But otherwise, how could Maxwell summon them urgently at this time?

Donald, among the founders, took a step forward and said noo: "There should be a solution to this matter!"

"solve?"

Maxwell asked disdainfully.

He didn't believe that Donald would come up with any way to deal with it. In just two days, two of the three masters of the Black Hand Club had died and lost a mysterious team. Such a huge casualty was the first time since the Black Hand Club was founded.

Donald lowered his head timidly, not daring to face Maxwell's two cold gazes, and his body trembled slightly, "We can also send someone..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard Maxwell sneer, "Haha, aren't there enough people who are afraid of death? Or do you think about continuing to ask me to pay for you?"

"No...I don't mean that!"

Donald waved his hand and shook his head violently, explaining in panic.

Maxwell glanced at him contemptuously, then his eyes fell on the founders of the other two Black Hands who had never spoken. There was a cold ice in his words, and he asked, "Is there any way you two guys?"

The two of them looked at each other, and then lowered their heads again.

After all, Maxwell is now angry. If he can't come up with a good countermeasure, he will inevitably make trouble on himself. Such things are better for them, and the best way is to keep silent.

"Haha, I spent so much money to support you, but it was useless at critical moments. So what's the use of keeping you?"

Maxwell sneered, and anger was clearly visible in his words.

After hearing this, the three founders of the Black Hand Association couldn't help but become weak, and they knelt in front of Maxwell and kowtowed repeatedly.

"It's all our fault, we'll find a way!"

The three of them begged for forgiveness in unison.

Maxwell looked at them disdainfully. He had no choice but to do anything to Xiao Yang twice before. He had long since not believed that the black hands would do it, but these guys would come up with some clever tricks.

He extinguished the cigar in his hand, then slowly stood up, looking down at the founder of the three Black Hands who were kneeling on the ground with cold eyes, and said coldly: "From today on, you three will no longer need to manage the Black Hands!"

The three founders of the Black Hand Club suddenly widened their eyes.

Although the achievements of the Black Hands Association have been able to achieve today over the years are all due to the secret help of Maxwell, the Black Hands Association was finally founded by the three of them, and was infused with their efforts. However, Maxwell's simple words made them leave the Black Hands Association, and no matter what, the three of them were unacceptable for a while.

Maxwell saw the unwillingness in the eyes of the founders of the Black Hand Society, and a grim smile appeared on his face, and said in a low voice: "Do you three want to survive, or do you want to continue to stay in the Black Hand Society?"

His words were neither too fast nor too slow, but there was a strong sense of threat between the lines, which was obviously nothing more.

No matter how stupid the founders of the Black Hand Club were, they could still hear the meaning of Maxwell's words.

With Maxwell's influence in the United States, his identity and status, it is easier to kill the three of them than to stick an ant to death.
Chapter completed!