The Mafia's Twin Children

s. His wife, Viyone, sat beside him, her face slightly anxious. The atmospher

wn to eat?" asked Viyone, trying to fil

taught strictly so that when he grows up, he will understan

n. "Jeff, Chris is only five years old. Why do you

to train him early so that he becomes a tough in

meticulously. His hands trembled, and tears flowed down his cheeks. The li

ff, I know you want the best for Chris. But isn't there a better way

e discussed this before, Viyone. I don

her head heavily. They cont

ch. And don't push yourself to work alone. Ask Chris

s attention to what I do and then helps me," Viyone

n the living room. "Papa seemed to hurriedly close his laptop earlier. Is he hiding so

ather opened the laptop in front of him. "I remember now, 120490," Chris thought as he typed quickly. Mome

n the files or not. But his curiosity won over. He opened one of the files and discovered photos that shocked

He struggled to swallow the food, finding it very difficult. The handsome b

silent. "Chris, are you okay? Why have you be

fork, turned to his mother, a

to work," Viyone ans

not at all? Is his business so big that he forgets home and

pa works for us too. Soon your sibling will be born.

y a house. How can there not be enough

uture. So, it's not wrong if Papa is stil

is thought

ppening on a dark night. The Dragon gang, known as the most fear

s increasingly tense. Blood mixed with dust on the ground, corpses scattered along the street, and several members of hi

l opponents by stabbing their bodies and necks. Screams of pain echoed among the sounds of clas

weak after the fierce battle. Fresh blood flowed from the wounds on their bodies, stark red mixing with the dust cov

voice, wiping the blood off his knife with the edge of his opponent's shirt. H

nd breathing heavily. "They've been taken down, and our other brothers have started attacking the e

ady feel victory in his grasp. "Wipe them out tonight,"

ld, still looked young and handsome. He was the lea

strongest in the dark world. Of course, this made Wilson a highly respected and feared figure by many. Behind his cold face and sharp gaze lay