Savage felt that something had been very wrong lately.
Objectively speaking, plenty of things had been wrong lately. Money had been pouring away like water, gang wars had ended in repeated defeats, and antique dealers had mysteriously vanished. But Savage had already grown used to all that.
What struck him as strange was that someone seemed to be watching him, and they were highly professional.
Having served as many kings, Savage knew exactly how important intelligence work was. He also knew every country must have agencies engaged in intelligence work, but he did not understand why they had set their sights on him.
Could his great plan have been exposed?
At that thought, Savage could not help raising his guard. He began going out less often and almost never left the territory of Living Hell, which he ruled. Yet that only made the other side more suspicious.
In a hotel in Bludhaven, Kayla frowned gravely as she held the phone. "Are you sure? He has barely left the house over the past week? It seems your activities have caught his attention..."
"You mean that within the past week, he has contacted three more Mexicans? A restaurant cook, a bartender, and a paperboy?"
"We need more solid evidence before we can confirm that he was sent by them to support the movement in South America. Without evidence, we cannot take him down in one blow. All right, I understand..."
Kayla hung up, but her expression grew even grimmer, because she knew the Soviet Union had not sent anyone to support the South American movement.
The Soviet Union was too busy dealing with its own affairs, adapting to the aftermath of the shift in power. Most people could only offer verbal support, while many still chose to wait and see.
So the