She lay on his shoulder, the smoke from her mouth blowing against his ears.

"Tommy, old Hassan has been using you. He has reached an agreement with the top management of the logistics center. After making the last big profit, he will leave all current businesses and use the money he earned to invest in other companies.

s things."

After a silence that was long enough to freeze the atmosphere, Thomas Gilbert still responded with the seemingly indifferent response:

"I know."

The woman was very puzzled, and because she couldn't get his attention due to her hard work, she became competitive:

"Since you know this, why do you still do things for him? Why do you still want to make money for him?"

Thomas Gilbert said nothing.

His silence that showed no weakness made the sense of mystery around him even more intense, and his silver-gray eyes became alluring because of his silence that showed no weakness. The woman pressed closer to him, and her voice was as low as a whisper in his ear:

"Old Hassan told Uncle Li about your shipments in the areas above. He bribed one of your brothers, named Michael G. Field, and they used the bullfighting bulls he gave you before.

Dogs convey messages.”

Thomas Gilbert's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously restrained himself from clenching his fists.

The woman did not continue to speak.

It was an injury sustained for the Razorbacks.

Uncle Li did not eat his goods, but forced him to dump them into the sea. At that moment, he felt humiliated.

After he finished speaking these two nonsensical sentences, a smile suddenly appeared on his face:

"I don't think Li Shoucheng will end well anyway."

Do you know how much money this game arcade makes per day?

"That little money is nothing on the island chain, Jack. The island chain is the future of the entire world. Making money here is so easy that it's almost like picking up money.

Thomas Gilbert put his arm around Michael G. Field's shoulders, looked sideways into his eyes, and rubbed his shoulders twice:

"That Father Hassan, is he really as powerful as you said on the phone?"

The arcade was doing well, but Thomas Gilbert didn't stop at the slot machines and pinball section to appreciate his money-spinner.

He turned around and stretched out his hand, as if to touch her head, but his palm only stayed by her ear for a moment before he put it down.

Thomas Gilbert nodded, leaned on his desk, and blew out a puff of smoke:

"He is Father Hassan's flea."

A bright smile appeared on Jack Gilbert's young and handsome face:

"How is your brother's injury? Does the ointment I gave you work?"

They may have another contact, or they may not. Danger is synonymous with passion, and it is also the sweetness that women like to taste most.

There were cheers and cheers all around.

Not only that, but background will also blind the gangsters to trivial matters and petty profits, so that even if they have become gangsters, they still cannot escape from the low-level competitive methods of being aggressive and ruthless.

Thomas Gilbert patted him on the shoulder:

"It's much more interesting here than Birmingham Street! There are endless new games to play and endless girls!"

His brother's injury was caused by a fight during the last occupation of the arcade.

Even excluding the share that old Hassan took away, the game hall still made 135 pounds a day - cigarette money, wine money, money to buy marbles, slot machine rentals, electronic game machine package time fees - just services

The turnover amount is 135 pounds!

And how much are the employees’ wages and water and electricity bills? Manpower is the least valuable!”

As for why they had to abandon their previous grudges to deal with a newcomer like him who had just arrived and didn't even have a place to stay...

Five minutes later, Thomas Gilbert entered the game arcade that Father Hassan had given him to take care of.

After Thomas Gilbert finished speaking, he released his shoulders, put the club back into his hand, and motioned for everyone to continue.

Thomas Gilbert looked at his brother seriously:

Thomas Gilbert patted Jack's shoulder, took a drag of his cigarette, and puffed into the halo of light thrown into the window. He waited until the smoke dissipated and then said:

"Little Michael, who followed us to Days Island, will be sent to feed the fish tonight."

He had known that Uncle Li would intervene and monitor his business, because he was Uncle Li's supplier, and Uncle Li would not let him do business in the mechanical hive with so many goods in hand.

Jack Gilbert's mouth felt dry:

Jack Gilbert hadn't had enough fun yet and didn't want to get married so early, so he immediately changed the subject - he stretched out his hands and made tearing gestures one after another:

"The Tie Gang just pulled out people's tongues?"

Women know his phone number.

He took out a wooden lark from his lapel. It was a gadget he saw on the way here, and it was also his trump card against women.

When rules are used as means and tools, it depends on how the rules are used...and by whom."

"We should stop offering sacrifices to that old guy! That's a lot of money!"

He came in through the gate and went straight through the game area. After greeting a few Razor Gang guys, he glanced at the bulldog in the corner who was having fun with a girl from nowhere, and then went to the billiard table in the rest area.

In front of the table, he took the cue from the young Michael G. Field, then leaned on the table and made a hole-in-one.

Thomas Gilbert looked up at his younger brother's silver-gray pupils, which were exactly the same as his, and exhaled an uneasy breath:

"The island chain is the island chain of the empire, not the island chain of Yanan City. The officials who came to the logistics center this time are very complex. In addition to the ancient nobles of the Northern Federation, there are even some royal nobles from the imperial capital."

Uncle Li doesn't care whether he makes money or not. He only cares about whether the market is controlled by him. As long as the market is still in his hands, the money will be his own sooner or later.

From a side perspective, Hassan’s father was selling electronic waste in the area of ​​C-4 District two days ago, which can prove from the side the inexplicable and wonderful relationship between Hassan’s father and Uncle Li.

…

Jack Gilbert said in a completely unafraid tone:

Thomas Gilbert sat on the office chair, took out the single-frame glasses from his front pocket and stuck them in his eye sockets. He took out several documents from the folder on the office desk and handed them to Jack Gilbert:

"Auntie is not here, so I need you to do this. Otherwise, marry a wife you can trust and let her become the accountant of the Razor Party. Then you don't need to look at these documents."

He moved his neck:

"The relationship we developed in Yanan City is not even a local chicken here."

Even the biggest gangsters will get into trouble over a gold pound. The fundamental reason is that their origins limit their horizons - this is a fact that Thomas Gilbert knew when he was in Yanan City.

“According to the latest revised and promulgated laws of the Logistics Center, killing empire citizens with cruel means will result in a prison term of more than 20 years.

"If you have any difficulties, please tell me at any time. The Razor Party will not treat every brother badly."

"It's probably possible. As long as those people get money, they can do anything."

"This is almost the amount of money we can get from doing business in Yanan City for one month..."

Thomas Gilbert patted his brother's shoulder and neck near his chin:

Jack, tell me, if the tie gang stops pulling ties in the future and improves their relationship, can the cruelty of the past be wiped out?"

The thick smoky smell in the air obscured the discolored RGB light strips on the ceiling. The huge Yin Yang Bagua pattern, which was composed of slender light strips and covered the entire ceiling of the game hall, could no longer be seen clearly. Only the red flowers and green willows radiated from the RGB light strips.

The bright lights filled the entire game hall with a halo of various colors. The light produced a complex scattering effect in the entire game hall, and each guest's face became eccentric due to the complex colors.

Thomas Gilbert did not answer this question directly, but talked about the law:

Michael G. Field nodded, his expression unchanged:

"I know, boss."

"There is a big difference between landing first and landing later. They have already sorted out many things, and the relationships that need to be taken care of have also been taken care of. We can only act according to the situation."

"This is the cashier record of the game hall...this is the transaction record of the C-17 District Hall of the Tie Gang. You need to write these things down."

And Father Hassan... Thomas Gilbert should have thought that there are no eternal rivals, only eternal interests. Father Hassan and Uncle Li are mortal enemies, but this does not mean that there will be no cooperation between the two.

.

"Jack, how was your time at the Mechanical Hive?"

The young man made a gesture of pain and let out an exaggerated cry.

He walked around her, walked straight to the door, opened the door, walked out, and closed the door smoothly.

He succeeded, his body did not react, and his silver-gray eyes remained calm.

Thomas Gilbert returned to his office located at the back of the game room. As soon as he opened the door, a young man who looked sixty-nine times similar to him stood up from the sofa and happily hugged him.

Thomas Gilbert didn't know that the ceiling of the game room he had just renovated was actually made of the lowest quality materials. The huge Yin Yang Bagua pattern only looked bluffing. The decorator obviously made some mistakes, resulting in

The Bagua surrounding the Yin-Yang Bagua pattern has now become the traditional Chinese characters of Tianshenzhou composed of eight color-changing RGB light strips:

"You idiot, drink lemon tea"

"Aren't the connections in Yanan City useful here?"

Thomas Gilbert pulled the cigarette butt out of his mouth and looked down at the smoke rising from the cigarette butt and being disrupted by the scattered light. He obviously spoke too much in front of his younger brother:
To be continued...