Chapter Thirty One

        

                                   The conference hall was dimly lit, hardly making his face visible to others, for him there was enough light to see all faces and expressions. He was attending the meeting with his allies, Italian, Russian and Indian gangs. All were in black suits as a uniform dress. He was sitting on his throne, one hand on the table and the second on his thigh. They were demanding to take strong action against Hebrew Ricci as he got merged with enemies and were attacking his men. Although they had damaged him triple in avenge but still Hebrew and his new allies were not ready to back off. Danil was sitting on the next chair. 

       " How much damage did he do? " he asked coldly with no expression on his face. 

       " Almost thirty-nine p