One night of gunfire.
The next day, there was no change in Winster City.
After all, it was just a few more corpses in the gutters.
In such a cold winter, they wouldn't even rot and smell.
But someone was unlucky.
That person was, of course, Haska.
When he first heard the news that his territory was attacked, he was quite brave.
With a gun in hand, he led the charge to repel the formidable enemy.
For a moment, the situation was in favor of the Murich family.
If he continued his valor, the outcome of this night might have been completely different.
After all, the Evans family didn't have anyone famous, and the Corleone family's famous person was just an old dog.
Haska, though not remarkable, was still a young man.
Unfortunately...
He was no better than an old dog.
Upon hearing the news of the offensive being stalled, Old Santi personally entered the fray to fight Haska.
Haska fled in panic because his face got a scratch.
Thus, the Murich family was defeated.
