Chapter 359: 360. Chapter 356: Hurting Him and Support

360. Chapter 356: Hurting Him and Support

The Professor slowly placed the phone on the base. The cigarette by the ashtray had burned out; he had only taken two puffs.

He took out another one, lit it, and looked somewhat decadent.

Wolf didn't speak, just looked at him.

He probably knew what had happened, but surprisingly, he didn't show any rage.

"I made a mistake."

He took a puff of the cigarette, placed it on the ashtray, rubbed his face hard with both hands, then rubbed his head, and finally, as if suddenly enraged, used both hands to push everything on the table to the ground!

Wolf didn't speak, still looking at him.

The Professor panted slightly, bent down to pick up the cigarette that had fallen to the ground, and took another breath. "I made an empiricist mistake."

"I treated them as an ordinary gang."

He felt his scalp itching and scratched it. "We shouldn't have considered using Lansi and his group to consume the people of those small gangs. We should have concentrated our strength to deal with them from the beginning!"

The Professor's idea couldn't be said to be entirely wrong. The small gangs that were forced to merge into the Wolf Gang were obedient on the surface.

But if you really wanted them to do something without giving them enough benefits, they might not be as obedient as usual.

So the Professor's idea was very simple: use Lansi as a whetstone to grind away the thorns among these small gangs.

This is like a fish that has had all its bones picked out, ready to be swallowed in one bite.

But what he didn't expect was that the Lansi family's execution was so high!

In just three days, they found the location of all the Wolf Gang's bars and took them all down in one fell swoop before he had even considered it.

In the Professor's cognition, at this time, the Lansi family should still be fighting and killing those small gangs. On one hand, they had to guard against the small gangs acting recklessly, and on the other hand, they had to worry about some changes on the Wolf Gang's side, so they shouldn't dare to leave the Imperial District easily.

But the facts slapped him in the face. They not only left but also wiped out all their bars in one breath.

Wolf also lit a cigarette. "How did they know the location of our bars?"

The Professor picked up the ashtray, tapped it on the ground, and put it back on the table. "Those workers."

"The ones at the docks?"

The Professor nodded. "Only they would know where all our bars are."

Workers have always been the main consumers of the bars, especially in the last two days, when the bar business was particularly good, and they were still celebrating for this!

If they could maintain this momentum, their income would double.

With money, they could recruit more people, buy more weapons, and continue to grow.

In fact, in a sense, a gang is also a type of enterprise, a special type of enterprise.

As long as it is an enterprise, if it wants to develop and grow, it can never be separated from money and power.

Now, those workers who paid for their liquor had betrayed the addresses of these bars.

Wolf's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. "Then is it possible for us to use the same method to figure out where Lansi's bars are?"

The Professor replied, "Yes!" But he immediately added, "But this takes time, and quite a lot of time."

"Lansi and his group are all Imperial people. The customers of the bars they operate in the Imperial District are all Imperial people. Let's not discuss whether those drunks believe us or are willing to lead the way for us."

"How to find those drunks who know the bars, and how to ensure they won't tell Lansi about this, is a big problem!"

"You can't just grab someone on the street and ask them if they live in the Imperial District, if they have consumed at the Lansi family's bars, and if they are willing to tell us where the bars are. We can't do that!"

Wolf's expression was somewhat disappointed. In his eyes, the omnipotent Professor seemed... to have suddenly encountered a math problem he couldn't solve.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling, as if the Professor was "not working" anymore!

"Are we just going to do nothing?"

The Professor took a puff of his cigarette. "Wait."

"Wait?"

The Professor nodded heavily. "He wants us to trigger a riot, we did what we had to do, and the next step is to see what the Mayor has to solve all the trouble at once!"

"Now we are at a disadvantage, there is no need to fight them. Even if we are lucky and win the fight,"

"do you think those small gangs will continue to give us time to recover?"

On the other side, Lansi took out a handkerchief to wipe a drop of blood off his pant leg. He picked up the phone again and dialed a number.

In a cold drink shop diagonally across from the game room, a waiter held the phone and looked at the few customers in the restaurant. "There is a call here, looking for a gentleman named... Is there such a person?"

A man wearing a floral shirt and a straw hat raised his hand. He trotted over and picked up the phone. "Sir?"

"Have they come out?"

The floral shirt glanced at the tightly closed door of the game room again. Although Lansi couldn't see him, he still shook his head. "Didn't see them come out."

If these people came out now, Lansi would take people to wipe out their headquarters directly, and then go find their trouble.

But the other side was guarding the game room now, and the loss of a frontal attack would be too great; he could only wait a while.

"Keep watching them. If they come out, notify us immediately. Just call the company's phone."

After he hung up the phone, he looked at Enio. "Sorry to trouble you, go contact Galio."

Enio nodded. He didn't ask why, and Lansi told him directly.

"Galio (leader of the Imperial gang in Fides City) is a gang from Fides. He must know these people from the Wolf Gang very well. Ask him for more detailed information about the Professor and Wolf."

"Don't be afraid to spend money. As long as it is real intelligence, whether he wants money or liquor, give it to him, but it must be true!"

"People living in this world cannot really have no attachments. Everyone will have things they care about."

"They aren't coming out, right?"

"Then force them out."

Enio nodded, indicating he understood.

And Lansi made another call, this time to Branch Chief Bulu.

"I'm doing you a few big favors. I've swept through several bars of the Wolf Gang in the Port District. Someone will give you the address in a moment."

"You help me dispose of these bodies, and I'll give the credit to you."

"The price of gasoline barrels has risen too high recently, and I don't want to pay for trash anymore."

Branch Chief Bulu was silent for a while, then said, "Deal!"

Actually, the police can investigate cases related to alcohol, but currently, the main agency investigating these cases in the Federation is the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Hazardous Materials.

They specialize in investigating these crimes and have great power; they can even directly demand that the police hand over relevant cases and suspects to them.

This has led to police everywhere not really wanting to meddle in other people's business; after all, just as you're about to get results, the other side tells you to let go, which is equivalent to all your previous efforts being in vain.

But this doesn't mean they can't investigate. If they can achieve results, they will be rewarded just the same!

Investigating several bars in a row is also a dazzling achievement for Branch Chief Bulu; it's impossible for him not to accept.

As for the dead gang members?

Isn't that a simple matter, damn it?

They were investigating these cases, and as a result, these gang members fought back fiercely, so they had to shoot and kill all the gang members to uphold the justice and public order of New Jincheng!

Of course, it was impossible for him to do this alone. He also called the newly appointed Acting Chief of the Port Branch. The two put their heads together and immediately dispatched a large number of police forces to handle this matter.

New Jincheng has been chaotic for several days, and many citizens have said that the police are just for show. Now, breaking such a big case—even if it has nothing to do with public order—at least proves they aren't useless.

Lanse stood up as he spoke, glancing at the messy bar. There were bodies on the floor and glass shards from broken bottles.

He walked outside, the glass shards crunching under his feet, shattering even more thoroughly.

The motorcade was divided into two groups. One group returned to the Imperial District to rest. There were injuries in this surprise attack; everyone was using thermal weapons, and as long as they fought back, it was inevitable that someone would get hurt.

The injured had to go for treatment. Two unlucky guys were sent for emergency care; whether they could survive depended on their luck.

As for Lanse and his group, they went directly to the port.

The strike at the port was still ongoing, but the scale was clearly not as large as yesterday.

The threat of the gang was indeed a great threat to these ordinary workers.

The arrival of the motorcade attracted the attention of some people. When they saw Lanse, they had an indescribable feeling!

Many people took the initiative to walk over, and Jonny was among them, in a very forward position.

"Mr. Lanse!"

"It's Mr. Lanse!"

In the minds of these dock workers, Lanse still had some status.

Lanse raised his hand to press down, signaling them to be quiet.

"I heard from Dave that you were threatened by the gang?"

Some remained silent, while others gave active feedback. Watching them noisy and chaotic, Lanse continued to press his hand to keep them quiet.

"I have already taught the Wolf Gang a profound lesson. I believe they won't be able to bother you for a short time."

"If they dare to trouble you again, call me immediately, and I will arrange for people to take them away from you!"

"It's not just them who have guns in their hands; we have them too!"

There seemed to be a force hidden in Lanse's eyes. Everyone he looked at felt a force beginning to breed and rise within their bodies.

"I heard the reason for your strike, and I support your strike!"

"It is your hard work and sweat that have forged the prosperity of New Jincheng, but they have forgotten this point!"

"Without you, there would be no New Jincheng today. You, more than them—those people sitting in offices—should be the masters of this city!"

"If the money they give is not enough to pay for the value generated by your efforts here, then why should we work for them?!"

"Striking is the most basic right granted to us by this country, and no one can take it away from our hands!"

"It's time to let those vampires at the port management company understand this point. We are the masters here!"

More and more people gathered around. As they listened to what Lanse said, their emotions began to become agitated!

The higher the recognition of strikes in society now, the stronger their desire to strike. Now, the outside world is full of news about the mayor's assassination and urban riots. The dock workers' strike, which should have been big news, has been cleverly suppressed.

Now, Lanse's recognition and agreement are part of the motivation for them to continue.

Watching the growing crowd, Linus jumped onto an oil drum on the side, making himself look taller.

"Don't be afraid, brothers!"

"Speak your thoughts loudly. No one has the power to make you shut up!"

"Members of Congress, the President in the Presidential Palace, or those gangs!"

"They don't have this qualification. This is what we were born with!"

"The fact that they hire gangs to threaten you just shows that they are afraid. They are trying to use some irregular means to force the strike to end because they are afraid."

"They deeply realize that the end of the strike will be our victory, so they can't wait to use some means outside the rules."

"Now is the most difficult time, but I believe that as long as we get through this period, the problem will be solved."

"Brothers, we all know that they are more anxious about this strike than we are, and they want it to end as soon as possible more than we do."

"If they want us to return to our posts, let them send someone to talk to us—a sincere talk!"

"Otherwise, fuck them!"

"Fuck you!"

Lanse gave the middle finger to the office building of the port management company in the distance. In fact, nothing can resonate with the underclass more than profanity!

The workers immediately laughed and gave the middle finger to the direction of the port management company just like Lanse, "Fuck them!"

People started shouting something in a jumble. Lanse couldn't hear most of it clearly, but he kept nodding, as if he agreed with their views.

After everyone's emotions had vented for a while, Lanse said, "If you have any problems, you can come to me. I will try my best to solve them for you."

"Don't worry about the club. We will be able to solve it soon, so that everyone can drink cheap alcohol again!"

"This is what you deserve, and it is also my respect for the hard work of each of you!"

Vaughn also rushed over from the union office by car. Although the union office was not far from here, a few hundred meters was not close for a middle-aged man.

He squeezed through the crowd to Lanse's side, watching Lanse's prestige at the dock soar again, and he sighed slightly.

He squeezed through the crowd to Lanse's side. After the two shook hands, Vaughn invited Lanse to the office to talk, and Lanse did not refuse.

After entering the office, the secretary twisted her plump buttocks and walked back and forth in front of the two men a few times. She seemed very confident in her buttocks.

But what she didn't know was that in the hearts of men, money and power come first, and these two gentlemen were just about to talk about the most important things for men.

"Is there any trouble?"

Vaughn nodded, "I have some acquaintances in the port management company. The board of directors is very dissatisfied with the manager's progress. They plan to change the way they force workers to return to their posts."

He looked at Lanse, his expression somewhat serious, "Wages."

Lanse looked around in Vaughn's office and soon found a calendar. He glanced at it; there wasn't much time left this month.

Dock workers are paid on the first weekend of every month, which is the first Friday.

Now, there are less than ten days left until this time.

"You mean they plan not to pay wages first?"

Vaughn nodded, "The financial situation of dock workers' families is mostly very bad. They can't save much money, and many families have no savings."

"Now they are going to face the problem of paying bills and living problems. Some people will definitely choose to compromise."

"Currently, these problems have not broken out, but by next month, they will definitely use this trick to force workers to compromise."

Vaughn looked at Lanse, "How do you think we should solve this problem?"

His original intention was to let Lanse see if he could think of a way. After all, Lanse himself runs a financial company, and his main business is related to dock workers.

On the other hand, he also knew that Lanse runs a bar business. The bars in this period are simply super profitable, and he should be able to take out some money.

It doesn't need much, one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand, to solve this difficulty.

In this way, not only can the strike continue, but he and Lanse can also gain more prestige.

Lanse thought for a while, "I will solve this matter."

When he left, he left some people at the dock to be responsible for the safety of the dock, and he also called Branch Chief Bulu to ask him to arrange for some police officers to protect the safety of the strikers.

Branch Chief Bulu, who had just received a big gift, would definitely not refuse. These are all small things.

Soon there were many police officers at the dock, and some Lanse family members were hidden in the crowd.

The strike group that received Lanse's support became even more powerful, and many workers who were hesitant because of the gang's threats also returned to the strike group.

Looking at the strike crowd downstairs that was increasing instead of decreasing, the manager had already thrown everything he could reach on the floor!

He was so angry that he walked back and forth a few times, returned to the desk, and dialed the Professor's phone, "Have your people taken action?"

The Professor was a little embarrassed, "I encountered a little trouble..."

"Fuck, your trouble is trouble, isn't my trouble trouble?"

The manager was not polite at all and cursed directly, "If you can't handle them, don't talk big to me. You wasted a day of my time!"

He slammed the phone down and sat back in his chair, his mind blank, without any other way to deal with it.

Perhaps, he is dead this time!