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Ribs realized what Ao Guanhai was up to and immediately shook his head. "Our opponents are no longer gangsters; they're higher-level than gangsters. Do you really want to blow up City Hall and let all of Chicago watch the fireworks show?"
Ao Guanhai shrugged and said nothing.
No one else could come up with any solution, and the scene fell into silence.
After a while, Ao Guanhai looked up again and said, "Boss, since Monroe has found dirt on you, let's find dirt on him too and fight back!"
"Well, I've thought of this approach as well," Reeves said, "but we've never had any contact with Monroe before, and now we suddenly have to find some dirt on him, which is easier said than done..."
After hearing this, everyone had a sad expression on their faces and could not think of any other solution.
Libus did not bother them any more and let them go and do their own things.
After everyone left, Ribbs drove straight to the city hall.
Of all the people he knew, there was only one person most likely to know about the Monroe and Daley families, and that was current Congressman Blair.
Blair is also a Democrat and received favors from the Daley family when he took office.
For Reeves, this guy was like a spy he had planted in the Democratic camp and must be used well.
In the office, warm yellow light filtered through the gaps in the blinds, shining on Blair's knuckles as he gripped his cigar.
After learning of Reebok's purpose, Blair said absentmindedly: "As far as I know, the Daley family has been manipulating Chicago's congressional elections since 1978..."
Reeves didn't want to hear any more nonsense. He stood up, put his hands on the desk, stared at Blair and said, "What I want now is Monroe's dirt, not a history lesson!"
"Listen!" Blair suddenly slammed the table and stood up, his tie sweeping across the pile of voter complaints on the table. "Why do you think Monroe has access to all the surveillance footage from the mainstream media? The Daley family controls 86% of the media channels in Chicago! Do you understand what I mean?"
Ribs had never seen Blair so nervous. He slowly asked, "How do we deal with the Daly family? Don't they have any weaknesses?"
Blair shook his head and said, "Ribbs, if you stop now, you can still make a dignified exit and live a carefree life as a boss..."
Reeves was tired of such talk. Being a gang boss seemed free, but in reality, he was just a dog for these big guys.
He grabbed Blair by the collar and said, "Just answer whatever I ask you! It's none of your business to meddle in my affairs. Are you scared by the Daley family?"
Blair spread his hands, his voice trembling. "There was once a reporter investigating the Daley family who 'committed suicide' in the wild—with his own shoelaces. There was also a prosecutor who was keeping an eye on the Daley family and 'accidentally' fell into the No. 3 subway line and was smashed to pieces. The Daley family dealt with trouble like expired files—shredded, burned, and even the ashes were blown into Lake Michigan."
"Fuck! These are just rumors. Can you give me some useful information?"
Blair shook his head and said, "What should I know? I haven't even been to the Daly family's manor!"
Ribs grabbed Blair's neck and threatened: "Blair, the Daly family can kill you! So can I. I can kill you now."
"I...I really don't know the information you want!" Blair said with his mouth wide open. "If you provoke the Daly family, you'll die sooner or later. I don't want to die with you. Stop pushing me!"
Seeing how cowardly he looked, I probably wouldn't be able to get any useful information out of him.
Ribbs impatiently let go of Blair and turned to leave the city hall.
On the way back, he was driving and thinking that maybe he shouldn't have been so hasty and entered politics so early.
If you can collect information and carefully investigate your opponents before running for election, you won't be caught off guard.
Is it really impossible to deal with the Monroe and Daly families?
If I really lose the election this year, I can only accept my fate and regard it as the tuition fee paid by a newbie entering the political arena!
Late at night, Reeves sat alone in his campaign office, staring at his declining poll ratings on the website.
A strange phone call came in.
"Hey who?" asked Reeves.
The other person replied: "It's me, the boss! I'm out of jail!"
The voice sounded familiar, but Reeves didn't react for a moment: "You? Who?"
"Callahan from Cook Prison!" the other said. "Have you forgotten, sir?"
"Oh, it's you! Don't you still have ten years left in your sentence? You're getting out so soon?"
"The Supervisor helped Boss Roy get me out," Callahan said. "He wanted me to be a middleman and work with you."
"The Supervisor Gang? You want to cooperate with me?" Ribs asked curiously, "How do we cooperate?"
Callahan replied, "Boss, is it convenient for you? How about we meet somewhere to talk?"
"Okay! No problem." Reeves agreed immediately.
Right now, Libus needs help. Maybe the boss of the Supervisor Gang can really be of some help!
Ribs rushed to a small bar in the suburbs overnight and sat down in a dim corner.
There were not many people in the bar. Red and blue lights illuminated the dim bar counter, where the bartender sat drowsily.
After a while, two men pushed the door open and sat opposite Ribs.
One of them was Callahan, whom I hadn't seen for several months, and the other was wearing a fisherman's hat with the brim pulled down so low that it covered his entire cheek.
After sitting down, Callahan excitedly introduced the people around him: "Boss, this is Roy from the Supervisor Gang, also my former boss, known as Scarface Roy!"
"Oh hello! Mr. Roy."
Reeves shook hands with him in a friendly manner, and Roy took off his hat to reveal half of his burned face.
"Reeves, I've been watching you for a long time." Roy said in a hoarse voice, "You're in trouble, right?"
Reeves looked at Callahan beside him with some suspicion. Callahan said, "Boss, don't worry! Mr. Roy of the Supervisor Gang is a good person. I worked under him for many years. He knew that I joined the Black Rabbit Gang in prison, so he asked me to meet you."
Seeing Callahan say this, Reeves was relieved and answered truthfully: "Yes, there have been some troubles in the recent election."
"I guess it's the Daley family's doing?" Roy asked coldly.
"Well, it is indeed the Daly family. How do you know this?"
"Mr. Ribs, to be honest, our Roy family also suffered at the hands of the Daly family 20 years ago!"
When Roy said this, his eyes flashed with hatred, "At that time, my family still had a firm control over the Chicago Workers Organizing Committee..."
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