He leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the table, trying to create an oppressive feeling, but the few sparse strands of his carefully groomed hair lifted up unruly with his movements, looking a little funny.
Ever since he became Speaker of the House and wiped out the Chicago underworld, Reeves has never met anyone who dared to challenge him like this.
He lifted his legs and placed them directly on the table. He lit up his cigar and took a drag. He said calmly, "Oh? And then? What do you want to do?"
"Mr. Speaker, I'm here on behalf of the general public... I simply want to seek a fair solution!" Randall said in a slightly lowered voice, "To prevent the situation from escalating further, you only need to provide reasonable compensation... For example, $500,000? Things will calm down! Those dissatisfied voices will disappear, and I will explain to the dissatisfied residents..."
He finished, staring intently at Reeves, waiting for the expected outburst of anger or tense bargaining.
However, Ribs just watched him with interest.
The lawyer in front of him was so naive. His self-righteous "threats"... in the eyes of Reeves now, he was just like a dancing clown.
In the past, Reeves would have just made a phone call.
The butcher would have him disappear "reasonably" into some back alley without even making a splash. This kind of wretch wasn't even worthy of Black Rabbit's security.
But now?
Reeves was already the real controller of Chicago. Faced with this street thug-like extortion trick, he didn't even feel the slightest bit of anger. Instead, he felt that the scene was full of absurd humor.
A small lawyer, holding a few pieces of waste paper, ran to the office of the City Hall Speaker, the actual controller of Chicago, and performed like a clown, hoping to extort half a million dollars?
This is just... so much fun!
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