This night was anything but peaceful for Wenster.
Because it had been seven days since Ethan and the others set off.
And it's been almost a month since the private liquor uprising in the city exploded.
Whether the continued losses in illegal liquor or the possibility of Ethan and the others solving this matter completely to get the liquor business back on track.
The people in the Black Mire had no confidence at all.
No more meetings were held.
John Hott and a group of white gloves were almost driven mad with anxiety.
They kept calling that seaside castle.
The response was always a busy tone.
Sandro seemed to have completely removed himself from the situation.
While the other families, with dark hearts, were secretly growing.
First was the Corleone Clan, their fighting power had all been sent to Saint Kuanti, but fortunately, the titular head of the family, Old Santi, was still there, he could still control the family and make it sound loudly enough.
