Chapter 420 Fox Appears
The device was an explosive detection scanner, typically used for security checks at airports and train stations.
The Murphy family's Law Enforcement Department members used it to scan Noah's group for concealed weapons.
A minute later, they all passed the inspection and entered the underground casino.
Compared to Sidney's operation, Brad's casino was much larger. It boasted at least forty or fifty gaming tables, each one packed with players.
The noise was deafening. Dealers in revealing outfits drew the eye, while cigarette smoke hung thick in the air, assaulting their nostrils.
"Let's go directly to Mr. Murphy," Sidney said, leading Noah's group to a room at the back.
Two masked guards flanked the entrance.
"Only three can enter with you," one of them told Sidney coldly.
Noah signaled to Bodhi and Ethan. The three would follow Sidney inside while the Respect Noah Pavilion members waited outside.
If anything happened, Noah could alert them instantly via phone.
The air inside was less suffocating than in the main casino. Nine sofas were arranged in a circle around the room.
Several were already occupied by men in their forties or fifties—some with ugly, pockmarked faces, others tall and imposing, some covered in tattoos.
Each exuded a cold, dangerous aura—clearly major players in the criminal underworld. Behind each boss stood three subordinates, their expressions blank and watchful.
In the center sofa sat a middle-aged man in a long black coat. His complexion was dark, and a faint sound seemed to emanate from his body.
"Fox!" Noah's eyes flashed with recognition.
This was the man who had shot him at The Luca Mansion.
Before coming, Noah had applied makeup to darken his skin and added a fake mole on his face—enough to fool anyone who didn't know him well. Ethan had done the same.
"Sidney's here," Fox said flatly from his seat. "Find a place to sit."
"Yes, Mr. Murphy," Sidney replied with a smile, taking an empty sofa.
Noah, Bodhi, and Ethan positioned themselves behind him.
Fox glanced at the three men before turning his attention back to Sidney with a slight smile. "You're quite ruthless, aren't you? Killing your own boss and taking his position as the Galaxy District leader."
In the criminal underworld, everyone believed Sidney had risen to power by murdering his namesake boss.
"Mr. Murphy, the former Sidney was cold-hearted and unpopular. My subordinates had grown resentful of him. I was merely acting on their wishes," Sidney replied with measured confidence.
"Good instincts. If you managed to eliminate Sidney and take his place, you've earned it. I never interfere in such matters. Internal competition is welcome—only through struggle do the strong emerge." Fox's expression remained neutral as he fell silent.
The room grew quiet again.
Over the next fifteen minutes, several more crime bosses from Silverlight City arrived until all nine sofas were occupied.
"Everyone seems to be here," Fox surveyed the room. "I've called you all for two reasons."
"First, the Harris family's downfall—I assume you're all aware of this?"
"Of course. The news has shocked the entire eastern Eagleland," said a pockmarked man. "Apparently, the Harris family offended some young man who then enlisted that internet celebrity, Rolls-Royce Guy, for a viral livestream."
"And that brought down the Harris family."
"Who is this young man who could destroy the Harris family?"
"Indeed! The Harris family was an established power with over a century of influence. Even our Murphy family would find it impossible to bring them down!"
"Who could this young man possibly be?"
The room buzzed with speculation and curiosity.
"I didn't gather you here to discuss this young man," Fox frowned slightly. "Whoever he is, yes, he must have impressive connections and power to take down the Harris family. But he has no conflict of interest with us, so there's no need to focus on him."
"Mr. Murphy makes an excellent point!"
"Absolutely!"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Fox continued, "What I wanted to address is that the Harris family's collapse has left significant market vacancies, especially in entertainment—KTVs, bars, nightclubs, pool halls, and the like. This is our opportunity. I want you all prepared to fill these gaps within a month."
"Right now, every family and clan is eyeing the Harris family's leftovers. The big pieces will go to eastern Eagleland's Moore family, but we can still feast on the scraps. Understand? We're talking about a market worth nearly ten billion dollars."
"Yes, Mr. Murphy!"
"I'll begin preparations immediately!"
"Mr. Murphy's timing couldn't be better!"
The room erupted in eager discussion.
"The second matter concerns the internet celebrity, Rolls-Royce Guy," Fox said, his tone hardening. "His real name is Noah, and he killed one of the Murphy family's distant relatives."
"I shot him once in Oceanbridge City, but somehow he survived. What's worse, he's now in Silverlight City and has orchestrated another viral livestream. He's being remarkably indiscreet—practically begging for death."
Fox's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"His presence in Silverlight City almost certainly means he's targeting our Murphy family. We failed to capture him before, so I'm ordering all of you to mobilize every available subordinate. Find Noah and eliminate him."
"This Noah must think highly of himself if Mr. Murphy is asking us to deploy all our men!"
"Between all of us, we must have several thousand people at our disposal!"
"With such manpower, we'll find him in no time!"
"He's a fool to provoke the Murphy family. His death is certain!"
The crime bosses laughed, dismissing Noah as a threat. They believed that with such a massive search effort, they would find and eliminate him within three days.
Meanwhile, Noah quietly assessed the room.
Four masked men stood at 12-foot intervals around the perimeter, each with a hand in their coat pocket—clearly gripping concealed weapons.
Fox sat merely six feet away from Noah.
"Get ready," Noah signaled to Ethan and Bodhi with his eyes.
Both tensed at Noah's signal.
None of the room's occupants could have imagined that the very Noah they were discussing stood among them—and was preparing to strike.
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