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The Devil’s Cage - Chapter 1110




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Chapter 1110: 1110




Mountain Foot Street, as its name suggested, it was a street block at the foot of a mountain .

If it was in another place, a street with a name like this wouldn't catch as much attention but not in Flame City .

Great Swamp lived ON that mountain!

The closer the streets to the mountain, the wealthier and more prosperous it became .

When one arrived at Mountain Foot Street, the wealth and prosperity of the street would surpass one's wildest imagination, especially its security, one would easily be awestruck by it .

The obvious outposts and the hidden guards combined with modern technology transformed every building in the city into an indestructible castle and because of that, somethings could be done in a bolder way .

A black extra long limousine drove through a certain building's gate . It went past the front fountain, and through three checkpoints before stopping in front of the lounge of the main building .

There was no need for servants and attendants as the driver and the bodyguard in the passenger seat got down and opened the door for their master .

A short, fat man walked down from the car .

The man was in his prime but his skin had already loosened up . The two slabs of meat under his eye extended over his cheeks, making him look like a bulldog . He was not as cute as a bulldog though .

His gloomy expression plus the triangular eyes made him a difficult person to look at but despite his appearance, he was considered a pleasant scene compared to the one that followed .

Another black extra long limousine arrived, another pair of driver and bodyguard opened the door for their master but this time around, it was a bald muscular man instead of the previous short and fat one .

The bald man had a face full of scars and didn't have a right arm but the more concerning part on him was his outfit and accessories .



He was wearing a black coat that was emanating an unusual luster that normal cloth didn't have yet it wasn't as hard as a leather coat . It was soft and smooth plus it was closely woven .

When the bleach white buttons were added on as garnish, the outstanding presence of the coat was brought to its peak .

However, anyone with extra knowledge wasn't willing to spare an extra glance at the coat .

The short fatty then spilled out his mocking words when he saw the bald man .

"Kanbecker, wearing a coat woven out of women's hair doesn't make you more elegant . "

As his sharp voice mocked the bald man, he received a cigar handed to him by his men .

"At least it's stronger than a bulldog barking crazily . "

The bald scarface man laughed coldly before he strode over to the short fatty .

The short fatty was still spitting the smoke from his cigar without the slightest change of expression, his bodyguard quickly stepped up and blocked the bald scarface man .

"Move!" The bald scarface man grunted coldly .


The bodyguard in front of him didn't even flinch, he didn't answer nor did he move an inch .

The atmosphere became tense in an instant .

The bodyguard of the bald scar-faced man pulled out his gun as the atmosphere continue to worsen .



When the bald scar-faced man's bodyguard pointed the gun at the short fatty, the short fatty's bodyguard didn't submit and replied with his own gun at the bald scar-faced man .

However, the core character of both sides, the bald scar-faced man and short fatty didn't react to the situation as if the guns pointed at them didn't exist .

"Gentlemen, the reason why you are here is to discuss important matters, not demonstrate your bravado . "

The voice came from inside the building and was quite far away yet it was clearly heard by everyone in the lounge .

The short fatty raised a disdainful brow at the bald scar-faced man while the latter smirked a little .


Both of them waved their hands and the bodyguards stepped down with their guns holstered .

As the two men walked into the building side by side, they kept signaling each other with eye contact despite the short journey .

It seemed like both of them weren't as hostile and tense towards each other as they displayed .

Or perhaps it was because both of them had to work together in front of a stronger enemy .

After going through the meticulously decorated corridor, the two met the owner of the building in a study room .

The owner was an aged elder with white hair and a kind smile .

However, both of them wouldn't be fooled by the "kindness" on the surface, they knew exactly who this elder in front of them was .

All of the illegal businesses regarding firearms, drugs, and human trafficking in Flame City were all in the hands of this elder .

In simple words, compared to the elder who never showed his true identity, the two fearsome bosses were nothing but babies learning how to walk .

In fact, in Pisker, the elder's eye, the two of them were really playing a child's game .

Whether it was the attitude towards business or the "rivalry" they had in front of him, they were all childish and ridiculous .

The reason why the Pisker kept the two of them around, despite the fact that they were dispensable, was because he still had use for them, like today's meeting .

"Did you both hear about Dublin Street?"

Pisker asked slowly as he leaned back in his chair like a real old man .

"I've heard about it . Never thought Footer had a much straightforward cousin like this," the bald scar-faced man said .

"Is he really Footer's cousin?" Pisker asked .

"Yes, I've told my men to confirm it with Footer and he himself acknowledged it . That guy is really an idiot, how could he fall into Oaker's trap and put himself in such a sticky situation?"

The short fatty said and showed his sneering smile out of habit .

"I know right, I thought Footer is the one that I needed to raise after you two but…"

"How is his cousin? Did your men approach him yet?" Pisker asked after exclaiming .

"Not yet but I don't think there is the need to . He is just a reckless boy, there is no point for us to approach him . "

"Correct! This reckless bastard will only cause us more trouble! What we need now is a stable progression, not fights and conflict!"

The two of them shook their heads one after another as they rarely reached an agreement like this .

"If that's the case… one of you take them out, please . Take him out and take control of Dublin Street," Pisker thought for a while before telling the two of them .

Dublin Street!

Both their eyes shined brightly when the street was mentioned . The rivalry they showed a moment ago crumbled in an instant in front of potential benefits .

"Leave it to me!" Both of them said in unison .

"Huh? Why you? I have more men!"

"My men are more competent than yours!"

Arguments followed right after their answers .

Pisker the elder smiled as he watched the bald scar-faced man and the short fatty argue, he didn't have the intention to stop them . It was the scene that he wanted to see most, why would he stop it?

As for the newly emerged cousin of Footer?

Maybe it was a little wasteful to discard a potential pawn but compared to the grand plan of that "lord", it wasn't that much .

Just as Pisker was thinking about how to reap more benefits for himself as he watched the argument grow fiercer, his window was knocked on .

Ding, Ding, Ding!

After the knocks, the window was opened up and a black object was hurled inside and landed in front of the three of them .





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