Chapter 1097: New Identity and Laughter

Fran was like this.

Actually, it wasn't just him; many people have some small habits of their own in their lives.

Some people will go to listen to music when they are in a bad mood, or play a piece of music like a raging storm to relieve the emotions in their hearts.

Others might silently sit by the window, sunbathing and drinking coffee while reading a passage from a book.

Everyone has their own way of dealing with emotions; perhaps at first, they just suddenly felt that doing so would make them very comfortable, but over time, it gradually became a habit.

Fran's habit was that when he was in a good mood, he would sit on the balcony, blow the wind of nature, and then have a drink.

This was a hobby that didn't affect others, which made him feel that his style could be pulled very high all at once, and he always believed in one point: don't easily share your emotions with others.

This was what his father said; he said if you easily share your emotions with others, you easily let others grasp you.

As the head and leader of the Peileisi family, he couldn't easily let others grasp his emotions, so even if he was very happy or very unhappy, the methods he used to release his emotions were self-contained, the kind that wasn't shared.

This was indeed a very important piece of news. "This news is very important; if the Peileisi family is handled by us, your contribution will be very great."

Lanse paused for a moment, then said, "Some of my people have already arrived in the old city. I need you to help me hide them, but I also need them to be around the Perez family's properties every day, to more meticulously figure out the daily habits of these properties and their managers."

Hearing this, the big-bearded chief felt a bit difficult. "The Peileisi family is very sensitive to outsiders; if your people are wandering around their industries all day, they will definitely discover them."

"I have no problem letting them in, but what you said is very hard for me to do."

Gangs, especially gangs with a strong concept of territory, will be very sensitive to such "invaders" who clearly might pose a danger.

Starting from those street families, you just approach their territory with a seemingly arrogant pace, and there will be a few young people sitting there chatting who will stand up, show you their "courage," and then tell you to get lost.

Big families like the Peileisi family are the same; they see Old City as their territory. If many strange faces appear on the street, they will definitely be able to react the first time.

This might be an impossible task for the big-bearded chief.

His refusal didn't make Lanse dissatisfied. Lanse laughed twice and said, "No, you can do it, and it's very simple."

After listening to Lanse's introduction, the big beard, after a brief silence, let out a breath. "You are truly a genius!"

Lanse's method was very simple: as long as the big beard put police uniforms on his people...

This might be the first time Hailamu wore a police uniform to "work"; he had played many roles before, but he had never played a police officer.

"How do I look now?", he stood in front of the mirror and kept examining himself in the mirror; this police uniform, it had to be said, fit him very well.

He had gained a bit of weight during his time in Lapa, which fit the police image very well, and plus he tied his hair up into a ponytail, looking a bit...

"You look like a fucking veteran at taking black money!", his subordinate gave him a very sharp evaluation.

"Fuck, if you don't know how to talk, then don't!", he looked at the subordinate who said this through the mirror, then looked at the other one. "What do you think?"

His other subordinate also shrugged and said, "I think he's right; you look like you're not a good person at all!"

Hailamu cursed a few more times, then pulled the shirt tucked into his pants out a bit so it looked more natural, and the clothes wouldn't look a bit bloated because they were stuck tightly to his body.

"I really should take a photo and mail it to my mom."

His subordinates all laughed, feeling it was very interesting.

Following the end of his "self-examination," Hailamu led his people out of the changing room; there were several hundred of them in total.

They weren't transferred from other places but were directly transferred from those people in Lapa to here, and the number was still constantly increasing.

The Peileisi family might have some channels domestically to monitor or inquire about the Lanse family's personnel transfers.

But they absolutely didn't have the ability to interfere with the situation in Lapa, just like when others entered their territory, they could discover it the first time.

If people from the Peileisi family went to Lapa, Lanse would also discover it the first time.

The three walked into the police station lobby, and immediately some officers looked at them with smiles on their faces.

Hailamu also smiled and greeted them, then signaled for them to go to work.

This time, the big-bearded chief recruited two thousand more officers from society to hide Lanse's people.

If he had just rashly put these people into the police station, the Peileisi family might have had some informants in the police station.

But if they were recruited from society, and these people took the initiative to sign up and join the police station, then there was no problem.

The sergeants inside the police station also asked the big-bearded chief why he was increasing personnel for no reason.

The reason the big-bearded chief gave them could only be said to be just right—after the conflict between the Peileisi family and the Lanse family gradually heated up, a relatively fierce family war would definitely break out.

By then, Old City would very likely become one of the battlefields.

If they didn't expand personnel now, by the time they started fighting fiercely, there might not be enough people, so they were temporarily recruiting some "temporary workers" to come in, and after the family war ended, they would find a way to fire these police officers.

And even if they didn't fire them, the big-bearded chief felt there was no problem.

For this idea of his, almost all the sergeants and officers expressed support; after all, maintaining social order during a gang war was no different from risking one's life.

It might just be because of accidentally getting involved in a battle about to break out that they would be shot into a sieve.

If there could be some people to share their risks, why would they refuse?

The mayor's side also approved his idea of increasing personnel, and this matter was settled.

The Lanse family's people had already mixed into the police ranks; they put on police uniforms, and most of them began to engage in the lowest-level police work—patrolling.

This was also what Lanse needed them to do.

"The police patrol has been very diligent recently; another police car has come." Peiji sat on the third floor of his nightclub and watched a police car parked downstairs, his gaze locked on the two police officers who got out of the car.

He himself had an industry in Old City, which was the nightclub he was managing himself now.

Saying it was his own industry wasn't entirely accurate; it should be said it was an industry allocated to him by the family, and half of the profit generated every month had to be handed over to the family, and the rest was his own.

Doing this was also to connect everyone closely together through interests, and at the same time balance the relationship between family members.

If someone could get a lot of money without doing anything, there would definitely be people with opinions, but if he had a job and this money was "earned" back by himself, then the voices of opinion would be much smaller.

It was like Baoluo (the deceased boss of the Pasileituo family), who divided the best bar to Kelisiduofu; although many people had opinions about him, this opinion wasn't enough to make them clearly oppose Duofo.

A good location was just the foundation of success; if you wanted to truly make money, make big money, you still had to look at your own management style.

Even on the same street, or even two adjacent storefronts, there were those who did well and those who didn't; such resource and wealth allocation could minimize dissatisfaction among family members.

And if needed, they could also timely adjust what family members were responsible for, which also greatly enhanced the family head's power.

This nightclub could provide Peiji with about seventy or eighty thousand in income every month; alcohol, plus other business items, after removing the family's portion, he had between thirty-five thousand and fifty thousand dollars, which wasn't a small amount.

He didn't deal with the police very often; the big-bearded chief had always been very sensible, not easily provoking them, and not daring to provoke them.

It was just that these past few days, patrol officers had clearly come more diligently than before, and his subordinates told him that there were several more patrol officers in this area now, no longer the two fixed people from before.

One of his subordinates sitting on the sofa curled his lips and said, "This is very likely because of our recent actions against the Lanse family. I heard from my friends that Chali is worried that we will start a war in Old City, so he strengthened the police force."

"This is actually a good thing for us; once we start fighting with the Lanse family, these police officers will stand on our side."

"So you don't need to worry at all; just treat them as free bodyguards."

Peiji looked at the flashy police officer who got out of the police car and tied a small ponytail, his face full of displeasure. "But they are always standing here, which will affect our business!"

"What kind of people are our guests?"

He turned around and looked at his subordinate. "Alcoholics, and those evil ghosts addicted to lust; these people hate and fear the police the most."

"Our turnover has clearly dropped these past few days; we need to find a way to make them disappear from here."

One of his many subordinates stood up from the sofa; the hair wax on this person's head made his hair reflect light.

Exquisite dressing and shiny leather shoes, plus a pink pocket square, gave people a kind of flashy feeling.

"I'll solve it."

Peiji was the general manager here, and this guy was the deputy manager, responsible for the specific management of this nightclub and coordinating the relationships of the people working here.

Peiji nodded. "Make them get lost further away; don't affect my business!"

The deputy manager nodded and left here. Not long after, Peiji saw the deputy manager appear downstairs outside the nightclub through the window.

"Hey, two officers." He walked toward Hailamu with a face full of smiles.

Hailamu had recently learned the police method of hands on hips—his two thumbs were hooked inside his belt, supporting his arms like a buckle, rather than really pinching his waist.

At the same time, the other four fingers of his right hand naturally pressed on the holster, which gave him a look that seemed very hard to provoke.

However, the Peileisi family's understanding of these police officers told them that these police officers were just for show.

The two looked at the deputy manager who walked over. Hailamu tilted his head slightly. "What?"

The deputy manager looked back at the third-floor window. "You standing here will affect our business."

Hailamu noticed what he had just looked back at and also looked at the third-floor window. "We are just performing official duties, sir."

The deputy manager smiled and looked the two over. "I haven't seen you before."

Hailamu told him the truth very directly: "We just joined the Old City Police Department, so it's normal that you haven't seen us."

The deputy manager smiled. "No wonder; if it were old officers, they wouldn't be like you."

"How are they?", Hailamu continued to chat with him about some boring things.

However, the deputy manager felt very good; this kind of communication, in his view, was these two officers following his words, and he held the initiative.

"If it were them, they would only sit in the car, and then park the car in that alley in front."

"They would stop here for a while, and then leave."

"Because they know that no one will cause trouble here!"

Speaking of this, the deputy manager raised his chin slightly, as if this was something everyone knew and was very glorious.

Hailamu stared at him. "I'm a newbie; I don't know."

This answer made the deputy manager frown. "Let me put it this way."

"This is the Peileisi family's industry, understand?"

Looking at Hailamu's unmoved expression, he continued, "Do you know Mr. Peiji?"

Hailamu still had no attitude, which made the deputy manager gradually become a bit irritable. "Do you want me to call Chali?"

When he said this, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. At this time, the officer beside Hailamu stood out and said to the deputy manager, "Shall we go talk to the side?"

The deputy manager looked at Hailamu, then came to the side with the other officer. "My colleague doesn't know much about the Peileisi family and Mr. Peiji, but you can let him be flexible."

"By the way, the Mr. Peiji you mentioned, is that Peiji Peileisi, the gentleman who led this attack on the Lanse family's convoy?"

This matter was made known to almost everyone under the Peileisi family's own propaganda; the police group had quite a few informants, and they could naturally inquire about this news.

Some said this was to build momentum for Peiji; after all, they had suffered heavy casualties twice under the Lanse family's attack and had taken the initiative to bow their heads.

To break this impression people had of them, they had to create a few heroic figures.

The deputy manager nodded as a matter of course. "That's the Mr. Peiji!"

"I have great respect for Mr. Peiji; I wonder if there is an opportunity to see him?"

The deputy manager squinted at him. "Is this something a small character like you can think about?"

"Alright, I don't have time to chat with you here; Mr. Peiji is still waiting for me to go back. What does your colleague need to do to be flexible?"

The officer stood with his back to Hailamu and made a classic rubbing fingers gesture where the deputy manager could see.

Seeing this gesture, the deputy manager was a bit unhappy, but eventually compromised.

Now what he had to do wasn't to fight with these two officers, but to make Peiji not irritable.

"How much do you want?"

The officer looked at Hailamu, his face revealing a smile that could "succeed." "My friend has a relatively big appetite..."

Hearing this, the deputy manager's temper was a bit hard to suppress and was already on the verge of exploding.

Could anyone come to extort the Peileisi family?

Were these two officers tired of living? However, he was thinking this the second before, but the second after, all the expressions on his face stopped there, because he heard something that made him feel funny—

"At least give us twenty dollars!"

The deputy manager took three or five seconds to look at the officer in front of him, then looked back at the other police officer who was hard to talk to. "Fuck, you guys are really fucking..."

He shook his head, unable to find any adjectives, but soon took a stack of money from his pocket, counted two ten-dollar bills, and handed them to the police officer beside him. "Take your colleague and get lost from the entrance of our nightclub, understand?"

The officer didn't seem to feel insulted and said with a smile, "Immediately!"

The deputy manager walked toward the nightclub. When passing Hailamu, he spat a mouthful of saliva at his feet, then turned his head and didn't look at him anymore.

The officer returned to Hailamu's side and handed over ten dollars. "He is upstairs; it seems this Mr. Peiji is very passionate about his work."

Hailamu took the ten dollars, flicked it, and then stuffed it into his pocket. "Focus on watching him these few days; figure out his daily schedule."

He said this, opened the police car door, and sat in. The two drove the police car and found an alley nearby to hide in, almost invisible.

All of this was seen clearly by Peiji upstairs. Seeing that he had only given them a little money to send them away, a look of contempt and disdain immediately appeared on his face.

He sat back down, sitting in his chair. "I thought they had some new tricks; I didn't expect it to be just this?"

His subordinates all burst into laughter, as if mocking the police had become a way for them to take pleasure.

The Peileisi family had a ruling status in this city; even the mayor taking office needed their nod.

So from another perspective, the police actually had no status in front of them.

Especially when the deputy manager returned here and used a slightly exaggerated, funny tone to tell them "my friend has a big appetite" and used even more ridiculous expressions and actions to say "at least twenty dollars," many people laughed until they had tears in their eyes! ===== CHAPTER 1098 =====