Shadow Empire

Chapter 552: Action and Counterattack

In a club downtown, a guy in a white formal floral shirt reclines on a bright red sofa.

Tufts of chest hair stuck out from his open collar, making him look a little disgusting, like a barbarian who had not fully evolved.

On the low coffee table in front of him were some empty wine bottles, cigarettes, cigars, and even some dried maple balsam pear.

There were some people sitting next to him, and their faces still had an unhealthy flush left over from the excitement.

He wrapped his mouth and said, "You'd better be careful these days. Boss said when he came back last night that we might go to war with the Lance family."

He is a senior cadre of the Keane family. He did not belong to the Keane family before, but was the leader of a small gang.

At the beginning, he had some conflicts with the Keane family, and the two sides fought twice, and of course he was crushed both times.

Fergal admired him very much, so he annexed this small gang and made him one of the senior cadres.

After joining the Keane family, he had the opportunity to display his talents. Now the bar, the sex trade, and the maple grass business he runs are among the best in the family.

Every month he can hand over at least 150,000 yuan in profits to the family!
In other words, in addition to the profits he would make, he had to give Fergal five thousand dollars every day.

Even so, he still lived a very carefree life. He was ruthless enough, generous enough, and not too stupid.

If you possess these three qualities at the same time, it will be easy to get along in the gang.

Surrounded by people who have followed him for a long time, Feigal gathered the senior cadres together last night and briefly talked about the recent situation and the future development situation.

Some senior officials felt that Feigal was a bit too impulsive and there was no need to rush into war.

They didn’t feel like they were going to lose, but they felt… like they were being taken advantage of by others.

The reason for not objecting is that the Imperial Zone is right next to them, and the friction between the two sides has always existed, but it is not so obvious and intense.

They were not unaware that many drunkards in the city center went to the Empire District to drink, and they had actually tried to stop them secretly, but to no avail.

They even called the Hazardous Materials Administration and had a bar owned by the Lans family closed down.

But even so, it doesn't stop people from going to the Empire District to buy alcoholic beverages because it's so damn cheap.

There is dissatisfaction between the two sides, and friction and conflict may break out at any time. Now that the mention of war has been made, they will not refuse.

Like Fergal, they don’t think they will lose, and they have the support of the Kodak family and the Tita family. It can’t be said that Lance, an emerging force, is going to confront three big families head-on, right?
So they were not nervous at all. Even after this senior official in the flowered shirt received the news last night, he was in a good mood to gather his brothers together and have fun all night long!

The air was filled not only with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, but also the special scent of maple kite and the strange smell of residual genetic fragments.

There was that strange smell everywhere, on the sofa, in the corners, and on the table.

"Go crazy when you can be crazy" is the motto of this man in the flowered shirt, and he really abides by this motto. He was the one who led the way in having fun last night!
At this time he lit a cigarette. The "ding" sound made by the sterling silver lighter and reed made the captains around him a little more sober.

Some people rubbed their faces, some directly picked up the cup and poured water on their faces, and some changed their posture and continued to close their eyes.

The flowered shirt stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, and smoked them all to wake them up one by one. After they were alert, he continued, "I'm not fucking kidding you."

"Behave yourself these few days. You never know when the Lance family will come and kill you."

"Guard your own territory well. If I suffer losses because of your reckless behavior, I promise that I will treat you as badly as I treated you before!"

The captains nodded one after another and promised that they would obey, but no one knew how many of them were telling the truth and how many were lying.

Looking at the appearance of his men, Hua Shanti knew that there was no better solution because the reputations of the five major families were too famous.

It is so loud that since they joined the Keane family, they seem to be fearless because no one dares to offend them!
"Got it, Boss. We'll be careful."

It was his best subordinate who took the initiative to speak. In fact, in his eyes, the floral shirt was still changing. The effect of maple iris and alcohol was too strong!

Damn, don’t add so much next time!
The man in the flowered shirt cursed a few words. He could see that these people were not in a good mood. In fact, he was usually like this too. He would gradually wake up in the evening.

He shook his head, kicked the people around him a few times, turned around and walked out of the club.

He has been too indulgent to his subordinates, and sooner or later they will suffer for not being vigilant enough.

When they came out of the room, the club staff bowed and greeted them all the way. After all, they were senior executives of the five major families, and coming to the club to spend money was considered an honor for them.

Moreover, Hua Shizi would never say that he is short of money or does not want to give money. His ability to make money is much stronger than his ability to spend money.

How could the club offend such a person with a good background and willing to spend money?
When those young girls meet, they sweetly say "Good morning, boss", and they look very happy in their floral shirts.

"The car is already parked at the door..."

Before he even reached the door, the manager came to greet him, holding the keys to his latest convertible.

The man in the flowered shirt nodded. He took the key and twisted his neck. "How much?"

The manager turned around and brought the bill. "It's seven hundred and thirteen dollars in total. Just give me seven hundred dollars!"

"You look down on me!" The man in the flowered shirt glanced at him sideways, and the manager quickly said "I dare not".

Then he took out two stacks of money tied with rubber bands, each stack containing twenty-five bills. After taking out ten bills, he slapped the remaining money into the manager's hand and said, "Give me a cent for the extra bills."

The manager's face was also full of joy. He turned around and glared at the young girls, who all shouted sweetly, "Thank you sir for the tip."

This made Flower in the Shirt burst out laughing!

This is the proudest and most carefree moment in life!
Money and power are really fucking good things!
He swaggered out of the club's door, his attention all on the newly bought dark blue sports car on the side of the road.

This caused him to ignore the fact that a car parked diagonally on the side of the road about thirty or forty meters away from him started up.

When he opened the car door and got in, and just inserted the key, the car stopped beside him with the sound of brakes.

He subconsciously looked towards the car and saw only a few black gun muzzles.

Bullets poured down like the heavy rain yesterday. The crackling sound of gunfire made the whole street quiet for three seconds, and then there were shrill screams!
The whole process probably took only seven or eight seconds, and the car rushed out as soon as the accelerator was stepped on.

After a while, the manager ran out of the club in a panic. The man in the flowered shirt was lying limp in the cab of the convertible, his body stained with blood.

The blood in his mouth kept bubbling out with blood foam like a small fountain. Occasionally, he would twitch, feel nauseous, and then spit out a large mouthful of blood.

His consciousness was already lost, and even though he raised his arms to protect his head in the shortest possible time, there was still no chance of rescue.

After half a minute, he stopped moving.

On another street, a senior executive of the Keane family was resting in a room of a high-end hotel.

He played cards until late last night. Like the man in the flowered shirt, he was not too worried about going to war with the Lance family.

Arrogant people are often like this, just like those nobles who looked at the rebellious peasants with their noses up. Even if their heads were already on the guillotine, they still kept saying "the untouchables are like maggots in the mud"!
Arrogance is a poison. Once you are poisoned by it, it is difficult to detoxify.

The sound of the doorbell woke him up from his sleep. He glanced at the unfamiliar girl on the bed, left the room with his upper body naked, and the doorbell was still ringing!
He won a lot of money last night, several of which were due to the help of this girl, who seemed to pass good luck to him, allowing him to win money in rounds that were almost impossible to win.

As a gambler, he has an extraordinary superstition about luck.

In fact, many gamblers are like this. They are superstitious that some small thing can bring them good luck, that a certain action or song can change the result of dealing cards, or they are superstitious about the order of seats and the order of dealing cards.

In short, anything that can make them think "I can win" will be favored by them.

This time, he favored the girl on the bed.

So he brought her here, had a crazy night, promised to give her some money, then drank some wine and went to sleep.

"Damn it, didn't I say I didn't want room service in the morning?"

He is angry now. As a middle-aged man, his health is not as good as it was when he was young.

Far from it, but he was reluctant to admit it.

When he was young, he could stay awake for whole nights, and then after sleeping for two or three hours the next day, he would feel full of energy again.

But now, every time he stayed up late, it felt like someone had beaten him up all night. If he didn't stay up late, it would be fine. If he did, he would have to sleep until noon in the morning, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable all over.

He was like this now, his heartbeat was accelerated, his head was aching, and his neck seemed to be uncomfortable. He opened the door while cursing, "If you fucking press it again, I promise..."

He interrupted himself when his eyes met the gaze of the three people outside the door.

Standing outside the door were three gentlemen in formal attire, all wearing soft-brimmed hats. It is worth mentioning that they all had a conspicuous red armband on their left arms.

They wore kid's leather gloves - cowhide gloves are stiff and not very suitable for movements that require a certain amount of control, such as shooting.

Lambskin leather can be tanned to be very soft and thin, especially the kind that is custom-made to fit each finger so that each finger will not feel uncomfortable.

Those gloved hands held a pistol, emitting the smell of death.

The atmosphere was a little tense, and he subconsciously wanted to run, but the people outside didn't give him a chance.

In the last minute of his life, he didn't know what to say, and his mind suddenly became clear. He thought of Fergal's call.

But he didn't know what to say anymore, and finally squeezed out a swear word from his throat.

"Son of a bitch..."

Unfortunately, he didn't finish his scolding as he was interrupted by gunshots.

The sound of a gun using small-caliber bullets was not strong, and the sound of piupiupiu made him retreat continuously.

He tried to stand by the platform by the door, but after being shot in the head, he completely lost control of his body.

Three men entered the room, fired all their bullets into his head, and then quickly left.

Even with a small caliber bullet, there is still some noise.

The girl in the room woke up from her sleep, stretching her graceful body. She put on her pajamas and walked into the living room with her long hair lifted. Then, she made a sharp explosion with her particularly pretentious voice!

At around eight o'clock, Fergal was woken up by his brother.

"For the sake of the fact that we are brothers, God, please let me sleep a little longer!" He opened his eyes and looked at his brother with a haggard face.

He also stayed up late. His mind was full of things these past two nights and he couldn't sleep well.

He fell into a drowsy sleep at around four o'clock, and now it's only a little after eight o'clock, and he can't get up at all!

His eyes were bloodshot, he spoke weakly, and his eyes hurt a lot.

"...(Flower Shirt) and...(Gambler) are dead,... and... have not been contacted yet, and another was shot but survived and is now in the emergency room."

Fergal was stunned for a moment. He sat up suddenly and turned on the bedside lamp. "What the hell did you say?"

His brother repeated it again, his expression serious and cautious, "The Lance family has already started to take action."

"Fake!"

"How dare they act so quickly?"

"And how did he find these people?"

His brother said, "I heard that there is a young man named Morris under Lance. He has been helping Lance develop and investigate people from other gangs."

"You know what our senior officials are like. They never hide their whereabouts, so the possibility of being targeted is very high."

If you have to hide after sneaking into one of the five major families, then these five major families are too useless!

No matter whether they are members of the Keane family or those gang members who joined the family through mergers, after defeating the Bear Gang, they have actually become very inflated!
In addition, many senior officials and captains in the family died in the war with the Bear Gang. Now the power of the family is relatively concentrated in the hands of a few Fergals and senior officials.

How can one resist being arrogant when he is powerful and proud?

But they didn't know that when Lance was not yet qualified to challenge the five major families, he had already asked people to keep an eye on the situation of the five major families.

And there was some help from Alberto as well.

Although the five major families are now united, they are also wary of each other and control each other.

It didn't take much effort to find these people.

Fergal felt his temples bulging. He could no longer lie down, so he threw off the quilt, stood up, walked back and forth a few steps, then changed his clothes and went straight to the study.

"Notify everyone immediately. From now on, be careful 24 hours a day!"

"We are one of the five major families. Don't let us be worse than those small gangs!"

"If I find out who the hell is still messing around, I'll kill him myself!"

As he spoke, he picked up the phone and began calling important family members and senior officials one by one.

Of course, some senior officials did not take what he said seriously, but some senior officials were very cautious.

They were obedient and stayed in their own territory, so nothing happened this morning.

He asked these people to come over because he wanted to hold a meeting.

He knew one thing very well, that is, in the gang war, the more time one spends on the defensive, the greater the probability that one will lose in the end!

Must attack!

Even if it means paying back blood with blood, we must attack with all our might!
At around nine o'clock, a dozen senior officials gathered here, and several were on their way.

Fergal had already changed into a new set of clothes, his eyes were a little fierce, "I f*cking told you yesterday, be careful, be careful!"

"These sons of bitches treated my words as bullshit. Now not only are they dead, but they also made us so passive!"

"Fake!"

Seeing Fergal getting angry, even with a little... warning in his tone, the expressions on the faces of every senior cadre were not very good.

"Just for such a small matter, Lance's people acted so quickly?" a senior official couldn't help but ask.

"Is there something we don't know about?"

The others looked at each other and felt that something was not right.

If the fight the night before was because of a fight over customers - they were also investigating that matter, and had found the customers who went from the city center to the Empire District to drink, and had gotten their description of what happened.

So why is there such a fierce fight now?
And it was such a big scene right from the start?

Those who suspected that there might be something else going on here thought that Fergal was hiding something from them.

But Fergal didn't think he was hiding anything from them, "I promise, I'm not hiding anything."

"He is like a mad dog now. He bit the Kodak family and now he is biting us. He is so arrogant!"

Fergal tapped his hands on the table. "His youth and immediate success have made him look down upon us. Gentlemen, we must teach him a lesson on how to behave as a man!"

The cadres all nodded in agreement, and one of them asked, "So what do we do now?"

Fergal took out a map. Yes, he also had a map with some scattered locations of Lance's bars on it.

Bandy bought these positions from drunkards at a high price.

As long as the money he offers is high enough, there will always be people who have no direct interest in Lance and are willing to sell the locations of these bars for money.

And this kind of thing will continue, and there is no way to prevent it!
He slapped his hand on the map and said, "If they can come and fight us, we can fight them back!"

(End of this chapter)