When Ribs saw that Keshia's white and tender palms were swollen and red from being beaten, he suddenly felt a little distressed.
She took Keshia's hand, pinched her nose, and asked with concern: "Now tell me! What happened today?"
Keshia said tearfully, "Honey, you have to take charge of this for me! The guy who attacked our villa last time was that little boss from the Latin King Gang! I spent a lot of money on my villa, and I have to make him pay for it!"
Ribs had no interest in the Latin King Gang's territory, but he definitely couldn't let them go after the villa was smashed last time.
"Okay! I know about this!" Liebs said, "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it!"
"Great!" Keshia hugged Reeves and gave him two big kisses, then ran back to cook with a smile on her face.
On the other side, Zsolt also returned to the Latin King Gang's lair in a mess.
The Latin Kings' lair is located in a garbage disposal and recycling station.
The place was filled with the smell of motor oil, rotting wood, and chemical waste. Everywhere were the wreckage of old cars, twisted frames, and plastic bottles, cans, and waste paper scattered on the ground.
Don't underestimate the garbage recycling and waste business. Once a monopoly is formed, it will also be a highly profitable industry.
In the 1960s, the Lucchese family, one of the five major mafia families in New York, had long monopolized the U.S. waste recycling and processing industry through violence, bribery, and union control, earning hundreds of millions of dollars in revenue each year.
Sebatian, the boss of the Latin King Gang, was sitting with some of his brothers playing cards.
Who dares to win money playing cards with the boss? Not only do the younger brothers have to lose money to him, but they also have to flatter him constantly.
"Boss! You're amazing! Your card skills are like a gambling god! I heard the Black Rabbit Gang next door opened a casino. If you go there, you'll definitely bankrupt them!"
Sebatian shuffled the cards and said, "Hey! We're all in business, and harmony brings wealth. There's no need for us to provoke the Black Rabbit Gang!"
"Hey! Boss, you're right! You have a broad perspective!" A younger brother flattered him from a different angle.
Another immediately chimed in, "Of course! If Boss didn't have a sense of the bigger picture, how could our Latin Kings be ranked among the top ten Chicago gangs?"
As they were talking, Zsolt pushed the door open and walked in.
"Come on! You've come at the right time. Sit down and play a few games!" Sebatian called.
Zolt found a place to sit down and said with an uneasy look on his face: "Boss, I...I seem to have gotten into trouble..."
"What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into?" Sebatian asked. "You, Zolt, are fearless, so why are you afraid of getting yourself into trouble?"
"I took a few of my brothers and fought with the Black Rabbit Gang in the billiard hall..." Zolte said, "More than a dozen of our brothers died."
Upon hearing this, the boss, Sebatian, responded, "Hey, what's the big deal?! It's normal for brothers to clash! This isn't a big deal, and I don't think the Black Rabbit Gang will care!"
"It's not a big deal...but..." Zsolt looked at the younger brothers around him and was too embarrassed to speak.
"If you have to fart, hurry up! I'm waiting to play cards!" Sebatian said, "Zolt, why are you so fussy today?"
Zolt stood up and pulled Sebatian into a nearby room. "Boss, let's talk inside! Let's talk inside."
Sebatian followed Zsolt into the room impatiently. After Zsolt closed the door, he told him everything, including how he took Frank's 1 million US dollars and attacked the Rebus villa.
"Hou Lixie! Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing earlier?" asked Sebatian.
Zsolt said helplessly: "The Black Rabbit Gang had just been established at that time. Who knew they would be so powerful now..."
Sebatian, the leader of the Latin King Gang, did not want to provoke the Black Rabbit Gang. After much deliberation, he finally said to Zolter:
"I don't think Reeves will let you go... How about this! Take $1 million and go apologize to Reeves. Maybe there will be a chance for this to turn around."
"I...I can apologize..." Zolte said with an embarrassed look, "but I've already spent all my 1 million..."
Sebatian was immediately displeased: "Zolt, what do you mean? You got into trouble, and you want the gang to pay you to fix it, right?"
"Boss, that's not what I meant," Zolt said. "But now that things have come to this, we have to resolve it, right?"
"Okay, if you can't solve it, I'll do it for you!"
As Sebatian spoke, he called two of his men in from outside and ordered, "You two! Put his hands on the table!"
Zsolt was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly. Two of his younger brothers forcibly pried his hands out and pressed them on the table.
Sebatian took out the Swiss Army knife from his waist and chopped it down with lightning speed, accurately cutting off Zolter's little finger.
"Ah! Fuck! Fuck!" Zolt held up his bleeding finger and sat on the ground screaming.
"Bandage him up!" Sebatian said. "Zolt, don't blame me! Since you can't come up with $1 million, this matter must be resolved this way. Only then will it be sincere."
After a few of the younger brothers bandaged Zolter's hand, Sebatian asked, "How much money can you give me now?"
"One hundred thousand dollars," Zolt replied.
"I'll pay for you another $100,000 out of my own pocket," Sebatian said. "Hurry up and take the $200,000 and your severed finger to apologize to Reeves! I'm sure he won't make it too difficult for you."
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