But the Godfather’s tolerance for him was even higher, whereas Shadow would suffer brutal punishment for just a minor mistake.

Although both were of equal status in the organization, in the Godfather’s heart, their standings were worlds apart.

"You think I am more cruel to Shadow than to King? Mason, after being with me for so long, you still can’t see through me!" the Godfather laughed eerily.

Mason was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

That’s right, at most the Godfather would physically harm Shadow, but for King, he might want to destroy his spirit, leaving his soul full of gaping wounds.

Perhaps in the Godfather’s eyes, only by breaking King down could he be reborn and become the ideal successor he envisions.

"King, you better not disappoint me!" The Godfather’s finger bones tapped on the armrest of his chair, the corner of his mouth revealing a cruel smile. If Ye Lu, that girl, knew her husband was trafficking drugs, who knows what her expression would be.

After all, she’s just a woman in her twenties, does she really think she can outmaneuver this old fox who’s been in the game for decades?

She thinks she has him in check, making him not dare to touch her, that she has won?

He might not touch her, but in the end, let King do it; that would be the most spectacular drama of all!

...

Several plainclothes agents stood under a tree.

This was a park, not too crowded, nor too empty, a very ordinary public place. Meeting here would be less likely to draw attention than skulking in hiding.

"The former instructor of the Flying Tigers Special Forces—Lie Feng? I’ve heard a lot about you. What urgent information do you have that you asked to meet me so hastily?" A white middle-aged man with an ordinary face but eyes that hid a sharp edge stood next to Lie Feng.

Lie Feng closed his eyes briefly: "I’ve received an important tip. The second-in-command of the Su Family’s drug syndicate has personally come to North America to make a big deal."

The white man’s pupils tightened, squinting his eyes: "How reliable is this news?"

"Seventy percent. It is said that this second-in-command is Sudian’s confidant and highly trusted by him. Rumor has it that Sudian has groomed him as his successor."

"What information do you have on this second-in-command?"

"The suspect, uncertain, but he goes by the name Jun Huang, from D Country. This is his photograph." Lie Feng handed a photo to the middle-aged man.

The man’s eyes gleamed sharply, quickly stashing the photo away: "Good, the North American Federal Intelligence Bureau will closely monitor this affair!"

After Lie Feng left the park and got into a car, an hour later, he made a call to the Godfather, telling him that he had leaked the information to the key department as instructed.

"Very well, Lie Feng, my decision to place you in the Flying Tigers Special Forces years ago was not a mistake." The Godfather was very satisfied as he hung up the phone.

Lie Feng’s expression was dim, with a cold and emotionless gaze, he looked out the window.

The so-called spy within, was people like him.

The Federal Intelligence Bureau sent him to Asia to collect various intelligence, yet they were unaware that he was in fact a spy placed in North America by the Godfather, helping him to counter-steal all kinds of intelligence.

Back at the hotel, entering Third Young Master Jun’s room, he saw the room in complete disarray, objects strewn all over the place, a shocking mess.

He was alarmed, his expression drastically changing. Third Young Master was suffering from a drug relapse.

He saw the bathroom door open, with water flowing out continuously.

He rushed in, only to find a scene of chaos inside. In the bathtub lay a person, with a lot of ice floating in a tub full of water, next to which was a special ice bucket provided by the hotel.

The cold water had already enveloped his entire body, almost covering his head.

Through the clear water, one could see the scars on Third Young Master Jun’s body inflicted by self-harm, as he struggled to resist the torment of his addiction.