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Chapter 186 Mediating the War, Southern Alliance

To merge into a new alliance?

The white-haired man was stunned for a long time, never expecting that Luca had this idea.

He had already betrayed the Jilin Gang and secretly allied with the Dongshan Gang, making him practically half a member of the Dongshan Gang. Since the Dongshan Gang was the strongest, he naturally wanted to switch sides and work for the largest gang, using the Dongshan Gang to wipe out the other gangs.

Once the Winter Mountain Gang unifies the Southern District, all those who were originally there and who stood in their way will be sent to hell to be buried with them.

With the support of the Angelo family, he would rise to become the leader of the Winter Mountain Gang, then kick the Angelo family aside and dominate the entire Southern District.

This was White Hair's idea: before taking power, everything could be used, and there were no clear allies or enemies.

This "merger" has now disrupted his plans.

It's not that it's impossible, but it's too early. Many gangs in the Southern District haven't been completely wiped out yet. After the merger, my influence within the Winter Mountain Gang won't be as high.

"He wants to put me in charge?" White Hair looked at his younger brother and pondered, "He doesn't value me, he values ​​you. Who becomes the boss of the Southern District doesn't have much impact on his business, but your Senate can provide him with great convenience."

This is obvious: Williams' party needs a lot of money and votes, and Williams' district is in the South Side of Boston.

White Hair seemed to be deep in thought. Was Luca setting his sights on the two brothers?
William added, “I’ve asked some people at the FBI, and they’ve been focusing their efforts on the Angelo family in the North. Luca is an outsider, and if he’s just here to do business and doesn’t openly build up his Mafia influence in the South, the FBI will pay much less attention to him. The South is ultimately an Irish territory, and Italians can’t get anywhere here. Luca can only cooperate with Irish gangs.”

It's like how there are just too many Black people in Detroit's East Side, so you can't get involved in gangs there; and you can't get involved in gangs in Boston's South Side, either, you can't get involved with the Irish.

“My suggestion is to cooperate with Luca,” William analyzed. “The Angelo family is too close to the South District. If you don’t want to be bossed around by them, it’s better to cooperate with Luca, an outsider.”

White Hair thought for a moment and asked, "How much support is Luca willing to give you?"

William sighed: "He has the support of the unions, and behind him are several big families in New York. His businesses are all over New York State, and the New York Democratic Party is our ally."

White Hair thought about it for a long time again, feeling that something was not quite right. Was Luca's goal really just to expand his business?

William's last words made White Hair make a decision: "If you want to fight against the North District Mafia, Luca will be your greatest asset."

White Hair thought it made sense. After unifying the South District, he would inevitably have to clash with the North District Mafia sooner or later, and the Luca and Angelo families were his rivals.
He nodded: "I can cooperate with him if he can really mediate the gang warfare in the South District."

The following night, the leader of the Mulin gang was assassinated.

The chaos in the southern district had reached its peak.

It was around this time that Luca secretly met with the Frenchman, and then joined forces with the Frenchman and the white-haired man to intervene in the gang war in the South District, and invited the current gang leaders or big bosses who were still alive to participate in the gang mediation meeting.

The Frenchman is currently the interim leader of the Winter Mountain Gang, while White Hair became the biggest leader of the Kirin Gang after the death of its leader. These two are considered the two most powerful forces in the Southern District's internal conflict, and they also have secret alliances.
With both major leaders agreeing to mediation, what choice did the other, weaker leaders and chiefs have? Were they supposed to wait for the two leaders to join forces and then wipe them out?

Too many people have died, and everyone is getting tired of fighting.

The key meeting was chaired by Luca, a well-known peacemaker in New York, skilled at mediating gang conflicts. Moreover, this time he was also discussing gas station business, planning to give out "benefits" to everyone.

With his credibility backing him, many leaders approve of Luca. At least Luca won't trick everyone into going there and killing them all, right? Otherwise, Luca's reputation as a peacemaker will be ruined.

In early February, fighting was suspended in the southern district, and a meeting was held.

The location was a conference room in a hotel in the city center of the South District. This place was not part of any gang's territory and was considered a neutral venue.

As evening fell, the group gradually arrived. The main members were from the three major gangs and held leadership positions, along with some smaller gang leaders who had survived the chaos and police arrests.

But there wasn't a single one who could truly be called a boss at the scene, because all the leaders of the three major gangs were dead, and the leaders of the smaller gangs were not even as good as big bosses like White Hair.

By 6 p.m., all the major gangs had arrived. The leaders sat on both sides of the conference table, with several serious-looking bodyguards standing behind them.

The head of the conference table was still empty; that was Luca's seat.

The leaders either remained silent, whispered among themselves, or cautiously observed the others, trying to determine who might become allies and who might become enemies.

White Hair and the Frenchman sat facing each other on either side, their eyes briefly meeting. They both knew their position today: to help Luca promote the unification of the Irish gangs in the South District, make the Winter Mountain Gang the largest faction in the alliance, and incidentally take a share of the gasoline business from Luca.

A few minutes later, the conference room door opened, and everyone turned around to see Luca, dressed in a black suit, calmly walking into the hall, followed by Night Demon.

For some reason, many people felt a sense of peace upon seeing Luca, with less hostility and conflict and more awe.

Luca sat down in the main seat, placing his hands on the table. His voice was low and calm, and his gaze swept over everyone present as he spoke.

"The other day, when I was fishing on a river outside Boston, guess what I caught? A corpse tied with stones."

Luca said calmly, "I thought I had caught a big fish, but it was all for nothing, and I wasted several hours of my time. The riverbed smelled so strong with blood. I thought things would be better back in the city, and I could just buy a fish at the supermarket. But then there was a fire near the supermarket, and they had to close down. The streets in the south were practically covered in blood."

"It's so hard to even get a fish, this makes me really unhappy! I just wanted to come to the South District to do business with everyone, but now it seems like that business is impossible."

At this moment, a hot-tempered leader of the Mulin Gang said sarcastically, "Unhappy? Pigeon, open your eyes and look at me! Look at my men! The Jilin Gang bastards launched a sneak attack, and the Winter Mountain Gang stabbed us in the back! Now you're sitting here and telling me you're unhappy? I'm the fuck unhappy!"

"A sneak attack?" White Hair sneered. "Your men crossed the line first and took my bar's goods! Winter Mountain Gang? Frenchman, you've been stirring up trouble on both sides too, don't think I don't know."

White Hair glanced meaningfully at the Frenchman, who said expressionlessly, "Don't talk nonsense. I just did what I was supposed to do. As for crossing the line? When has South Boston ever drawn such a clear line? It's the law of the jungle, the old rule."

The Frenchman looked at Luca, "But Pigeon is right, if this keeps going, nobody benefits. The cops and the FBI are watching. I haven't eaten fish in ages, and if we keep throwing corpses into the river, all the fish will die."

The Mullin gang leader was so angry his nose almost twisted. "I bury the bodies in the ground, who the hell throws them into the river like you guys do?"

"enough."

Seeing everyone babbling on and on, Luca slammed his hand on the table. “I don’t have time to listen to how you dispose of the bodies, nor do I have any interest in your so-called law of the jungle. The biggest rule here is that if you keep fighting, all of you, along with your little territory, your businesses, and your brothers, will be swept into the Niponsite River by the cops and the FBI like garbage.”

Luca's expression gradually became stern, and the aura of gangster intimidation spread throughout the room, making everyone feel an increased sense of oppression.

“So I’m not here today to listen to you dredge up old grievances.” Luca leaned forward. “Which of you owes whom a few bullets, a few lives? I don’t even want to get my hands dirty with those messy debts. Today I’m going to show you a way out. Let’s all unite and do business together. It’s time to end this chaotic war in the South District.”

Once the serious business was discussed, everyone quieted down considerably and continued listening to Luca's instructions.

According to Luca, the numerous leaders and chiefs present formed an alliance and divided their respective business spheres based on the gasoline business. On this basis, they further distinguished themselves from other different businesses, such as casinos, docks, protection money, smuggling, and so on.

By concentrating a particular type of business in the hands of one powerful entity, everyone has a share in these various types of shady businesses.

Besides the gasoline business, this thing is prevalent throughout the entire southern district, with each gas station serving as an anchor point, everyone participating, with uniform pricing, just sitting back and collecting money. This avoids competition within the southern district.

Luca gave a figure: "Just from the gas station business alone, each of you can get hundreds of thousands every week, and you don't have to do too much. Just keep an eye on the gas stations and protect the tankers and drivers."

The people present were caught up in thought and heated discussion, as everyone naturally wanted to get involved in Luca's business.

Luca listened quietly to their argument.

Unifying the southern part of Boston is much more troublesome than unifying the eastern part of Detroit. There are no military forces here to sweep away thousands of gang members. How can so many gangs be united as one?
If they continue playing for several years, a winner might be decided, but Luca can't wait that long.

Too late and things will change.

The gasoline tax business in the North District was booming and was constantly expanding, encroaching on gas stations throughout New England. Luca couldn't just stand by and watch the Angelo family and the Russians grow stronger.

"Listen!" Luca's voice rang out, and the voices of everyone present softened slightly. "If you fight individually, you're just a pack of toothless, lame dogs, anyone can kick you. But if you unite, you're a wolf that can still bite!"

Facing Luca's sharp gaze, the Mullin gang leader jumped out again and questioned, "Merge? How the hell are we merging?! Merging with the people who killed my brothers? Merging with the ones who stabbed me in the back? Pigeon, you might as well just shoot me right now!"

Luca said coldly, "It's easy to shoot you, but think about your wife at home, think about your son hiding in the school! Hatred is expensive, but you can't afford the price right now. If you die, the Mullin Gang will be under the name of Balja tomorrow, or some other name, becoming part of the Winter Mountain Gang. You can choose."

Upon hearing this, the leader of the Mullin gang was struck dumb. He looked sharply at the white-haired man diagonally opposite him, who only gave him a sinister smile. He then looked at the Frenchman, who glanced at him sideways before looking away.

In an instant, he understood that the white-haired man and the Frenchman had become accomplices with Luca.

With these people united, what chance do other gangs have?
The leader of the Mullin gang asked in a hoarse voice, "So... how do you want to merge?"

Luca said calmly, “Establish a committee! The Winter Mountain Gang will have 3 seats, the Kirin Gang and the Mulin Gang will each have 2 seats, and the other gangs will each have 1 seat, for a total of 10 seats!”
The specific division of territory and business integration are matters for you to discuss yourselves. But there are a few ironclad rules: First, a ceasefire! Now, immediately. If another shot is fired, New York will come and put out the fire itself, and I guarantee it will be burned to the ground.

Second, I'll give you a cut of the gasoline business, but I'll also take a cut of the profits from the Port of Southern Boston. This is the price of peace. Third, mutual assistance and sharing.

Luca went on and on about several provisions of the ceasefire and peace agreement, which he had simplified based on the rules of the Mafia Committee.

Larger gangs have more votes and more power; smaller gangs have fewer votes and less power, but joining an alliance can guarantee their safety.

Luca concluded by saying, "If there are any new regulations or important matters, we can bring them to the committee for discussion and voting. The alliance was formed for everyone's common benefit, to ensure everyone's safety, and to work together harmoniously and prosperously!"

The Frenchman was the first to stand up and support it, saying, "I support forming an alliance, and the Winter Mountain Gang is willing to join!"

White Hair chimed in, "I'll join too, and I think we can add another advisory position to ensure fairness and impartiality. Pigeon can take on this role."

The French also support it.

Everyone else present stared at the young man at the head of the table. At that moment, everyone understood that the outcome of today's meeting had already been written in advance.

The fact that both the Winter Mountain Gang and the Kirin Gang support it means that White Hair and the French have come together.

The leader of the Mulin Gang turned pale. What was the point of his opposition? If he didn't participate, would he face attacks from both the Winter Mountain Gang and the Jilin Gang at the same time?

Does that mean I have any way to survive?

Now, at least by joining, I can retain some rights and my life.

After struggling internally for a while, he finally sighed and said, "I support it too."

The three major gang leaders all supported it, and the other smaller gangs had no objections either.

At this point, someone asked, "Since it's a committee, shouldn't there be someone in charge?"

"The committee has just been established, and everyone needs a transition period to get to know each other better so that they can clearly know who to vote for."

Luca said with a smile, "There's no need to rush the election of the chairman. We'll convene the committee again in two months, and then everyone will vote on the chairman's appointment! I hope that during this period of adjustment, you'll prioritize harmony and abide by the rules! Don't let it affect the collective interest. South Boston needs peace, not gunfire, understand?"

Many people think there's nothing wrong with this. We've just laid down our guns, and now we're going to vote for a chairman? Let's observe for a while and see who can become a true ally.

The Frenchman, however, quietly clenched his fist, his heart burning with excitement.

This position is definitely mine!

This was also the condition he agreed to for Luca to form an alliance. Luca kept his promise and gave the Winter Mountain Gang three seats. With the votes from the Winter Mountain Gang, the votes from the White Hair, and Luca's support, the chairmanship was secured!
He wanted to become the chairman of the committee and indirectly control the entire South Boston area!

Then the group discussed some specific merger matters, such as the specific territory and business division. Although there were endless disputes, they were all confined to the negotiating table. It wasn't until 11 p.m. that the group reached a preliminary agreement that everyone could accept.

Luca stood up and straightened his suit cuffs. "Very good. The agreement is now reached. From this moment on, the South Boston Alliance is officially established! Now disperse, this place smells awful."

Luca turned and left, leaving behind a group of gang leaders with differing thoughts. Outside the window, the port's ship horns sounded mournfully, as if lamenting the end of an old era, and a new alliance forcibly cobbled together in the shadows began a perilous prelude.

You mediated the gang warfare in South Boston. You upheld peace in South Boston.

[Gain Skill Points x50]

[Gained 25 Skill Fragments]

[Remaining Skill Fragments x210]

[Neural reaction speed +5%]

Outside the hotel entrance, Luca got into the car, his gaze sweeping over the dashboard.

The struggle has only temporarily ceased; the conflicts between the gangs have not disappeared, but have simply moved to the committee's table, shifting from bullets and shootouts to the relatively milder method of voting.

This matter is not over until a new leader emerges to suppress the southern district.

Luca took out his phone and called Colin.

"Two months."

Luca said expressionlessly, “I’ve brought together a bunch of bosses for your police force. You have two months to choose a satisfactory, obedient dog to lead the South Side of Boston. What everyone wants is peace. Isn’t that much easier than you working your butt off arresting people?”

(End of this chapter)