The Greatest Mafia Lord
Besieged

"Boss, how are you?" roy asked when Samuel woke up the next morning.

"How long am I sleeping?" Samuel frowned feeling a slight pain in his back.

"Three hours, Boss."

"Where is Ghani's grandfather?"

"He's there." Roy pointed to a room often used by Samuel.

Sam stood up and walked slowly to get there, looking like Grandpa Ghani was lying weak.

"Grandfather, can you hear me?" call Samuel a little soft and polite.

Grandpa Ghani opened his eyes to look at Samuel. "Jovi?" His voice sounded so weak and hoarse.

"This is Samuel, Cake. Jovi is my father."

Grandpa Ghani looked weakly smiling. "Jovi's son is this big, you really look like your father." He suddenly coughed and Samuel gave him a glass of water.

"Slow down, Cake. Don't talk too much, just rest."

"Where's your dad? How's he doing now?" ask Grandpa Ghani.

"He will be here soon."

Ghani's grandfather did not say anything, although his body could no longer be moved, it was fortunate that he could still speak.

Shortly afterwards, Mr. Jovi came to Samuel.

"How's Grandpa Ghani doing?"

"Just lie down and talk, the rest of him can't do anything, it looks like we're late enough to save him until things get worse." Samuel could only answer weakly, could not do much to help Grandpa Ghani's recovery.

Mr. Jovi patted Samuel on the shoulder several times and smiled. "You don't have to feel guilty, I have my own way of helping her walk again." Mr. Jovi also entered to meet people he had not met for a long time.

"Then I go home first, Yuna must be looking for me, I didn't call her yesterday."

"Uncle, how are you doing right now? Did they give you the poison?" Mr. Jovi immediately asked.

"Yes, I didn't know they were going to be this slick, sorry to bother you."

"Uncle take it easy, I'll make you the antidote."

"Where was your son?" Grandpa Ghani diverted the conversation.

"He came home wanting to see his wife, afraid the housewives were defiling him."

"You go follow him, there will be something going on in his house, not to be sorry at the end." Although it looks weak, it still can not cover the look on Grandpa Ghani's face that worries Samuel.

"What's wrong? What's gonna happen? But I have to concoct you an antidote first, Uncle." Mr. Jovi also pounded at Grandpa Ghani's words.

"Have, go after your son, don't mind me, or do you want what you've been through to happen to your son? You want your son to go through five years of treatment like what happened to you? Separating from a child is not easy, is it? Do you want Samuel to feel it?" Grandpa Ghani kept pressing.

"Did they target his wife?" Mr. Jovi immediately guessed and Grandpa Ghani nodded in agreement.

"I'll be right back, you take good care of yourself, I'll have Samuel's subordinates concoct the antidote for you." Mr. Jovi panicked, immediately left the room and approached Roy.

"Are you Roy?"

"Yes, Sir. What's up?" Seeing the anxious face of Mr. Jovi, Roy also panicked.

"This is the prescription drug that you need to find, once you get it, just mix it up according to what is listed here. Remember there are no mistakes." Mr. Jovi gave Roy a piece of paper, Roy received it politely and said, "Well, sir. I'll do my best."

On the other hand, Samuel, who had just entered his house, was immediately besieged from various directions, his body entangled by a well-planned trap by a group of people who surrounded his house.

Someone laughed out loud looking at Samuel who could not move. "It turns out that the Great Lord's words were true, one would lower his level of vigilance if he were in his own home." He laughed again, looking very satisfied.

"Damn it," Samuel grumbled as he looked at them with disdain.

This time Samuel really did not think that his uncle could still deploy his subordinates to besiege the house, he was currently in a trap, even want to reach for his phone to contact Roy, he can't move a bit.