Backlund's mornings are always filled with light yellow weapons. This time of day when the air is the worst is also the busiest time in the entire East District.
The workers rushed to the factory, and the beggars put on their worst clothes and got ready to go to work. Even the thieves had to waste time and rush to the major subway stations in Backlund, ready to start their new day's work.
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In such a noisy and busy street, there is a group of people walking leisurely and comfortably. Pedestrians on the road will unconsciously get out of the way when they see them. They are the controllers of Backlund's lower-ranking profession, rooted in the East District.
of gangster power.
However, even in the East District of Backlund, where there are many gangs, Gardner Manswell is one of the youngest people talking. He is currently walking on the way to the [Passion] base camp, taking his younger brother with him
They patrolled the territory while listening to their men report yesterday's results.
"Sir, the power of the Zimenger Party has been completely integrated, but do we really have to give up those businesses? That is the most profitable business in the East District!"
When the vicious man in his early forties asked this question, his expression was a little subtle, because it was not that he wanted to know, but that he used the inquiry to give the boss a chance to tell the ignorant newcomers.
His name is Porvoo, and he was once a member of the "Former Manswell Party". After the "Young Master" returned to the Backlund gang world and merged many small gangs with overwhelming force, he returned
Under Manswell's command.
Although I don't quite understand why the young master suddenly possesses such powerful power, we can get some clues when we think about the fact that the young master did not restore the name of "Manswell Party", but changed his name to "Enthusiasm".
As an old gangster, he knows very well that there is another kind of order in the seemingly chaotic East District, and there are also two types of gangs here.
One is a small gang formed by ordinary gangsters led by a relatively rich and famous gangster, while the other is a black glove supported by a big shot.
For gang members, it is not difficult to accept being a big shot. The reason why the Zmange Party was able to have such a powerful force in the past was because they had the support of big shots.
And because the young master was able to accurately seize the opportunity of the Zimenger Party this time, he probably learned some inside information in advance. Otherwise, if he waited until the Zimenger Party really showed signs of fatigue before taking action, he might not even be able to drink the soup.
However, I know that I can say this, but I can't say it openly, because any big shot who needs black gloves doesn't want to get his hands dirty. If this glove is likely to get his hands dirty, then the only outcome is to be beaten.
Just discard it.
"Porvoo, do you know what is the basis for the existence of the gang?" Ghana naturally knows that an old gangster like Porvoo will not know such a simple truth, but he cannot say "This is because the boss behind the scenes doesn't like it."
,So, he asked such a question in front of the gang members.
"Power?" Of course Porvoo knew what the boss wanted to say, but he still gave the wrong answer.
"What do you think?" Kano turned his attention to the other members, and a bolder young man said:
"money?"
Someone spoke, and the rest began to answer. Some said it was territory, some said it was reputation, but in the end, Kano shook his head——
"What you said is right, but it's not here at all."
As he spoke, he looked at the [Hot Bar] that had appeared at the end of his field of vision as the headquarters, stretched out his index finger and tapped his head——
"The most important thing is not to cause official resentment."
"How can the authorities care about us?" a younger brother said with some emotion. Porvoo wanted to scold him, but was stopped by Garner. With a warm smile on his face that was not like a gang boss, he continued to move towards the headquarters.
One side said:
"There is a caterpillar, a fly or a mouse in your garden. Would you deliberately find it and kill it? But what if this caterpillar, this mouse or this fly got into your house?
?”
"..." The younger brother wanted to say that we are not flies, but he still closed his mouth in frustration because he knew very well that in the eyes of the officials and the nobles, he was just a fly.
"The reason why gangs can exist is because the rules of this city require us. Because the East District is too big and because there are too many poor people, those officials don't want to manage the East District as a thankless task, but if they don't manage it, it will affect their pocketbooks.
, so we gangsters appeared.
We eat the food crumbs they disdain to touch, and help them take care of this stinking ditch-like East End so that too many problems will not break out here. This is the essence of gangsters. We can make money from those poor people, and we can make people
Thieves can touch the wallets of the middle class and even occasionally take out some money from the pockets of wealthy people. This is all within the rules.
Even if something is really stolen that shouldn't be touched, the group of drunkards at Silveras Field will come over secretly to discuss it. As long as the things are sent back, no one will care about us low-class people, even if the other party is reluctant.
, in the end it was just a scapegoat.
But that thing is different. It will make it difficult for workers to work, and it will absorb too much wealth. As long as you dare to touch it, even if you make a temporary profit, it will not be long before we are uprooted, and that money
, won’t even be your coffin book.”
"But it's clear that the Zmange Party was..."
"Behind the Zimenger Party are foreigners! It's Ambassador Intis! Do you understand? They benefited from the higher-ups by doing that business, and Intis was there to cover them, but even so, the Zimenger Party still fell!
Do you think it was us who defeated them? No! It was they who lost their background and they killed themselves!"
Kano responded unceremoniously and pushed open the office door. But in the next moment, both he and his subordinates were stunned at the same time, because in the room, in the seat that only the boss could sit.
, a strange man was sitting at this time.
It was a handsome man who looked like a work of art. He was wearing a black double-breasted dress. His eyes were relaxed and comfortable. He had a smile on his lips and gently stroked the black kitten in his arms, as if he was here.
It's just like his room.
"Kaka!"
The younger brothers were ready to fight at the same time, and Porvoo even pulled out his pistol. But before they could say a few words, their boss, the one who single-handedly entered the headquarters of another gang, knocked down twenty gangsters.
The monster who was the number one thug at this time bowed respectfully, lowered his head and saluted:
