George was the first to arrive.

He was also the quickest to submit.

In terms of adapting to circumstances, he truly was a first-rate talent.

Whether when the five great families became three, or now as the three families are reduced to one dominant force.

He was always the quickest to react.

Even if just a few days ago he was still dreaming of cleaning up the mess and dominating Wenster on his own.

But the situation changed too quickly, survival was the most important thing.

He had no choice but to abandon his fantasies and once again crawl at Sandro's feet.

"Respected Lord Sandro, the Evans Clan is willing to join under the Conte family's banner and follow your every command."

"George, you really don't have to do this, your father and I, and you, are good friends, and the Evans family has a very long history..."

"Please do not refuse our loyalty."

George directly kissed Sandro's left hand.

Putting aside these hypocritical refusals and integrations.

By that afternoon, nearly all the leaders of Wenster's underground forces had submitted to Sandro.

And Sandro achieved this unification of the Black Mud Dynasty without shedding a single drop of blood.

This was also due to the reputation he had built over the years, and the fact that all sufficiently powerful forces had perished.

Especially Ethan.

People always thought Ethan would replace Sandro.

But now Ethan was dead too.

Sandro became king, and no one disputed it anymore.

To witness this historical moment—

Because up to now, in Wenster's history, no one had truly unified the underground.

Sandro would hold a grand banquet in three days, inviting all the underground leaders to attend.

It was a celebration, as well as a coronation ceremony.

This news quickly spread.

The Prohibition Bureau naturally got wind of it immediately.

They were absolutely not pleased to see Sandro unifying the underground, as his bootlegging empire would only flourish more.

So they already started devising new plans, determined to cause enough chaos on the day of his coronation, ensuring he couldn't successfully receive his coronation.

However, at that moment, a new order arrived out of the blue, demanding they drop everything and fully cooperate.

They couldn't refuse, because the issuer of that order was... Solomon.

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Time passed quickly.

Three days flew by.

On this day, the air in Wenster was exceptionally fresh, and the sense of spring was stronger.

Some trees on the street even sprouted new buds.

A scene full of vitality.

For ordinary citizens, it was the beginning of a beautiful spring.

And for those in the Black Mud, it was the establishment of a dynasty.

This spring was the best proof.

Most people had completely submitted to Sandro.

They all dressed in their finest clothes, styled their hair meticulously, and prepared the best gifts, all in hopes of making an appearance at Sandro's coronation ceremony today.

If they were fortunate enough to catch Sandro's eye, their lives would change.

This was a new era.

New opportunities were surely to come.

"Are you really not going?"

Standing in front of a dressing mirror, Haska was adjusting his outfit.

In terms of looks, he was top-notch, and today he specially changed into a tailor-made suit from an old store in the Royal Capital, looking absolutely dazzling.

Three days ago, they were ultimately a step too late, his chance was snatched up by Eugene, who first sold most of the Bolita Clan's assets.

When Haska got the news, he had closed his eyes, ready to face death.

Unexpectedly, Sandro was willing to give him a chance, letting him bring the remaining assets of the Murich Clan under allegiance.

He was a very weak person, not at all like the assertive Ethan, not even comparable to Palon.

So he decisively chose to surrender.

Palon did not make the same choice.

Honestly, Palon's firmness surprised Haska, almost making him doubt if the person in front of him was Palon.

Palon was unwilling to join the allegiance; he proposed either to be killed or to leave.

Sandro surprisingly agreed too, letting him choose to stay or leave.

"Actually, there's nothing bad about submitting to Sandro; he's always been fair, and we still have value, life goes on as usual, right?"

Haska had already resigned himself, fixing his hair.

"Ethan is dead already, there's nothing much to hold on to, right? Besides, he also killed your brother."

"Maybe I'm just tired, don't want to live like this anymore." Palon shook his head, not mentioning that night.

Ethan indeed killed his brother, but Ethan also gave him a different life.

It was a life he never dared to imagine before, truly living as a person.

"Alright, since we've known each other for a while, just stay at my place, nothing will happen; I'll send you off in a few days."

Palon nodded, still somewhat dejected.

Haska finished tidying up and left.

But just as he was about to get in the car to leave, Palon suddenly chased after him, saying, "Wait a minute, forget it, I'll go with you, but I can't go like this, let me prepare, bring some gifts and people, we can't lose face."

"You're right, go ahead, in life, we have to look forward." Haska didn't know how Palon had come around, but it was a good thing he did.

Half an hour later, they set off together. Palon seemed to be in better spirits, though the subordinates he brought looked a bit unfamiliar.

But maybe they were brought over from the original Cabreya family, so Haska didn't mind.

Today, the seaside castle was perhaps the busiest it had ever been since Sandro bought it.

The coast was full of various new cars, the henchmen of Wenster's big and small leaders gathering outside, either chatting or smoking while watching the sea, making quite an impressive scene.

As for the castle itself, it was unusually decorated, with some exquisite ornaments hung up, and, of course, the Conte family's crest prominently displayed in the castle's most visible spot.

Speaking of which, outsiders rarely knew what the Conte family's crest was.

Because Sandro had been very low-key in recent years, and the true core members of the Conte family were few, so its crest was not well known.

Today's look, though, was incredibly striking.

It was guarded by two tridents, a castle that exuded extreme majesty.

Look closely, isn't that the very castle in front of them?

The long passage was already covered with a red carpet.

People were guided by Conte family members in black suits, walking towards the castle, truly feeling like they were going to meet the king.

Haska and Palon also reached the red carpet.

Most of their subordinates were left outside, only a few helping them carry gifts inside.

The gift Palon prepared seemed particularly valuable, requiring three people to carry.

Seeing this, Haska couldn't help but shake his head, this guy changed too quickly, didn't he?

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