Instigator and Protector of Violence-Chapter 360: Wenster’s Summer

Wenster.

Just like in summer, Wenster was immersed in it.

However, the wind on the West Coast is ultimately cooler and clearer than the one on the Golden Coast.

Plus, Wenster is far enough north, so its summer is far less unbearable than in the Royal Capital.

Ethan has been away from Wenster for almost two months.

Nonetheless, thanks to Ethan's decisive actions before he left, the thorough cleanup, and the capable people he left behind...

So even though he was absent for over two months, Wenster remained Wenster.

The underworld power in Wenster remained firmly in the hands of the Bolita Clan, with no one daring to challenge it.

Moreover, in Ethan's absence, serving as the interim manager, Virel managed to achieve an outward expansion.

With sufficient financial and armed support, along with implicit official aid...

The underground forces in nearby Itasca City have basically completely submitted to the Bolita Clan.

The fat man Sindore, who previously did bootlegging business with Ethan, is a sensible guy. He didn't resist much and nearly surrendered without resistance in the negotiation with Virel.

Ethan already knows this, and naturally, he praised Virel for his perseverance.

Within the clan, Virel's prestige has also reached a level that supports his position.

Initially, there was some dissatisfaction within regarding Virel's management.

Externally, with fat Sindore's submission, the dissension of dissenters was also extinguished.

Even without Ethan, there was Virel.

This is Virel's source of pride.

During this period, he has been content, as everything has been progressing well.

Moreover, the young master is coming back.

This has been his greatest joy recently.

Though holding great power is intoxicating, and no one can refuse power...

But, in the face of the young master, everything is dispensable.

Virel is preparing a grand welcome banquet for Ethan, having been away for so long, the young master must feel the warmth of home.

However, as he was busy preparing the banquet at Bolita Manor, he saw his subordinate Jimmy, striding towards him with a stern expression.

"Boss…"

"What happened?"

"There's trouble in Itasca City." "Oh?"

Five minutes later.

Virel met with the big guy Zola, who had risked his life to rush over from Itasca City.

Speaking of Zola, Virel can be considered to have a life-and-death friendship with him.

That bootlegging deal—they almost died getting Zola out of there.

Before discussing submission, Virel also had a good drink with Zola in Itasca City.

Now, the big guy Zola is lying in the car, covered in blood, looking nearly lifeless.

Virel had already brought the family's private doctor, who treated big guy Zola while Virel leaned in to ask, "Zola, big guy, hey, can you hear me?"

"... We were attacked, it came from the southeast, don't know whose men they are, my boss…"

Zola spoke with difficulty but was trying hard because his boss was in trouble.

"It's okay, take it slow, don't rush."

Virel patted his hand, calming his emotions.

Slowly, Virel got a rough idea of the events.

The trouble started two days ago when a group from the southeast came, saying they wanted to buy bootleg liquor.

This business was currently monopolized by fat Sindore in Itasca City, which was one of the reasons why he agreed to submit.

Since they were buying liquor, fat Sindore naturally welcomed them with open arms.

And since they were asking for a large quantity and were generous, fat Sindore wasn't stingy and arranged a banquet at the best hotel in Itasca City to host them for dinner.

No one expected that midway through dinner, they suddenly flipped the table and pulled out guns.

Caught off guard, fat Sindore's side suffered heavy casualties.

The big guy Zola, who was initially responsible for transporting goods, heard the news halfway and attempted to rush back for a rescue.

But the opponents were clearly prepared, wielding fierce firepower and considerable strength, with several highly skilled fighters.

Injured, Zola could only be forced to flee to Wenster for reinforcements.

Virel nodded; this matter needed his help. Otherwise, the hard-earned reputation of the Bolita Clan would be impacted.

If they couldn't even protect their own underlings, how could they claim to be a major clan?

Just as Virel was about to immediately mobilize his men, the house phone rang.

It rang abruptly.

Virel immediately guessed who was calling, but he answered nonetheless.

"Hello, who's this?"

"Mr. Virel?"

"Who are you?"

"We have fat Sindore in our hands, if you don't want him dead, come have a talk in Itasca City."

"Who are you people?"

"Just a bunch of businessmen."

"What do you want?"

"Come first, we should at least meet?"

After saying this, without waiting for Virel to speak, they hung up.

Virel frowned.

He understood that they weren't targeting fat Sindore, but were after him.

Or rather, they were aiming at the Bolita Clan.

Who could it be?

Gangs from other cities, or...

Virel was momentarily at a loss.

During this period, the Bolita Clan had indeed been prospering, but they had also made quite a few enemies.

He did not make an immediate decision but sent someone to inform Vincent in Saint Kuanti and notified other important members of the clan.

Such matters require everyone to sit down and decide together, especially with the young master away.

By dusk, Vincent had almost returned to the family manor as fast as possible.

When he arrived, others were already waiting.

"What are your thoughts?"

He went straight to the point without saying much, as everyone had already been discussing.

"Wait for the young master to return before deciding."

It was Virel who spoke.

It was the safest approach, as Ethan was already on his way back, there was no need for an immediate decision.

Once the young master was home, naturally, there would be no problems.

Ethan had that kind of magic power.

However, at seven in the evening, the house phone rang once again.

"Mr. Virel, our patience is limited; if tomorrow you still haven't shown up in Itasca City, fat Sindore is dead for sure, along with his men."

Virel said nothing.

The other side continued, "Remember, only until tomorrow."

Then the call was abruptly hung up again.

This call forced the family to sit down once more.

"This is clearly a trap."

Eugene, in charge of finances, spoke immediately.

"I don't advise you, Virel, anyway…"

His meaning was clear, that a fat Sindore, if he died, so be it, it was nothing.

"I'll go."

Virel shook his head.

"While I'm away, Vincent oversees the affairs at home. Vincent, take care of the house."