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

The next day at noon, Tom pushed off the legs that were pressing down on him, got out of bed and got dressed.

Despite the system refreshing the status, the ox still couldn't compete with the earth.

Tom couldn't help but wonder, what is the meaning of the universe's existence?

Tom rubbed his aching lower back and started checking yesterday's system settlement.

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

That damn woman prayed again this morning!

I'm going to kill her!

Wait a minute, my mother is a devout follower of the state religion, while I am a devotee of the three gods.

With my mother as a cover, the believers in the nearby church all accepted me.

[Hehehe, why do I feel so good for no reason!]

Then let's spare her life.

[Event Impact: SAN value +0.3, Tzeentch's attention +1]

[Current attention level of Tzeentch: 3]

Current SAN value: -7.8/4.46

In the afternoon, relying on my position as a court clerk, I held a meeting with the bottom-level gangs of both cities.

[Using the authority of the emperor and the empire to seek my own personal gain, hehehe]

[When I was giving a speech to the Underbelly gang, someone actually dared to go against me?]

[A bunch of bottom-nest rats, wouldn't it be better to offer me everything you have?]

Since you resist, then I will take your blood.

For slaughter! For destruction! For terror!

[Event Impact: SAN value +0.2, Tzeentch's gaze +1, Khorne's gaze +1]

[Current attention level of Tzeentch: 4]

[Current attention level for Khorne: 2]

Current SAN value: -7.6/4.46

[Hehehe, such a delicious, fertile mother is making me incredibly excited!]

[Event Impact: Sanity +0.4, Slaanesh's attention +2]

[Current Slaanesh's attention level: 2]

Current SAN value: -7.2/4.46

Wait a minute, is normal courtship considered sinful?

Tom had already trained the system so that it would automatically pop up small annotations whenever Tom had any doubts.

When Slaanesh is near me, all pleasures attract his attention.

I will take advantage of this time to indulge in mad pleasures, so that I may soon be favored by Slaanesh and granted supreme bliss.

[Negative buffs expected tomorrow (already in effect): Greed, Cold-bloodedness, Slaanesh affinity, Tzeentch affinity, Khorne affinity]

[Summary, December 10, 1941: Gods, please grant me your blessings!]

Tom glanced at his personal status and noticed that he was missing the "Emperor's Repulsion" buff. It seemed that as his sanity increased, negative buffs would be randomly reduced.

After settling things with the system, Tom went downstairs.

Cooking, waking up Diane, unlocking Diane's new CG, eating, unlocking Diane's new CG, taking a bath and cleaning, unlocking Diane's new CG, taking a bath and cleaning, driving Diane to work.

Tom isn't a mammoth; he still has to go to work.

On her way to work, Dani kept her eyes glued to Tom, her body turned to the side.

Tom didn't care; he figured, "Let him watch."

In Tom's eyes, there was more than one strange thing about Dani:

When he sleeps at night, he talks in his sleep and always shouts loudly.

When I brought her lunch to her bed and woke her up, she burst into tears.

Ever since the first CG was unlocked in the office yesterday, she's been asking Tom every now and then if he loves her...

Tom, who has mastered the art of romance in both his past and present lives, still can't figure out what Denise is thinking.

You ask how skilled Tom is?

The specific method is—just go up and say who you like; Tom has never failed anyway.

Instead of trying to figure out what women want, you should pay attention to the Razor Party.

Along the way, Tom saw countless members of the Razorback.

They probably came to gather intelligence so they could find an opportunity to make a move.

The clothing of the Peabody & Razor gang members is quite distinctive, similar to the stereotypical image of the Mafia, with the only difference being their hats.

Italian Mafia members often wear top hats, while the British Isles' Razor Gang wears newsboy caps.

Aside from their appearance, the hostility in the eyes of the Razor Snappers was far too obvious.

It's hard not to attract attention.

While waiting at a traffic light, Tom pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tossed it to a few members of the Razor Gang on the roadside.

Tom directly joked:

"Brother, go back and tell your boss Tim that he doesn't need to go through all this trouble to find me."

"I will wait for him in the director's office at the Finance Bureau."

"The cigarettes are on me. Thank you for your hard work on guard duty."

After Tom finished speaking, he stepped on the gas and drove away from the intersection, leaving behind several members of the Razor Gang with bloodshot eyes.

Before they could get angry, several patrolling police officers walked over.

The Razor Claws' clothing and demeanor were so conspicuous, resembling the way Black people in later generations wore their pants halfway down, that it was hard for them not to be noticed by the police.

The Razor Claws members had no choice but to scatter and flee back to report to their leader, Tim.

After speeding along, Tom and Denise arrived at the entrance of the Finance Bureau.

Outside the door, Connie was pacing anxiously back and forth. As soon as he saw Tom, he came to greet him.

Tom gestured for Connie to follow without saying a word, and then Tom took Dani to the office.

After Tom answered "Yes, I love you" several times, he was finally able to find time to talk to Connie.

Before Tom could speak, Connie said somewhat anxiously:

"Tom, I've been looking for you all morning. Apart from the Fuxing Society, the other gangs sent their people over this morning."

"When can we register?"

Tom slapped his forehead, realizing he'd almost forgotten about it.

Women really do cause trouble. Tom has decided to quit drinking from today onwards!

But Tom can't stray too far from the "safe house girl," and he probably won't be able to come to the Finance Bureau in the mornings for the next few days.

Tom led Connie to the team leader, Jacks, and said to Connie and Jacks:

"If you bring someone to register in the future, and I'm not there, just look for him directly."

"Jacks, you too, from now on, anyone he brings to register will be registered under my name, and the limit on the number of people shouldn't be capped at fifty anymore."

"Director Dennis said that any available spots are for me."

Connie and Jacks both nodded, and Tom led Connie away from Jacks' office.

Jacks watched Tom's retreating figure and sighed deeply, his eyes filled with a sense of shared misfortune.

As for whether Tom really has that many slots?

Jacks said: Isn't that obvious? We've already "sacrificed ourselves for the tiger," so it's reasonable for Director Dennis to give us as many slots as she wants.

A tigress is still a tiger, and a thirty-year-old woman is far more terrifying than a tigress!

Tom and Connie left the office, and Tom instructed Connie:

"Tell Moore Jackson of the Blood Lion Gang to send as many men as possible; the more, the better."

"After registering the names, we'll take people directly to the Razor Gang's territory to cause trouble."

"As soon as something happens, report it to the Finance Bureau and contact the local police to jointly crack down on the Razor Gang."

"I'd like to see how long the Razorfen Downs can last."

Connie agreed and hurriedly left the Finance Bureau to return to the Corleone family to bring people to register.

After the news reached the Corleone family, several other underworld forces also received the information.

Tom is actually the lover of Senator's niece, New York City Finance Commissioner Dennis!

We're all set. With such solid connections, what's there to worry about in achieving our great goal?

Razor Gang and Bald Heads, you're doomed!