Chapter 829: Wait and See and Gang One-Day Tour

"Fight?"

"How to fight?"

"Fight with lives?"

A gang leader's tone was full of questioning and rebelliousness. He was very young, thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. At this age, those who could become gang leaders either fought their way out themselves or had a good father.

This "young man" belonged to the former, occupying a place in the underground world of New Birmingham through his own ability, taking people and fighting hard.

A few years ago, about seven or eight years ago, ten years ago, it was also the time when he was most arrogant.

Young people were bold, not afraid of death, unlike those old guys, not worrying about this, or fearing that time.

This also gave him a very vivid nickname in the underground world. People called him "Bomb," describing his explosive temper and his madness.

It was fighting with his life, fighting out the status of the gang, fighting out a piece of territory, and the foundation of the gang.

Ten years later, this young man who made his way by fighting with his life started saying the same things as those old guys. This was actually an interesting cycle.

The challenger will eventually become the challenged. This is fate.

He twisted his neck, looking at the other four people in the room, "Have you guys understood the Lanse family?"

The remaining few looked at each other. Of course, they had understood this Lanse family, and even before this incident.

It was precisely because they understood that they were gathered together now.

Before, someone above supported them in fighting with the Lanse family, and they did it, but look at the result?

Locked up, dead, even the State Police Chief was replaced!

It was said that the Deputy Governor also suffered some losses because of this.

What else could these social underclass people do?

Bomb shook his head with unclear meaning, "Look, not talking anymore."

His eyeballs stared at the person who spoke first, "Weren't you very good at talking?"

"You say it!"

"Continue talking!"

That person laughed dryly twice, "I'm not anxious that they are forcing too tight. If we don't have countermeasures, maybe the next one to die on the road will be us!"

One person sitting between them started to smooth things over, "Alright, let's not have internal conflicts now. This will only let the Lanse family pick up the bargain."

He looked at Bomb, "What ideas do you have?"

Bomb took a puff of cigarette and continued to shake his head for unknown reasons, the speed was very slow, not the kind of fast shaking, just like he was a snake, shaking back and forth.

This might be a habit he developed. Coupled with his rebellious expression and the attitude of saying things that choked people, it could be seen that he was indeed not easy to provoke, at least among this group of people.

"My idea is very simple: either cooperate with them, or withdraw from here."

"Go to war?"

He couldn't help but laugh, "How about the Perez family?"

He was still shaking his head. If someone who saw him for the first time saw him shaking like this all the time, I don't know if it would cause physical discomfort.

It would be fine if he didn't mention this Perez family. Once mentioned, everyone's emotions became low again.

The Perez family suffered losses in the conflict with the Lanse family. What benefits could these small characters of theirs get?

There was indeed no hope for going to war, which made them feel very depressed.

They were also influential figures in this city, but now that the Lanse family came, if they were to tuck their tails and roll away... they were also a bit unwilling.

Even if they left here, where could they go?

Go to the surrounding cities?

Wouldn't they still have to go to war with the local gangs to grab a piece of territory?

And going to war with them on someone else's territory, unless there was overwhelming power, they would definitely suffer big losses!

They couldn't fight, and didn't want to run. Several people hung their heads and didn't speak.

Finally, a guy who wasn't tall said, "How about... we don't do anything first, and see how Lanse plans to deal with us."

"If he wants to recruit us, I think we can also follow him."

"You guys look at those gangs in Jincheng. That place isn't just one gang of the Lanse family. There are dozens of gangs, big and small. Don't they all live quite well?"

"Although the rules of the Lanse family are a bit more, making money is also more stable, and the order is also more stable."

"Here for him, it's a brand-new map, and he isn't a person from Indeno State, he is a person from Likai State."

"After he came here, he needs to set an example for people in other cities!"

The little guy's ideas emerged one after another, "If he wiped us out, what about the cities behind?"

"Will the gangs in those cities behind resist him desperately?"

"So, brothers, I think he will very likely still talk to us, and won't really take action."

"The death of Carl and the other brother was just a means for him to deter us. Carl was originally an Imperial person. For the Lanse family, this was equivalent to being betrayed by his own people. His death was very normal."

"The other guy can only say he was unlucky, chosen to become a means to deter us. In this regard, we are undoubtedly lucky."

"So now our best method is don't act recklessly, and then wait and see, see how Lanse plans to treat us."

"If he is willing to recruit us, we will work with him."

"If he isn't willing to recruit us, then we will talk to him."

"If he strongly demands that we leave here...", the little guy was silent for a while, "Then we will leave. There is no need to fight him head-on."

"His strength is thicker than ours. Losing some people means nothing to him, but for us, the strength will be lost a lot."

The little guy's words gained everyone's recognition. Several people decided to wait and see. This meeting was just like not having a meeting at all.

But it couldn't be said completely like that. At least they reached the idea of "no resistance." Either stay or run, in short, they wouldn't go against the Lanse family.

During the day, there were some one-sided gunfights in the urban area. Lanse took care of the Mayor's thoughts, using small-caliber rifles, which made Hiram very unhappy.

Because this kind of small-caliber bullet didn't even make him feel any recoil, and he went everywhere telling people that this kind of small-caliber bullet was specially used by women.

Country gangs were country gangs. After Carl died, some of his subordinates didn't even know what to do.

If it were a big-city gang, these people would have long since rolled up the gang's funds and wealth and run away.

But this also facilitated Lanse's cleaning up of those who participated.

It only took three days for two gangs to be completely wiped out from New Birmingham.

Some locals knew what happened, but they didn't have any big negative feelings.

The Lanse family was too professional at this.

Several people were walking on the street here, suddenly a car stopped beside them, two people in the car took submachine guns and swept at these people, the sweep ended in only ten seconds, and the car left quickly.

Immediately after, a truck drove over, they threw the corpses inside onto the car, and then the truck left quickly.

Immediately after, a car hanging "City Cleaning Company" arrived at the scene. They used very professional tools and chemical reagents to clean the crime scene clean in the shortest time!

The most interesting thing was that a shop operator was inquiring everywhere about where the headquarters of the Lanse family was now.

He didn't want to take revenge for anyone, nor did he want to challenge the authority of the Lanse family, but they gave him twenty dollars because the bullets shattered his storefront and some goods inside.

But these things added up to only seven or eight dollars. They gave twenty dollars, which was too much, so he was a bit worried, so he wanted to return the extra money to them.

Fortunately, he really found the headquarters of the Lanse family and also saw Lanse!

In the afternoon, a car stopped outside "Frank's Shop." This wasn't a rich area, and there were few cars on the side of the road.

So when a car that looked pretty good stopped here, people who were idle and had nothing to do on the road would look toward this side.

Soon they saw Frank, the owner of "Frank's Shop," get off the car.

Frank was a thin old man in his fifties, wearing a gray, dusty duckbill cap with edges worn white, wearing a long dark trench coat, and stepping on a pair of old leather boots that were also somewhat worn.

A set of ordinary jackets, plus a gray vest, was all he had.

It looked very ordinary, and could even be said to be slightly shabby.

He was also somewhat famous on this street. Everyone was very surprised to see him get off the car!

The tailor of the clothing store next to him, biting a pipe, looked at him and couldn't help but ask, "Frank, is this the rich relative you often talk about?"

Some people watching the fun around couldn't help but laugh!

Frank liked to brag sometimes. He always bragged that he had a rich relative, but everyone knew that person didn't actually exist.

But he would argue with you. If you said he was bragging, he would turn red and swear and bet with you, so sometimes people would use this topic to tease him.

The slow-paced life of New Birmingham made these people who had no business stand on the street when the weather was good, sunbathe, chat, or sit together and drink some coffee, all of which were good choices.

The tailor and Frank had a very good relationship, considered good friends, and he also liked to tease this little old man.

It was just that this time, very unexpectedly, Frank didn't jump up and refute anything. He just looked at the tailor blankly, "You have no idea what I just experienced!"

His appearance was indeed somewhat attractive. The tailor admitted that his curiosity was aroused.

"What did you experience?" He pursued, and others leaned over.

Frank coughed, "I have to go back and drink some water, I'm a bit thirsty."

The owner of the coffee shop across the road immediately carried a coffee pot over, "I have some here."

Someone else moved a chair over, letting Frank sit on it.

This was their daily life. Small cities were always like this, with more humanistic feelings than big cities!

Frank held the coffee cup and took a sip of coffee, "Free coffee tastes so good!"

People around laughed and wanted to drink too. The owner of the coffee shop didn't mind, giving everyone a little, of course, they had to get a cup themselves.

Then Frank said, "Yesterday, weren't they outside my shop..." He didn't continue, and people were scared!

Five adults stood outside Frank's shop window, and they seemed to be saying something.

Suddenly two cars came, and several people poked their heads out of the cars. They took submachine guns and pulled the trigger at the five people.

The five unlucky guys immediately lay on the ground, and then those terrifying guys also went over with submachine guns to follow up with shots, and everyone's head was shattered.

Immediately after, they saw the amazing "professional service." In less than fifteen minutes, the ground was cleaned clean, leaving only the smell of cleaning agents and disinfectants.

No corpses, no splashed blood, nothing!

What made them feel even more incredible was that when they were sweeping, they broke Frank's storefront and some goods inside. When those operators were feeling unlucky for Frank, one of them actually went over and gave old Frank twenty dollars, saying it was compensation for him!

This damn thing, let alone having happened, they hadn't even heard of it, but the fact was just like this!

Old Frank also encountered this kind of thing for the first time.

He found a glass craftsman in the afternoon, re-made the storefront, and also counted the broken goods, less than eight dollars.

He intended to return the extra money to those people, and the neighbors on the street didn't stop him, and it turned out he really found the people of the Lanse family.

"I saw their leader after I arrived at the place, that guy named Lanse!"

"My God, you guys don't know how handsome he is, how young he is!"

"I might be younger than my son, but he rules a big gang!"

"This guy is very polite. I must honestly admit this point. He called me 'Mr. Frank,' not at all because I..." He used some gestures to indicate his shabbiness, "... looked down on me."

"He speaks very gently, and I like his voice."

"I told him what happened, and he actually apologized to me!"

"Saying his subordinates accidentally broke my storefront, and asked if they had already compensated!"

Frank said this as if he had suddenly crashed. People around also had expressions of amazement, and someone couldn't help but pursue, "And then?"

"And then?", Frank returned from his memory, "Then I said the extra was compensation for my shock, and he promised me that the city would be quiet soon."

"He also asked about the protection fee..."

Mentioning the protection fee, the operators around all came to their spirits.

It wasn't like Jincheng here. The development of Jincheng was extremely rapid, and gangs could collect a lot of money from protection fees. Here, it was just an inconspicuous country city, and people's income and consumption capacity were limited.

But they also had to pay protection fees, a few dollars a month, and some businesses that were particularly good might have to pay ten dollars or even more.

It didn't look like much, but for these shop owners, it wasn't little. Originally, the profit wasn't high, and they had to be peeled by the gang. How could they be happy?

People next to him urged for a while before Frank continued, "Mr. Lanse said, after he solves the tumors in the city that don't listen, we will forever cancel the protection fee!"

"My God, is this true?"

People were surprised, and then someone asked, "Then how does he make money?"

Sometimes people at the bottom were like this. When they realized that the Lanse family wasn't a bad gang, the first reaction was not to let this good gang fail to operate because they didn't collect protection fees, and be driven away by bad gangs again!

Someone said, "I think we can pay some, just pay a little less..."

But someone also laughed loudly, "You actually worry that the gang won't make money!"

"Just selling alcohol is enough for them to get rich!"

Hearing this, people reacted. The Lanse family in Frank's description was too perfect, so for these people at the bottom, they subconsciously thought that the Lanse family really didn't make money through criminal business.

The owner of the coffee shop exclaimed, "If you say so, is the good day coming?"

Yes, the good day is coming!

The next morning, the Lanse family announced that the two areas that had been cleaned up would be completely exempt from any form of protection fees.

This made those who were still skeptical completely believe that they were for real!

And this measure also made the Mayor very satisfied. Not collecting protection fees meant that these small asset owners would have more disposable resources. If this money was used for consumption, even if it wasn't much, it was definitely a positive news for the city's not-so-obvious economic development!

These practices of the Lanse family gained the support of the public, and soon let the other five gangs know.

Except for feeling that Lanse had some means to buy people's hearts, they didn't have any other thoughts.

If he wants to collect, he collects; if he doesn't want to collect, he doesn't!

Actually, for the gangs that were now profiting by selling alcohol, the income brought by collecting protection fees was actually far lower than the profits they obtained from selling alcohol.

But why did they still want to collect it?

And doing so would also trigger dissatisfaction from many people toward them.

Actually, the reason was very simple. This was a means of rule.

You don't use a whip to beat slaves and don't let them work hard for you, and the slaves will feel that they are also human.

This is a challenge to authority, which will be recognized as the shaking of authority under feudal rule!

So even if the income from collecting protection fees wasn't as good as the profits brought by the alcohol they sold in one night, they still had to collect money.

They wanted these people to understand that they were lambs, who could be placed on the chopping board at any time. Only in this way could their rule over these streets be stable, and could they make these ruled ordinary people continuously produce fear toward them!

Lanse abolished these, which wasn't scientific at all.

So they said Lanse was buying people's hearts, but it was indeed very useful!

After dealing with some miscellaneous matters in the morning, Lanse asked Elvin to send invitations to the leaders of the other five gangs, inviting them to meet and talk.

Talk about the future.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 830 =====