Chapter 687: Eldest Legitimate Daughter
Connections, safe accounts, reduced sentences...
The moment Fisk heard those words, they felt both strange and familiar.
Thinking back, I had been nothing more than a green youth, coming alone to Hell's Kitchen to struggle and build a career. I was full of ambition. The church priest said my fate was too harsh—that the success of one general came at the cost of ten thousand bones. But I disagreed. I believed that when you were out making a living, you ought to choose your own path.
I looked slow-witted on the outside, but I was fairly clever. Around the concepts of safe accounts and reduced sentences, I devised an entire scheme. I had wanted to use a method that neither hurt anyone's feelings nor drew blood to earn my first pot of gold.
Unfortunately, I had calculated everyone else correctly but failed to account for myself.
My speaking skills were simply too poor. Less than half a month after opening up, people saw through me one to three times a day on average. Within a year, the police arrested me six times. God bless me, I pulled through!
In the end, I faced reality. When it was time to be ruthless, I had to be ruthless. Trying to please everyone with false warmth would only make people look down on you! So I fought underground matches and joined gangs, eventually becoming the uncrowned king of Hell's Kitchen.
Who would have thought that, after so many years, when I had nearly forgotten all about it, I would hear those words again!
Back then, I had no choice. Now, I only wanted to be a quiet crime boss. So stop trying to play me with the same damn tricks I had already outgrown!
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