While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

The Corleone family is located in the very center of the five constituencies, with the other four constituencies situated in the east, west, south, and north directions, respectively.

The northern and western constituencies are industrial areas, the southern constituency is a port area, and the eastern constituency, like the central constituency, is mainly a commercial area and residential community.

Each constituency has one or more large gangs.

They are:

The Devil's Stick – a smuggling gang in the southern port district, mainly composed of German members. Their main business is selling prohibited goods to Germany, such as steel, petroleum products, and rubber products, but the volume is particularly large and the profit is generally small.

The Holy Mother Alliance – a southern port district, is mainly inhabited by Russians who fled after Tsarist Russia turned red. Its main industries are smuggling, human trafficking, self-employed young women, and flour.

The Bald Gang – a constituency in the northern industrial region – does not focus on ethnic issues; anyone of pure white descent can join. It is extremely discriminatory against people of color, and its main businesses are underground casinos, noodle shops, and legal horse racing tracks.

The Kovich family – a constituency in the northern industrial region, mainly composed of immigrants from the Balkans, whose main industries are smuggling, small business owners, and underground casinos;

The Razor Gang – a Western industrial constituency, is a transnational gang headquartered in the British Isles known for its ruthlessness and bloodshed. Its members are mostly Irish and Welsh, and its main businesses are smuggling, face powder, and bounty killings.

Blood Lions – a predominantly Black gang in the western industrial district, whose main businesses include female individual businesses, underground casinos, and human trafficking.

The Fu Hing Society—a Chinese immigrant gang in the eastern electoral district—dominates a significant portion of Queens, centered around a Chinatown spanning several city blocks. They are involved in all Chinese-related industries, including the Chinese market downstairs from Tom's apartment. They are the most influential of the various factions.

If it weren't for the fact that Chinese gangs are a unique group and politically apathetic, Tom wouldn't have imagined that the federal government would tolerate gangs growing to such a scale.

The remaining gangs are all small gangs that aren't good enough to be on the table, and are the small gangs that Tom wants to take down.

She wanted to offer Tom a toast, but was instead kicked out of the restaurant.

Tom needs to find agents from the seven gangs mentioned above for four constituencies to help him collect taxes.

Tom can only vote for Fu Hing Club in the eastern constituency; he needs to carefully consider his options in the other three constituencies.

Tom thought about it and decided there was no rush to make a decision.

Even if Tom is anxious, now that he has chosen a gang, he can't possibly go to other districts overnight to implement his plan.

Furthermore, if Tom comes knocking on their door now, other gangs definitely won't take him seriously.

After a day, the legitimate properties in the central constituency all came under the control of the Corleone family, but the gangs and illegal businesses in the shadows were not eradicated.

The black market is not afraid of tax audits; bloodshed is necessary to eliminate gangs.

Only when the central constituencies are completely pacified will the gangs in the other constituencies realize Tom's power and take him seriously.

Things must be done step by step, and food must be eaten bite by bite.

It can't be rushed.

When it came to dinner, Tom went home and cooked as usual.

Although I had pizza at an Italian restaurant for lunch, it was one of the few delicious white meals that could restore my sanity.

But even that can't compare to the food Tom makes himself:

Steam a basket of flower rolls, make a big pot of stew, and bake some lamb chops in the oven—a superb dinner that will instantly restore your sanity is ready to serve.

While cooking, Tom thought about the sanity problem.

A question resurfaced in Tom's mind—what exactly is the effect of a negative buff?

Tom glanced at the system panel, especially the sanity value.

SAN value: -8.7/4.46

[Negative buffs acquired: Greed, Cold-bloodedness, Imperial Rejection, Slaanesh Favorability, Tzeentch Favorability, Khorne Favorability]

Tom used to always deliberately maintain his sanity. Whenever his sanity was about to turn negative, Tom would either perform a triple combo or go to the street full of pretty girls to boost his sanity.

Although it's not hands-on, it's still good for your eyes.

Today is Tom's first time with a negative sanity value. A day has passed, and Tom doesn't feel anything unusual; in fact, he's unusually energetic.

Tom has one good point: he doesn't get stuck in a rut even when he can't figure something out.

Eat and drink as you please, and wait until tonight to see if the settlement has any impact.

That evening, Tom had another heartwarming and delicious dinner with his parents.

After dinner, Tom chatted with his parents for a few minutes before going to his bedroom to wait for the system to settle the bill.

The events of December 12, 1941, have been compiled. The following is the diary entry:

My mother's prayers woke me up this morning.

If I ever hear prayers directed towards the Emperor again, I will go deaf!

That damned woman actually prayed to the Emperor! I really want to kill her.

If it weren't for her making me breakfast every day, I would have killed her long ago.

[Event impact: SAN value +0.2]

Current SAN value: -8.5/4.46

Tom was startled. The style of the diary had completely changed. Was it due to the influence of a negative buff?

[Today I spent the whole day leading my men to plunder—no, I should call it collecting taxes.]

Even if the PDF document were to be seen, they could only watch helplessly, and might even scatter and flee in fear of being taxed by me.

[Hehehe, taxation, I love this hypocritical term. It's so satisfying to oppress humanity with imperial laws under the emperor's watchful eye.]

When laws fail to protect humanity, will humans rebel and hate emperors?

[Event Impact: Tzeentch's attention span +1, sanity +0.4]

[Current attention level of Tzeentch: 1]

Current SAN value: -8.1/4.46

A new term has emerged: "The degree of attention given to the cunning."

Perhaps sensing Tom's curiosity, the system thoughtfully added a small message below.

[The Four Gods' Attention Level: The warp is everywhere, and so are the Four Gods, but they won't pay any attention to a little bug like me unless I'm interesting enough.]

The more attention I receive, the greater the chance that the Four Gods will come knocking on my door.

I will find a way to improve it! I want the four gods to bestow their blessings upon me!

Tom swallowed hard. Although he hadn't found any Warhammer elements yet, his time travel seemed like a typical historical time travel story.

But since the system is real and effective, who knows if a new set of four gods will actually appear once the attention is high?

[Tonight, the bottom-level gang I used is going to purge the smaller gangs; almost half the entire base will be wiped out.]

Unfortunately, I fear being exposed and killed by the Emperor's Space Marines as a worshipper of the three gods Tzeentch, Slaanesh, and Khorne. I can only wait for the outcome from the rear.

Although I can't kill them directly, just the thought of rivers of blood makes me so happy I want to pick my toes.

[Event Impact: Khorne's attention +1, Tzeentch's attention +1, Sanity +0.6]

[Current attention level of Tzeentch: 2]

[Current attention level for Khorne: 1]

Current SAN value: -8.1/4.46

I cooked for myself tonight, and those two old geezers came over to freeload.

Considering that the two old folks had been giving me money, making me breakfast, doing my laundry, and keeping my place clean, I didn't kill the two rats on the spot.

[Impact of the event: None]

[December 9, 1941 Summary: Tzeentch is watching me!]