America 1919

Yesterday, Randall Heyman's private distillery had just produced 30 bottles of whiskey, ready for transport to White Bird Village in Newark.

However, these 30 bottles of whiskey were hijacked en route, which made Hubert Lewis extremely angry.

Being responsible for the transportation, Randall Heyman naturally had to accept punishment!

"Give him a good beating, how dare he lose my goods?" As Hubert Lewis looked at Randall Heyman, who was already beaten to a pulp, he still wasn't satisfied. He grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table and smashed it fiercely towards Randall Heyman!

Seeing the attitude of Hubert Lewis, his subordinates naturally put even more effort into beating Randall Heyman.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling!

The phone on Hubert Lewis's desk rang, and he picked it up with some impatience, "Who's there!"

"It's me!"

The voice of Graik Miller came from the other end of the line.

"Haha, it's my brother Graik!" Upon hearing Graik Miller's voice, Hubert Lewis laughed and said, "Is there any good news you want to tell me?"

Graik Miller said calmly, "That matter with Donnie, he's already taken care of those troubles."

"What?" Hubert Lewis abruptly sat up straight, his smile vanishing as he shouted, "Graik, what did you promise me, didn't you say there was a way to get Donnie into trouble, and now you're telling me that he's resolved his own trouble?"

"Louis, don't forget who you're talking to!" Graik Miller retorted angrily on the phone.

"Of course I'll never forget, Colonel Graik Miller of the U.S. Army Staff!" Hubert Lewis said with disdain, "But don't you forget how you climbed up the ranks in the staff, and who's been sending you money each month, not to mention that your family is still in Newark!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"That's right, I am threatening you!" Hubert Lewis shouted angrily, "It was you who said there would be no problem, that's why I put up the money. Now, I've spent my money, but a problem has arisen, shouldn't I threaten you?"

Graik Miller was breathing heavily, a U.S. Army Staff officer, being threatened by a Newark gang lord.

Such an event would be unbelievable if word got out.

But this was exactly the situation, and frustratingly, Graik Miller had no solution.

The root of the problem still lay with Graik Miller himself.

Coming from the lower echelons of Newark, he had no way to pay the enormous college tuition fees back then, and out of desperation, he turned to Hubert Lewis.

Hubert Lewis, though a lunatic, was a lunatic with brains.

He saw potential in Graik Miller, so he paid the considerable tuition fees for him.

After Graik Miller graduated from college and joined the army, it was with the financial support of Hubert Lewis that he entered the U.S. Army Staff before 30. Read latest chapters at empire

Not only that, but Hubert Lewis also covered all living expenses for Graik Miller's family in Newark!

Graik Miller knew Hubert Lewis well, knowing he was a loose cannon capable of anything. Now, he was genuinely worried that Hubert might do something to his family.

"There's nothing I can do about this. Donnie has used some connection that even got the Taft Family involved. Do you think I can still have any influence on the people of the Taft Family?"

Hubert Lewis scoffed, "Weren't you saying you were courting Princess Helen of the Taft Family? Can't you get Helen to speak for you?"

There was a silence on the other end of the line before Graik Miller finally spoke, "Helen has gone to work in Atlantic City!"

"what fuck!" Hubert Lewis roared in shock, "What the hell were you doing before!"

"What I do is none of your business!" Graik Miller said helplessly, "Donnie is now beyond our reach. Listen to me, go to Atlantic City now. If you can manage to cooperate with Donnie, I believe your business will flourish even more!"

"What am I hearing?" Hubert Lewis laughed maniacally, "Donnie takes the woman you were after, and now you want me to cooperate with him? I'm really beginning to doubt what I saw in you back then, to have supported such a loser like you!"

Graik Miller hung up the phone.

Hubert Lewis furiously threw the phone to the ground. Looking at Randall Heyman still sprawled in his office, he angrily picked up the ashtray from the table and began to wildly smash it onto Randall Heyman.

Only when his rage had subsided did he throw the ashtray to the floor.

It was only because the ashtray wasn't sturdy enough and not all of its blows landed on Randall Heyman that he wasn't already dead!

"Boss, after Donnie gets the arms, he'll start shipping liquor to New York in large quantities. Our business will be even tougher, right?"

One of the lackeys reminded Hubert Lewis.

"Don't I know that?" Hubert Lewis swung a fierce slap across the man's face.

The lackey held his cheek and dared not speak again.

Hubert Lewis revealed a ferocious smile, "If Donnie doesn't want to let me live peacefully, he won't have peace either!"