finnian Ridge’s disfigurement. However, Finnian’s death completely drove the old man to madness.

“Boss, I’ve ordered our men to wipe out the Ridge Family!” a man in black reported to Julius Reed, speaking out angrily.

They were all guards loyal to the Young Master and would never allow such a thing to happen.

“Not for now,” Julius Reed shook his head and said with a smile, “People from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance are involved. If we rashly destroy the Ridge Family, we won’t be able to dig out the mastermind behind this. I’ve always wanted to know, who all were involved in that year’s rebellion.”

Mr. Harris Mountain’s sudden appearance brought an immediate shift to the situation.

This proved that Truman Ridge was not only in contact with local and provincial tycoons but had even reached out to members of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

But Mr. Harris Mountain was unaware that Julius Reed was still alive, showing that the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was also unaware, simply conducting a transaction with Truman Ridge.

If that was the case, the situation was even more complicated.

According to Mr. Harris Mountain, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had already become involved in such a low-end business of being paid to kill, which was beyond imagination.

Even though Julius Reed was gone and the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was falling apart internally, the wealth accumulated by the Alliance over the years was enough for these people to spend for hundreds of years.

Therefore, the purpose of Mr. Harris Mountain’s emergence was deeply significant.

“Ring-a-ling!”

A ringing sound snapped Julius Reed back from his thoughts.

He glanced at the caller ID; it was Cold Nelson.

“Young Master, the Saint Heir is landing tonight. Shall we send people to intercept and eliminate him on the spot?” Cold Nelson asked.

“No need, let them in. I want to see if the person behind them is the same.” Julius Reed’s voice was as cold as ice, “Keep a close eye on them, don’t miss a single detail!”

“Young Master, please rest assured, my people are following them every moment.”

After saying these words, Cold Nelson quietly hung up the phone.

The Saint Heir was not like ordinary people. Although Skyfire had been annihilated by Julius Reed, as a major Western sect, their strength was considerably formidable.

Once, a Skyfire Saint Heir had injured a chief of Deep Cold, and the fact that the matter was ultimately unresolved indicated Skyfire’s power.

Moreover, Julius Reed’s instructions made Cold Nelson dare not relax for a moment.

“This Five-river Province is really getting livelier,” Julius Reed mused.

Julius Reed looked at the distant skyscrapers, silently pondering to himself.

At this juncture, no one could be trusted.

Earlier, he had contacted Black Dog to investigate the Leopold Family.

But Black Dog was completely unaware of these matters, and Brayden Leopold was wholeheartedly preparing for a power grab, ignorant of the fact that Whitley Leopold had already left quietly to participate in affairs of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

The original plan to deal with the Leopold Family had to be moved up once again.

He had to shatter them from within the Boulevard League in order to force out the real mastermind.

Of course, Julius Reed didn’t realize that Truman Ridge was the true mastermind. The Ridge Family itself would not dare to betray him.

Although the Ridge Family had always called Julius Reed “Young Master,” they did not fully understand the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance or even what the organization truly was.

Otherwise, Mr. Harris Mountain certainly wouldn’t have come to assassinate Miguel Abbott.

Julius Reed did not doubt the loyalty of Power Hall.

He decided to take a trip to the old city district to probe into the Saint Heir’s true circumstances.

Meanwhile, in the Leopold Family villa, the wealthy businessmen of Five-river Province had already left. Most of them were immersed in joy, while many others were pondering how to take over and divide the Moonlight Group of Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter’s Golden Eagle Group.

At this moment, three people were sitting inside the villa.

And there was also a cell phone.

“How’s the search for my son coming along?”

Stanley Isolde was sitting on the sofa, his face ashen.

After Sheridan Isolde received inhuman treatment the day before, Stanley immediately expressed his willingness to join the Boulevard League in exchange for his son’s redemption.

However, to his dismay, no one came to rescue Sheridan Isolde after a day had passed. So he took a flight from Ganny Province, hoping to discuss the matter in person.

But what he didn’t expect was to encounter his old acquaintance here, the richest man of Ganny Province, the Michael Family.

“Mr. Isolde, please don’t worry.” The butler reassured with a smile, “As you have seen, for big businessmen like Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter, if we want to kill, they could become a corpse within minutes.”

“Really? Are Miguel Abbott and Stanislaus Potter dead?” Although Stanley Isolde had heard the news, he still found it unbelievable.

Two great businessmen had died at the same time.

And both from accidents.

Even the death of one would be astonishing.

At their level, life was more important than anything.

They traveled with at least three cars, accompanied by bodyguards both in front and behind, such cautious means of travel wouldn’t permit any danger.

But now, both were dead.

“Of course, Mr. Isolde, when you have time, you can pay a visit to the Potter and Abbott families to offer condolences and verify the truth for yourself.”

Abbott leaned back on the sofa, leisurely sipping a cup of tea.

“Boss Michael, what are you doing here?” Stanley Isolde looked at Tobias Michael, who was silent beside him, and began to ponder.

The Michael Family rarely interfered with the affairs of Ganny Province, so why had Tobias come to Five-river Province like him and joined the Boulevard League today?

“Sigh!” Tobias Michael let out a long sigh, his face showing exhaustion and age, “You still have a son to save, but my son will never come back.”

“Come on now, Boss, that’s not a joke you can just make!” Stanley Isolde, thinking Tobias Michael was joking, quickly waved his hand and said, “No one curses their own son like that.”

Tobias Michael gave Stanley Isolde a glance, then took out his cell phone, placed it on the coffee table, and played a video: “This footage was taken from the dashcam. Please take your time watching it.”

As he spoke, Tobias Michael’s face showed extreme pain, and his tone was filled with profound sorrow.

The screen showed a man fighting with another.

“Julius Reed!”

The Butler’s pupils shrank.

“It’s him!”

Stanley Isolde was also surprised. The young man on the screen – wasn’t he the same one who had beaten his son?

Soon, the footage showed the young man running away, followed by an older man who gave chase.

In no time, everyone was killed off.

The final image lingered on the body of Benson Michael.

“I want to kill these two people.”

Tobias Michael took a deep breath, his body beginning to tremble.

“He’s my only son, and I’ll do whatever it takes to kill them! Especially that middle-aged man!”

“Please wait a moment, Mr. Michael, I’ll look into the background of this middle-aged man for you.”

The butler, shocked by what he saw, quickly forwarded the video to Truman Ridge.