FORTY EIGHT

DEVON

"Sir, your phone," one of my men brought my phone closer to my ears.

"Hello."

"Mr. Devon, it's me, Ken. I think Mr. Derek is into something big. I found him today selling white powders to the Crow groups," he reported.

"The Crows, the ones that I had dealt with in the past?" I asked.

"Exactly, sir. It's like they believed you had softened, or rather, you are no longer scary," Ken replied.

"It might indeed be the case. I've kept quiet for too long; maybe it's time for the New York underworld to hear my name again. And Lucas, he still thinks he's winning with the new product that is better than the stolen one. Even if he was the one who stole it, so what? It couldn't beat the new product. Now he wants to run the underground business with my men and revive the Crow. New York underground world doesn't belong to me, true, but the fact that he revived the Crow and even used Derek clearly shows that he wants to directly defy