True redemption? Duke rolled his eyes, it seemed he heard a joke. You plan to kill him.

In the room of Casablanca Hotel in Cucuta, I was tidying up my suit.

Maria was choosing a tie for me; these clothes were all newly bought high-end items.

It was a charity donation event; I couldn't attend wearing combat gear and carrying an automatic rifle.

Of course, I wasn't invited.

However, the event was not a closed affair.

Rather, it was an open-air reality show; charity wasn't the purpose, it was for elections.

Maria chose a gemstone blue tie for me, gently fastening it for me.

Nearby, Duke was tying his tie himself, looking at me with displeasure.

We're both men, why is he different?

"Maria, I can't tie a tie," Duke said, seeking approval.

"You can learn."

WHAT? Why doesn't Kenny need to learn? Why do I need to?

Duke looked at me with disdain again. Kenny, you're a bastard!

Standing in front of the mirror, I tugged my tie.

Maria nodded with satisfaction, "Very handsome, very charming, you look like a pop star."

Yes, my charm reaches 88 points. If 100 is the maximum, that means I've reached the human limit. What would that be like?

Male succubus? Women go crazy when they see me?

I smiled helplessly, feeling like I could become a wealthy man doing public relations or exotic dancing.

"You could be a star." Maria remarked, I was the most charming man she had seen, handsome looks, an evil smile, and etiquette-filled slaughter.

Just like a contradiction.

Light and darkness coexist, kindness and cruelty reside together.

There is gentleness, yet also coldness.

"I can't." I told the truth. I have a dark past, it's impossible to become a public figure.

"You could earn money relying on your looks, why rely on your skills, you have innate talent."

FUCK! Duke sourly looked at me, agreeing with Maria's words nevertheless.

Kenny, this guy has changed a lot recently, whether in appearance or temperament, he has a lethal attraction to women.

Innate talent? Living off women?

Indeed, relying on women I could live very comfortably, why be in the mafia?

This answer even God couldn't answer.

"Maria, how do I look?"

"Great!" Maria gave a thumbs up.

Is that all?

Duke sighed, God must not be fully awake.

At 3 PM, we arrived at Columbus Park. The charity event was a show, so it was set in a public venue.

Columbus Park is the central public park of Cucuta, very close to the government building, surrounded by commercial areas, near downtown, with St. Joseph's Cathedral, Ventura Commercial Center, and Tanzande General Gymnasium.

Compared to Tanzande Port, Cucuta is like paradise, although the crime rate here is high, the daytime security is much better.

Today, many officers stood outside Columbian Park.

The green lawn, activity equipment, and the central stage were decorated with a festive atmosphere. Balloons floated around the park, and many residents were scattered around.

Duke left the car with a backpack.

I led Maria, wearing a red gown showing an attractive cleavage, towards the venue.

Maria was stunning today, her golden hair styled at the back with a hair clip.

She wore high heels, holding my arm, I carried a leather case, looking quite peculiar.

Near the venue, two officers reached out to stop me.

"Do you have an invitation? Or can you show a press card?"

I smiled, pulling out a stack of US Dollars from my pocket, raising my hand and tossing it into the air.

Rain fell from the sky, colorful US Dollars flying in the air.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

"Oh my God!"

A large crowd screamed wildly, faces filled with surprise, grabbing the US Dollars flying through the air.

The officers were stunned.

"This is my invitation!" I threw another stack of US Dollars. "Is it enough?"

Maria held back her laughter, she hadn't expected me to use such a method.

"Oh my God!"

More and more people picked up money, and the surrounding citizens began to converge towards me.

If 10,000 US Dollars isn't enough, then 20,000!

I kept flinging bills around; anyway, this wasn't my money.

"Sir, please don't interfere with our order and work." The officers didn't know how to deal with it.

"Interfering? I'm here to donate to single mothers, and also to orphans. I want to ask you, have I interfered with your work?"

The surrounding citizens looked at us.

The officers blushed, not knowing how to answer; the man before them came to do good deeds, even though his method was wrong, but as officers, they couldn't drive me away.

Otherwise, the surrounding crowd would despise them.

"He is here to help those poor families."

"Yes, he is here to help those orphans!"

The surrounding voices grew louder.

The officers nervously looked at me.

"Please let them in." A gentle voice came from behind the officers.

"Lucas!" The surrounding shouted excitedly, the crowd waved arms enthusiastically towards the man.

"Lucas!"

Lucas Villa!

This handsome middle-aged man smiled at me, his eyes fixed on my cheek.

I knew he recognized me.

As the owner of the Cucuta Group, it's impossible for him not to know my whereabouts by now.

As long as you enter Colombia through normal channels, he can clearly understand my appearance and information from the customs.

The man who destroyed his group stands before him, still scattering his money.

Lucas stared at me, his heart filled with rage, Kenny Clark, you hell-bound bastard.

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