The Tyrant Billionaire

Hardy thought for a moment, then picked up the phone and called the Prizzi family, the Mafia Family in Houston. The call was answered by an assistant. Upon hearing Hardy's name, the assistant was surprised but quickly informed the boss.

The Prizzi Family head was also taken aback when he heard that Hardy had called. The Prizzi family in Houston was closely aligned with Barzini, traditionally at odds with Hardy, so he didn't expect Hardy to contact him.

"Patriarch Prizzi, I'd like to ask you for a favor," Hardy said bluntly.

"Go ahead, Mr. Hardy," the patriarch replied, not immediately agreeing.

"My troupe is currently in Houston and has been attacked by the Cohenheim gang. They've already exchanged gunfire. I'd like you to help delay them for now. I've already sent people to handle the situation, and I'll take care of the rest."

The Prizzi patriarch's mind raced with thoughts. Should he trust Hardy, or could this turn into a bigger gang war?

The Cohenheim gang was also their rival. If he got involved, would it escalate into an all-out war between the two gangs? Could this be a trap set by Hardy to provoke a fight?

And why should he help Hardy? They had no real relationship, and he had his own pride.

"Alright, I'll hold them off," the Prizzi family head finally agreed.

"Thank you. I'll remember this favor," Hardy said.

After hanging up,

Hardy thought for a moment,

Then ordered his private plane crew to prepare for a flight to Houston.

...

Monroe was terrified.

She never expected that something like this would happen today. She had just heard that the other party was one of the biggest gangs in the city.

The gang leader had invited her to dinner.

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In Los Angeles, within the Hardy group territory, she never felt the presence of gangs being this rampant. But after leaving, she now understood just how frightening they could be.

Now she realized.

She had always been safe because someone was protecting her. She had always lacked a sense of security, but now her body trembled in fear.

At that moment, she thought of that man's embrace. Even though he was a jerk, drunk and touched her, lying in his arms gave her a real sense of safety.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Ratatat!"

The bodyguards and the gang members of the Cohenheim Gang were still exchanging gunfire, bullets flying in all directions.

Inside the conference room, the actors were trembling with fear. Suddenly, with a sharp crash, stray bullets shattered the window of the room.

"Ah!"

The women screamed in terror.

People quickly backed away from the windows, huddling in the corners of the room.

It was horrifying.

They were just a bunch of small time actors, completely unprepared for such violence. Fear spread, and many started crying.

"Are those gangsters going to kill us?" one girl sobbed.

Others were pale with fear.

The group leader tried to stay calm. "Don't worry, I've called the police. We also have bodyguards, and they've already notified the big boss. He'll definitely come to save us."

"But Los Angeles is so far from Houston. How could the boss possibly save us from here?" someone questioned, doubtful.

The group leader fell silent.

He didn't really believe the boss could save them either. It was too far, and even if he sent some men, what good would that do? The local gang could easily gather hundreds of men.

"Ratatat!"

"Bang! Bang!"

More gunshots echoed from outside, causing another round of screams inside the room.

The Cohenheim Gang was frustrated by their failed attempts to capture the actors. Some of their men went back to report to their boss, Cohenheim. Furious, Cohen barked, "They can't even handle two bodyguards? Worthless! Gather more men. I refuse to believe they can escape now."

Outside the hotel, more and more cars arrived. There were now over a hundred armed men surrounding the place. The two bodyguards were feeling immense pressure.

"Charge!"

The gang members were preparing for an all out assault.

They had already decided. Once they broke in, they would capture everyone. Any men would be killed, and the women... well, they had other plans for them.

"Ratatat!"

The bodyguards realized that just firing warning shots wasn't enough anymore. The gang was no longer scared. If they didn't act now, the gang would storm the building, and it would be a disaster. They gritted their teeth and opened fire.

"Ratatat!"

A hail of bullets flew into the crowd, instantly taking down three Cohenheim Gang members.

"Ahh!"

The gang members hadn't expected the bodyguards to actually kill, and they immediately retreated, hiding behind the cars.

On the ground, two men were rolling in pain, while another lay still—dead.

The bodyguards knew that after killing people, there was no turning back. They could only hope that their boss had indeed sent reinforcements. If not, they were all doomed.

For now, they had no choice but to hold on until the end.

The situation reached a deadlock once again.

Cohenheim was furious when he heard that two of his men were wounded and one was killed. He stood up angrily. "Damn it! They dare kill my men on my turf? This isn't just about some woman anymore."

Just as he was about to leave, the phone on his desk rang.

Cohenheim picked it up angrily. "Who is it?"

The voice on the other end said calmly, "Cohenheim, this is Prizzi."

Cohenheim was surprised. The Prizzi family and his gang had always been rivals, each wary of the other. He hadn't expected the Prizzi family leader to call him.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Prizzi?" Cohenheim asked, his voice low.

"You're trying to capture those actors from Hollywood? I suggest you stop. You've heard of Jon Hardy, right? Those actors work for him. I can tell you that the Los Angeles gang is his property, and he's not someone you want to mess with."

Cohenheim's tone turned cold. "I've heard of Jon Hardy. Sure, he's powerful in Los Angeles, but this is Houston, not his territory."

"If you touch Hardy's people, I guarantee he'll come after you. You're no match for him," Prizzi warned.

Cohenheim was infuriated by this.

"What can he do? Is he going to send an army to take me out? His bodyguards have already killed some of my men. You think I'm just going to let this slide?"

"Suit yourself," Prizzi said before hanging up.