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Chapter 200 The South District is Yours
White Hair's death was a great relief. The police were very satisfied, as were many gangsters who were afraid of White Hair's brutal methods. Luca was also very satisfied to have killed a traitor who had betrayed the Mafia to the FBI.

No one from any of the parties had any objections, except for William, his own brother.

Inside the restaurant, Luca calmly cut the beef with his knife and fork, explaining, "I actually know some inside information. Someone in the league betrayed your brother."

"Who did it?"

"Boss Mu, he's a police informant."

Luca looked heartbroken, put down his knife and fork, took out a photo and handed it to Williams. "I really didn't expect that there would be a traitor in the league. I'm sorry, I can't shirk my responsibility for your brother's death. If I had discovered the traitor earlier, perhaps your brother wouldn't have had this accident."

William looked at the photo, which showed the detective and Boss Mu talking in a private room.

Judging from their expressions, they were both quite excited and happy.

William looked up, puzzled. "This photograph."

"Taken on the night of the incident."

Of course, it was Billy who arranged for someone to take the photos. After taking the photos, he arrested the person. Luca sighed, "The police want to support Boss Mu to take over, and your brother is the biggest obstacle. Your brother just died, and they can't wait to hold a celebration party. They can't wait even a second. I facilitated the Southern District Alliance for the peace of the major gangs, not to do the police a favor. They've overstepped their bounds."

Police officer William placed the photo on the table and remained somber for a long time.

Victory was within reach, but then he was gone.

The Balger family was reduced to just his own family and his brother's wife and children.

The promise of brotherhood and domination of Boston ultimately came to nothing.

For a moment, William was somewhat depressed; he couldn't accept his brother's death for a while. Luca sat quietly to the side, waiting for him to process his emotions. With William's skills, this was just a small hurdle; he could get over it easily.

Politicians thrive even more when they lose the bonds of family.

As Luca watched the other man's gaze gradually harden and harden, he couldn't help but wonder if, by eliminating one brutal executioner, he had unleashed an even greater demon.

Politicians kill people, and not a drop of blood is seen.

Amending the law could trigger a class war.

William's gaze returned to calm, and apart from a trace of sadness, his face showed little emotion. He asked, "Old Pigeon, what do you plan to do now? With my brother dead, Mu will be the only one in the league who holds absolute power."

"Boss Mu probably won't be running for chairman."

"???"

Luca picked up the photo and tore it in half horizontally, separating the detective and Boss Mu from their heads.

William understood.

He sighed, "Indeed, violence is the most effective solution."

Looking back at the entire alliance, almost all the old leaders and bosses are dead.

In the past, with so many leaders dead, the South District would have been in complete chaos. Newcomers vying for power would have engaged in endless killing sprees for territory.

However, the deaths of these people have not caused much of a stir.

The alliance is still in place.

Luca's rules still apply.

Most people chose to comply.

At least on the surface, White Hair was betrayed and died at the hands of the police; and according to the rules of the Alliance, the traitor deserves to be killed without mercy.

This is the result and explanation that everyone within the alliance received.

And the person who completed this task.
"So who do you plan to support to take over?" William asked.

Luca uttered a single word: "Billy."

William remembers it.

Luca: "He personally dealt with the two traitors, the Frenchman and Mourinho. No one is more suitable to sit in the chairman's position than him."

William was speechless. Only now did he realize just how many bosses Billy had killed.

Luca then reassured him, "Don't worry about Billy being disobedient. He's one of my men, and he'll help you get to power in the future. You can have as many votes as you want in the South. This is just the beginning. If you ever get a chance to enter Congress, don't forget that you have the entire American Mafia and the truck drivers' union behind you."

Upon hearing this, a surge of warmth welled up uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, and William felt a burning passion within him.

He befriended Luca and helped him secure the transportation business, wasn't it all for the support of the unions and the Mafia? If the Lucchese family alone could do him a huge favor, the combined power of the entire American Mafia was unimaginable.

William took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Now the South needs me, and Boston needs me too. I think my more important task is to serve the people here, such as helping some truck drivers to achieve a better social status so that their tanker trucks can move freely in Massachusetts."

Luca couldn't help but admire this guy's mental fortitude; his brother had just died, and he was already looking forward to his political career.

Now that White Hair, the gang leader who has been under long-term scrutiny by the authorities, is gone, William's career path will be subject to some changes. In the original storyline, he successfully rose to power with White Hair's secret help in the South District; however, he was also implicated because White Hair was wanted by the authorities, and was harassed by his enemies for many years, eventually forcing him to resign.

His nearly 20-year tenure as speaker of parliament has come to an end.

Fortunately, he retired peacefully without going to prison.

Now that the stain of his white bloodline is gone, the forces supporting William are stronger. Luca cannot predict how far William's political career will go in the future.

The minimum salary is the Speaker of the State Legislative Assembly, with no upper limit.

[Bond: Friends]

[William: B]

[House Speaker: Democratic members' trust rating +25%; Republican members' trust rating -25%]

[Learning Requirements: Must be a Democratic Party member; have a bond level of Close Friend or higher; require 100 Skill Fragments]

It's a fairly simple skill, but its effect is very strong. However, the debuff is also very strong, causing half of the US congressmen to lose 25% of their trust for no apparent reason.
Although Massachusetts is a Democratic stronghold, conversely, there are also many states in the United States that are Republican strongholds. Both parties have strong influence across the country, and the presidency is almost always rotated among them.

As an independent, Luca has no interest in taking a partisan stance for the time being; he only cares about which side is more advantageous to cooperate with.

You can leave this skill unused for now after unlocking it.

What if another Republican skill comes along someday?

“Next, I will run for chairman of the finance committee,” William told Luca, outlining his general goals and plans.

Going directly to Speaker is a bit complicated; I'll use committee chairs as a stepping stone first. The Senate has many miscellaneous committees, such as the Finance Committee, the Judiciary Committee, the Education Committee, and the Housing Committee, which are divided into several different sections.

The chairman is directly appointed by the speaker and wields considerable power.

This is a better option for Williams at present.

After listening, Luca nodded. "I'll invite the president of the local union to have dinner together another day and we can talk."

William smiled and agreed.

As he walked out of the restaurant, he looked up at the sky and found that the weather was not bad today, not as bad as he had imagined.

Time flew by, and soon it was the night before the election.

Luca received a message from New York—Pushkin was dead.

Marigio called Luca directly, "Pigeon, did you arrange for this to be done?"

Robert's efficiency is really high. Luca didn't deny it, but instead asked, "What's the situation now?"

Margio: "The Russian Mafia will hold you accountable! The New York Rom Gang has already come directly to the committee to find out what's going on."

The Rom Gang? The gang that runs a ballet theater in New York?

Luka smiled wryly. Russia really has a wealth of talent. First there was Night Demon, then Ballet Killer. The key is that both of them are "traitors" who were expelled from the gang. They keep throwing talent out of the country.

"Who exactly did you ask to do it?"

Marigio was full of admiration, "They killed Pushkin without anyone noticing, and the Russians couldn't find a single clue. If they had gotten hold of it, those bearded men would have been shitting on our heads."

“I have plenty of assassin friends, and every single one of them is incredibly skilled. If they could kill Pushkin this time, they could kill the Russian mafia boss next time.”

Marigio was speechless. "Luca, if you kill Pushkin, there's still room for maneuver. But if you kill their leader, it will truly be a fight to the death."

"I'm not some kind of demon. What do they want to do now?"

“The gasoline tax business involves too many families, and the Russian mafia doesn’t dare to directly start a war. The committee has stopped this for you, and Gambino’s attitude is very firm, intending to protect you,” Marigio said. “This matter needs to be discussed and a settlement plan needs to be negotiated.”

"Okay, wait until I get back to New York."

Luca's stance was also very firm: "But on the condition that I don't want to see any more Russian mafia members in Boston."

"One comes, I'll kill one!"

The following day, the final alliance election was held, and all the gang leaders from the entire southern district gathered there.

The meeting was held at a resort.

Billy sat in one of the cars. After he got out, the other minor leaders of the Winter Mountain Gang followed him. The group of men in suits walked in a grand procession toward the entrance of the resort hotel.

Billy walked in the middle, his leather shoes clicking loudly and in unison beside him.

Upon entering the conference room, several gang leaders turned around and cast respectful glances at Billy, while others lowered their heads, sweating profusely, fearing they would be purged that day.

Billy sat down in the first seat on the side of the head of the conference table, his gaze sweeping over the faces of everyone present.

Once upon a time, these gangsters who terrified him no longer dared to look him in the eye.

A moment later, the meeting began. The meeting moderator exchanged some polite pleasantries, welcoming everyone, and then got straight to the point, starting with the nomination of candidates.

"This election was fair and transparent, and open to all gang members in the Southern District."

"There are candidates for the alliance chairmanship."

"Colin Sullivan!"

An awards ceremony is currently being held in a tiered conference room at the police station.

Colin, dressed in a police uniform, walked onto the stage as a "drug enforcement hero" amidst enthusiastic applause, standing before a group of leaders.

Taking the microphone from the host, Colin faced the group of leaders and colleagues, a perfectly measured policeman's smile—a blend of humility and determination:

"Thank you, Director! Thank you, officers! Thank you, colleagues!"

Colin's voice was loud and clear, filled with genuine enthusiasm: "Today, as I stand here accepting this weighty honor, to be honest, I am overwhelmed with emotion. We have just gone through a tough battle, a battle to bring light to this city, a battle that penetrated into the darkest corners!"

"The name 'White Hair' once cast a huge shadow over our streets, poisoning our community. His empire was built on violence and endless greed. How many lives did those drugs destroy? How many families were torn apart? As a police officer, I saw it all every day, and it pained me deeply."

"Brothers, the era of White Hair, the Frenchman, and Boss Mu is over."

Billy stood at the head of the conference room, where the dim overhead lighting cast his face in shadow, making his features clearly defined.

His gaze slowly swept across the faces of everyone present, as if confirming who was trustworthy, or as if searching for ghosts of the past.

"The Frenchman betrayed the alliance, and I killed him with my own hands, while the white-haired guy fell to the police's guns. No! In my opinion, he died because he didn't understand where the betrayal came from!"

Billy deliberately emphasized the word "betrayal." Everyone in the audience understood that White Hair died from Mu's betrayal, but what surged in Billy's heart was the police's abandonment of him.

"We used to live in the shadows, hiding from justice in the sunlight like rats. We were labeled, hunted, and treated as a cancer on the city. But who the hell is truly clean?!"

Bi slammed his fist on the table. "I used to think the world was black and white. I thought that as long as I was ruthless enough, worked hard enough, and stuck to my own path, I could earn respect? Fairness? Or even a damn chairman's position?"

"White Hair is more ruthless than anyone else! And what was the result? The result was betrayal! The result was that he used you and then threw you away like a used rag! The result was that he told you that everything you gave, your blood, your life, your soul, was worthless! The promises they made to you were nothing more than a shroud to cover a corpse!!"

Everyone present was somewhat confused, but they could sense Billy's suppressed, overwhelming rage.

"Now that all those bosses are dead, let bygones be bygones."

Billy's voice suddenly calmed, as if he were discussing something trivial, "They represent the old era. Chaotic, short-sighted, only knowing primitive plunder. The new era needs a new order, and..."

"Peace!"

Colin declared passionately, "There is only one ultimate outcome to this chaos: peace! These gangsters, led by White Hair, will inevitably pay the price for their crimes! Their downfall is a natural consequence of this chaos!"

This fully proves that evil will ultimately reap what it sows! Anyone who attempts to challenge the law and trample on order will ultimately face destruction!

Colin ran his fingers over the badges on his body: "Today, I wear these medals, but they represent far more than just myself; they represent all the unsung heroes who fight in the shadows! They represent our commitment to this city."

"I promise, from now on you will no longer be the rats being hunted, we will become the fucking hunters!"

Billy's hawk-like gaze swept over the assembled crowd. "We need to establish our own rules. The league requires iron discipline and airtight operation, so that everyone, whether street thugs or cops in their offices, understands who truly controls the situation! If the police come looking for trouble again..."

"No matter how cunning or powerful the enemy is, we will fight to the end! We will protect every inch of Boston, every family, and every moment of peace!"

"This is our mission, our honor!"

"Because we are"

"Gangsters!"

"Let those cops eat shit while they're chasing our shadows!"

"From today onwards, I'm in charge of the South! Those who are loyal to me will gain wealth and power, while those who betray me, I guarantee will suffer a fate ten thousand times worse than the French!"

"A new era has begun. Brothers, sharpen your guns, keep your mouths shut, and let's continue."

"I will defend this city and dedicate everything I have to uphold peace!"

Colin raised the microphone, and the audience erupted in applause.

A senior police officer approached, took the microphone, and presented Colin with an award: "To Colin Sullivan, your commendation for reporting drug crimes and eliminating a stubborn gang leader is outstanding. You are hereby awarded this prize."

Colin reached out to accept the honor and saluted.

"Thank you."

There was thunderous applause.

Enduring.

Amid applause, Billy turned and walked down from the platform, disappearing into the shadows behind the gate.

After leaving the conference room, Billy took the elevator up to the top floor of the resort hotel, and then went up to the rooftop via the emergency exit.

On the rooftop, Luca stood at the highest point, gazing at Boston in the distance. His tall, black figure stood majestically like a mountain in the sunlight.

A flicker of awe and fervor flashed in Billy's eyes.

This is the kind of role model I should learn from.

Never before had Billy felt such excitement and longing on the rooftop.

He came up behind Luca and lowered his head: "Old Pigeon, the South District is yours now."

The two talked for a long time, and Billy received a new mission: first, to eradicate the drug trade within the alliance; then, to unify the management of all the major businesses, and at the same time, to unify the gangs.

After that, there were no more Winter Mountain Gang and Kirin Gang, only one alliance, which directly expelled or eliminated any disobedient remnants of the old era.

After receiving instructions, Billy turned and left the rooftop, taking the elevator down.

As Colin watched the numbers on the elevator screen steadily decrease, he suddenly felt a slight sense of weightlessness.

18, 17, 16
It kept falling.

Colin looked at the text message from Old Pigeon on his phone, asking him to cooperate with Billy to "clean up the South District".

The elevator descended to the first floor. Colin touched the badge on his chest. He had just been receiving an award, but it turned out he still had to work for the mob.

The elevator falls only due to gravity, but it seems to be going against the entire world when it goes up.

(End of this chapter)