Chapter 142: Finalization, Cost, and Toughness

The knock-knock-knock sound had never been so pleasant!

The originally somewhat irritable mood gradually calmed down. What can thirty thousand dollars do?

Chief Chali took off his hat and scratched the back of his head. It could buy two not-so-good detached villas in the Bay Area, or buy a detached villa in a good location, the kind with a swimming pool and garden.

Even if he spent ten dollars a day, it could let him not consider the expenses for ten years.

How old will he be in ten years?

His eyes were a bit unfocused. People are like this when they get old; their attention is not concentrated, and it's easy to get distracted.

Seeing that Chief Chali's eyes had no focus, the Assistant Chief coughed.

This sound brought Chief Chali's soul back from God. "What did you say just now?"

As an old partner, the Assistant Chief wasn't surprised by his question at all. "I mean, let them have a fight within a controllable range."

"After they finish fighting, our people will immediately go in, catch those 'murderers,' and this way we have an explanation for the citizens and an explanation for our police badges."

"It's not that we aren't willing to intervene in advance, it's that there's absolutely no way."

While speaking, police cars had already left with wailing sirens. The Assistant Chief walked to the window and pulled the blinds to look at the police driving away outside.

"They keep making trouble, it will only make the situation look worse."

"Compared to vicious crimes everywhere, I think it's more appropriate to keep everything within a controllable range."

I don't know which sentence convinced Chief Chali, or perhaps it was the knock on the table that represented thirty thousand dollars. He took out his pipe, stuffed some tobacco, slowly pressed it tight, and then lit it.

After two puffs of smoke, he took a deep breath. The room was full of the smell of tobacco, but it wasn't very smelly.

"Everything is within a controllable range?"

The Assistant Chief nodded, repeating a sentence like nonsense, but this time it was an affirmative sentence. "Everything is within a controllable range!"

Lansi, who was waiting for news, put on the tea-colored sunglasses again. The room was full of high-level cadres and ordinary cadres, and they were all waiting for news.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was very serious.

The banknotes on the table in front of Lansi were still quite a few. These people had received enough money, and everyone's face showed an indescribable expression, like... a kind of successful, ruthless smile.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and some people were startled!

Lansi was too, but he didn't show it, only his heart clearly missed a beat the moment the phone rang!

He picked up the phone, and immediately a dazed voice sounded: "We agree with your idea in principle, but you must first solve the things outside. I don't hope that anyone will report to the police again that a vicious case has occurred in the Empire District."

"Also, let those people of yours go to the police station and wait. This is the price you should pay."

"It's still too early now. After three o'clock, before five o'clock, you must resolve the battle."

"Also, the scene must leave... twenty people. We need to have an explanation for the citizens."

After listening, Lansi thought for a while. "Too many people to take the blame. Ten people."

The person on the other side also considered it, seemingly not wanting to bargain with him. "Twelve, thirteen, fourteen people. Too few won't be enough to explain."

"No problem."

After hanging up the phone, everyone's eyes were focused on Lansi. He looked at those high-level cadres, and then at the others.

"After three o'clock tonight, before five o'clock, is our time."

"Also, find twelve people to take the blame. Six hundred dollars a year for each person."

Going to jail is also a business.

In the Federation, there are people who specialize in going to jail for others, and it's about five or six hundred dollars a year. There are also some immigrants who are willing to do this.

For some short-term ones, such as six months, one year, one and a half years, there are quite a few people willing.

Outside, they can't earn this money, but going to jail can. Not only is there free food and accommodation, but they can also meet friends who possess various skills. This is not necessarily a way of life.

High-level cadres knew what Lansi meant. They had to divide this number. Five high-level cadres had twelve spots, two for each person, and two more.

Perhaps noticing their gaze, Lansi frowned. "You take two each, I take two here."

"Have the weapons arrived?"

The cadre responsible for purchasing military supplies nodded. "They'll be here soon..."

"Very good. I'll sleep for a while first. Call me at two-thirty."

He stood up, stretched, and walked toward the small door at the back. Inside was a lounge.

Irritable all night, finally able to rest well for a while.

Tonight, countless phones rang when they shouldn't have. Some high-level gang cadres began to restrain their subordinates, telling them not to approach the "Triangle Area," which was the location of Lansi's financial company.

Although they didn't explicitly say anything, these people knew that there would very likely be a large-scale fight there.

This kind of thing actually didn't happen very often in New Jincheng. In the past, it only happened when the five major families weren't the five major families and were fighting for this honor.

As the five major families determined their status here, this kind of conventional fighting phenomenon rarely appeared, which also made many young people feel very excited!

Although the captains and cadres above told them, don't damn well go join the fun, who could control it?

Everyone wanted to see, with such a big battle, what kind of fight it would be!

As the underground emperor of this city, Mr. Du Ke also received a call from a broker. "There will be a fight in the Triangle Area tonight. If you have anyone there, it's best to tell them not to run around."

Mr. Du Ke was still socializing and was a bit surprised when he heard this news, because it really hadn't happened much in the last two years.

He was also a bit curious. "Who and who?"

"Kamila Gang and a small family, called... Lansi..."

He tried to remind him. "Lansi?"

"Yes, Lansi Family, a small family. Do you know them?"

Mr. Du Ke didn't deny it. "Met once, a very interesting young man...", he pondered for a moment, asked clearly about the time, and made an appointment to go out for tea when he had time next time, but actually, it was an indefinitely distant appointment. He hung up the phone.

He then picked it up and called Alberto.

Alberto was enjoying his nightlife in the bar. The Sumuli people preferred only a few things, and almost all of them could be satisfied here.

Fudisi walked to his side and lowered his head. He was lying on the sofa, and a girl was serving him.

"The boss told you that the Kamila Gang is going to fight Lansi tonight. The location is the Triangle Area, from three o'clock to five o'clock."

Alberto didn't react at first. The technique of this new girl was too good, making him have to concentrate, otherwise, he would very likely lose face.

He didn't want to become a joke in the bar the next day—the strong Mr. Alberto Koti couldn't even last three minutes!

But his reason still had a trace of breathing space under the siege of alcohol and rounds of pleasure. A few seconds later, he suddenly reacted.

"Who did you say?" He turned his head to look at Fudisi.

"Kamila Gang, and Lansi."

"Shit!" He pushed the girl away, re-tied his belt, stood up, and strode toward the stairs. The office was on the third floor.

He came to the office, lit a cigarette, and found Lansi's business card and dialed the phone.

"Are you in the Triangle Area?"

Lansi vaguely had a premonition that this matter had something to do with Liam's death. "Yes, I'm in the Triangle Area. What's wrong?"

"The Kamila Gang applied for a fight, and the police station will soon clear the field for your fight. Do you know?"

"Fight... can also be applied for?" Lansi heard this for the first time. "I don't know, no one told me!"

His voice didn't sound like he was lying. Alberto was calm now. "Listen, after three o'clock, they will go to your place. Are there many police outside your door?"

Lansi carried the phone line to the window. He had people turn off the lights and looked outside.

There were quite a few police standing outside, but they didn't mean to come in. It seemed they were just guarding there.

"Is it too late for me to leave now?"

"Several police cars outside...", he had Erwin go to the back alley to check, and soon Erwin came back and told him there were also two police cars in the back alley. "There are also police in the back alley."

Alberto shook his head, although Lansi couldn't see it. "They very likely won't let you leave."

"Wait for my call, I'll ask about the situation."

After Lansi hung up the phone, he frowned. He turned on the lights again. "Alberto said the Kamila Gang people will come over to fight us soon." His gaze moved across the faces of these people, finally landing on the two girls.

"You two see if you can leave. If they let you leave, you go back as soon as possible."

"If they don't let you leave, come back quickly."

The two girls changed their clothes and left the company somewhat uneasily.

Just as they walked out the door, a police officer greeted them. "A case happened here. Before we investigate clearly, you'd better stay in this house."

One of the girls said, "We have already finished work, we want to go back!"

The police officer's expression was very cold, and his voice also increased a bit. "I repeat, please return to your house."

Several police officers around heard the sound and surrounded them. Seeing that the situation wasn't right, Lansi pushed the door open and walked out.

"Sorry, they don't know what happened. Can you tell me your name?", Lansi took the initiative to block between the two girls and the police.

The dim street light couldn't illuminate everything here, but it could let them see each other's eyes reflecting some light.

The police officer's attitude seemed to soften a bit. "This has nothing to do with you, please return to the room, sir."

Lansi smiled, regardless of whether the other party saw it or not, nodded slightly, and brought the two girls back to the room.

Seeing them go back, the police officers left here again.

Lansi told them about the current situation. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "You have more than three hours until three o'clock. We have to do something."

"I remember the filing cabinets are all iron?"

Erwin nodded repeatedly. "Yes, they are all iron."

Lansi walked toward the filing room. "Come, give me a hand, take the things out, and block some windows and doors."

He wasn't without considering leaving by force, but the police would definitely stop him. If he fired, this would be a felony in the Federation, at least ten years starting.

If he accidentally killed one in the conflict, he might have to go to the electric chair.

Not long after, the phone rang again. It was Alberto calling.

"They said you finished off Liam of the Kamila Gang, at the entrance of his Red High Heels club?"

After listening, Lansi was a bit speechless. "He wanted to finish me off, so I finished him off first. I don't think there's any problem."

"No problem is no problem. Now Lansi is being held up by his cadres and can't come down, so he can only do this."

"Many people are paying attention to this fight. Do you have weapons there?"

Lansi turned and asked Hiram. Hiram had been managing the weapons during this period. Then he said to Alberto, "Yes, but not many. The others are hidden at my residence."

Alberto licked his lips. "I'll arrange for someone to send them to you."

"I can't help you with anything else in this matter. In order to force the police station to compromise, Lansi's people are desperately committing crimes in the Empire District and nearby. In order to control the situation, you were sacrificed by the police station."

"The situation is roughly like this. Now, unless someone who holds core power in this city, like Councilman Williams or the Mayor, speaks for you, no one can change the outcome of this matter."

"And I heard the mayor also knows, but he didn't express anything. He acquiesced. Do you understand what I mean?"

After listening, Lansi was silent for a while. "I understand what you mean. Everyone thinks we will lose, so using the lives of our dozens of people to exchange for Lansi's compromise is very worthwhile."

"Although I don't want to admit it, you are right, Lansi. You are too weak, and so am I, so I can't help you, except for sending you some weapons and ammunition."

Lansi actually didn't have too much anger or sadness at this moment. He had experienced this kind of emotion many times in his previous life.

When you are still very weak, anyone can walk over and step on you. Only when you are strong enough to make them fear will they communicate with you equally.

"No matter what, Alberto, thank you for your help. I owe you a super big favor!"

"After this matter passes, as long as you say it, I can help you with anything!"

Alberto laughed twice. "I don't think this is your end, Lansi. I believe my intuition. Waiting for your good news!"

The call ended quickly. Lansi sat by the table, and after a while, lit a cigarette.

If you don't need to struggle to live a happy life, who would be willing to struggle?

Isn't struggling hard and tiring?

Go ask those who struggle, are they really voluntary?

Everything, isn't it all forced?

Lansi just wanted to lead everyone to live a better life, earn money, spend money, not be bullied, but... why is it so difficult?

He took a deep breath of smoke, and the feeling of his lungs being filled with smoke was exceptionally fulfilling.

After a few seconds, he slowly exhaled the smoke.

Others had already taken the few filing cabinets to block the windows, and they also flipped over some tables to make simple defensive fortifications.

Now that they were done, everyone gathered around again.

"Are you afraid?"

Lansi crossed his legs and asked.

Most people said no, and a few didn't speak.

He looked up at these people and laughed. "Everyone is lying. Actually, I know that you will all be a bit afraid more or less. Actually, I am also afraid."

"But fear can't solve the trouble. Fear will only make our enemies more and more arrogant."

He picked up the phone and threw it back. "Just now Alberto told me that everyone in the city doesn't look favorably on us and thinks we will lose."

"I never believe in fate, because I always feel that my fate should be decided by myself."

"Death or life, it should be decided by myself, not them!"

"They want to decide my fate?"

"Simple, kill me first."

"But I am not the kind of person who won't fight back. If anyone wants to kill me, they must be prepared to be killed by me!"

"Today they think we are a good bone to chew, then we must break a few of their teeth!"

The obviously low morale began to rise. Lansi flicked the cigarette out.

The sparks from the cigarette butt hitting the wall lit up the surroundings for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

"Wait for Alberto's people to send weapons over. Today we will teach them a lesson. Don't always feel that others are easy to bully. Screw them!"

Ten minutes later, Fudisi drove over. The police stopped him at the street corner.

"I am Mr. Du Ke's person, here to deliver something."

The police officer took a light and shone it on his face, then two more police officers came, one of whom Fudisi was a bit familiar with, maybe he had seen him somewhere.

That person signaled the police officer holding the light to put down the light in his hand, then asked, "What are you delivering?"

"Food, drink."

"Can I take a look?"

Fudisi didn't refuse.

The police officer walked to the back of the car and looked inside. It was full of various weapons. He then opened the car door and took out the four fragmentation grenades inside. "This won't do. I'll give it back to you when you come back."

"Also, you can't stay here," he said, letting other police officers let him pass, and then he stood on the side of the road himself.

Fudisi nodded. "Thanks."

The car soon stopped at the entrance of the company. He greeted them, and Lansi had people come out to help move the things in.

"Over a dozen submachine guns, the rest are handguns, plus bullets and magazines..."

Fudisi pulled Lansi to the side. "They won't all come over, your chance is still very big..."

"Originally brought you four little papayas, but they were taken down by them."

"Thanks, Fudisi, I owe you a favor."

Fudisi didn't say anything. He hugged Lansi. "Waiting for your good news..." ===== CHAPTER 143 =====