After sending Dulson away, Sal looked at the tattoo on his chest, intoxicated.
He sat there for a long time, his joy indescribable.
Just then, one of his subordinates came in and reported with his back to him, "Godfather, everyone's here."
Sal nodded, then turned around. The alien's totem tattoo and six-winged symbol were particularly obvious, causing the leader's eyes to shine brightly. He subconsciously lowered his head even more.
Outside, in the meeting hall of the four gangs.
Sal's original subordinates were at the top of the steps, and below them were the leaders and core members of the other three gangs.
Following them were some of their trusted subordinates.
They'd heard that their bosses were all dead.
These people were in a bad mood.
"Get Sal to come out and give us an explanation! Why is our boss dead? Why is he still alive? I hope this isn't some conspiracy theory. "
"Yes, we want Sal to come out and give us an explanation. Otherwise, the four gangs won't be able to participate."
A guy wearing sunglasses and a white suit, with a tattoo on his neck, walked up the steps with his hands on his hips and confronted Sal's subordinates. He didn't speak from beginning to end, just smoking a cigar, but no one knew if he'd instigated the people below.
He was one of the trusted subordinates of the three dead bosses, and the next leader of the gang. Not just him, but the other two bosses' trusted subordinates were also here.
The three of them had reached a tacit agreement that they all wanted to take the resources from the original boss, but they were afraid that Sal would take it all. That was why they'd come to make a scene, to make Sal understand that they each had their own job and shouldn't mix things up.
"Pierre, what are you doing here?" Sal's trusted subordinate saw that there was a group of gang members below the stage, and it was a bit messy.
"Nothing. Everyone cares about their boss. We all want to know what happened, and I can't stop them," Pierre said. "Look, aren't Sarky and Moreton the same?"
Sarky and Moreton were the trusted subordinates of the other two bosses, and they were also people with the same thoughts as him. It was obvious that the three of them didn't want Sal to be fully in charge of the casino.
"Yes, why can't we come in? Have you done anything shameful? This is the headquarters of the four gangs. We can also come in. What's wrong? "
"That's right. Why are all of you from the Saar Gang staying here, but we have to stay outside?"
The lackeys that these three had brought along also chimed in and stirred up the mood.
At this time, Sal was already standing at the entrance of the venue under the leadership of his trusted leader.
After all, he was one of the survivors of the first generation boss. His prestige was not something that anyone could ignore.
As soon as he appeared, the scene immediately quietened down.
Sal took a step forward, and the scene in front of him, which was full of heads, suddenly opened up a path, leading directly to the stairs.
Sal came to the bottom of the steps and looked at the three confidants of the boss standing on the steps. He raised his head and said indifferently, "Why don't the boss let you guys take over?"
The expressions of the three of them changed and they immediately walked down the stairs. Usually, this stage was used for meetings. The four bosses would sit on it while the other core members of their respective gangs would sit below the stage.
But today, there were originally four chairs, but only one was left.
Sal waited for them to walk down and snorted. Then, he walked up himself and sat on the only chair. He crossed his legs and put his hand on the armrest, tapping his fingers from time to time.
"Where's your discipline?" Sal asked the people in the audience.
The lackeys of the three bosses took advantage of the crowd and shouted, "Our boss is gone. What discipline do we still need?"
"Is that so?" Sal raised his eyebrows. "Well, from now on, I am your boss. In the future, there will be no four gangs, only one gang! "
"Why!" The confidant leader of the three bosses blurted out.
"Why?" Sal's face darkened. He suddenly stood up from the chair and slowly walked down the steps.
One step.
Two steps.
He looked at the three leaders with a scrutinizing gaze. The latter subconsciously swallowed their saliva.
Suddenly, Sal took a pistol from one of his subordinates and fired at the three leaders, all hitting their chests. The three of them trembled and fell to the ground. They stared at Sal in disbelief.
The lackeys who had come with them to cause trouble took a few steps back in fear.
Sal had no choice. If he wanted to rule completely, he had to eradicate the dissidents. At this time, the four gangs were merged. He could not afford any fanning of the flames or hesitation. He had to cut the Gordian knot. Otherwise, he would break his promise to the leader.
"How much did the three of them give you? Was there a need for you to buy your lives to cause trouble? "Sal looked at the group of seventy to eighty people below the stage with disdain and snorted coldly.
The people below the stage looked at the corpses of the three dead leaders in front of them. The more they thought about it, the angrier they became. They gritted their teeth and said, "The boss must have been killed by him. He wants to take all of Las Vegas for himself. Brothers, let us defend these for the boss. If it falls into his hands, will there be a share for us? Let's get rid of him together. "
These sixty to seventy subordinates of the three bosses suddenly swarmed up and wanted to crush Sal.
But Sal's dozens of lackeys stood in front of Sal, and even those who had witnessed the death of the three bosses stood in front of him. They did not let these troublemakers hurt Sal.
"You traitors, you want to protect him?" When the troublemakers saw that they were a group of people, they were all indignant.
"You can't touch him!" These gang members who had seen the clown and knew that Sal was like a stranger were determined not to let these troublemakers hurt Sal.
But they couldn't say what had happened today.
"Get out of the way!" After the troublemakers pulled away the traitors, they kicked Sal's lackeys away. After all, the three leaders were afraid that they would fight, so they had gathered a lot of brothers. There were only thirty or so people protecting Sal, but the number of troublemakers from the three gangs had reached more than seventy.
After this battle, the gang members who were protecting this side were certainly no match for them. They were all beaten badly.
Sal's pistol bullets were also limited. Sal's confidant leader shouted to him, "Boss, you go first. I'll stay here and take care of this."
Sal snorted coldly and was unmoved.
At this time, after the seventy troublemakers had beaten the thirty or so gang members who were protecting them to the ground, there were still more than twenty troublemakers who rushed to Sal.
At this time, when a big knife was waved at Sal, Sal suddenly tore open his chest, revealing a freshly baked tattoo. He roared, "Come on! Cut here! "
The gang member who was waving the knife froze for a moment and then stopped.
Sal suddenly grabbed the back of his head and pressed it against his chest. He shouted in a deep voice, "Cut! Did you see that? Cut here! "
The other troublemakers who had rushed over saw the tattoo on his chest. One by one, they put down their hands and swallowed. They looked at their own people who had been protecting Sal. Those people said bitterly, "He is now a six-winged officer. Don't try to offend him. Trust us. Some things are better left unsaid. No one wants to live with nightmares every day."
(End of this chapter)
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