After seeing off Durson, Thrall looked at the tattoo on his chest and was intoxicated.
He sat there for a long time, with a lot of joy beyond words.
At this time, one of his subordinate leaders came in and reported with his back turned to him: "Godfather, everyone is here."
Thrall nodded, and then turned around. The stranger's totem tattoo and six-winged logo were particularly obvious, making the leader's eyes glow hot. He subconsciously lowered his head even lower.
Outside, inside the headquarters of the Four Gangs.
The crowd was crowded, Thrall's original subordinates were at the top of the steps, and below were the leaders of the other three gangs and some key members.
Some of their confidantes followed in.
I heard that their bosses are all dead.
These people are in a bad mood.
"Let Sal come out and give an explanation! Well done, why is our boss dead, why is he alive? I hope this is not some conspiracy theory."
"That's right, we want Boss Sal to come out and give an explanation, otherwise the four gangs won't be able to get involved."
A guy wearing sunglasses, a white suit, and 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 the beginning to the end, just smoking a cigar, but did the people below He didn't know what he was instigating.
He was one of the confidantes of the three dead bosses, and he was also the next successor of the gang. Not only him, but also the confidants of the other two bosses came.
The three of them reached a tacit agreement, and they all wanted to swallow the resources in the hands of the former boss, fearing that Thrall would swallow them all. That's why they came here to make trouble, and it was necessary for Thrall to understand that they should perform their duties and not mix them up.
"Pier, what did you bring your men in here for?" Saar's confidantes saw a group of gangsters in the audience, a little 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 Saki and Moulton the same?"
Saki and Moulton are popular confidantes of the other two bosses, and they are also thoughtful people like him. The three of them made it clear today that they didn't want Thrall to take full charge of the casino's affairs.
"Yes, why can't we come in? Have you done anything wrong? This is the headquarters of the Four Gangs. We can come in too. What's wrong?"
"That's right, why are all the members of your Thrall Gang staying here, but we have to be outside."
The three younger brothers who brought in echoed and followed the emotional rhythm.
At this time, Thrall was already standing at the gate of the venue under the leadership of his confidant leader.
After all, he is one of the first generation boss survivors, and his prestige cannot be ignored by anyone.
As soon as he appeared, the scene immediately fell silent.
Thrall took a step, and the scene where people were moving in front suddenly parted ways and went directly to the steps.
Thrall came to the bottom of the steps, looked at the three bosses' confidantes standing on the steps, raised his head and said indifferently: "Why don't you let the bosses do it?"
The expressions of the three guys changed, and they immediately walked down the steps. Usually, the steps are used for meetings, with the four bosses sitting on it, and the core members of their respective gangs under the stage.
But today, there were originally four chairs, and only one remained.
Sal waited for them to come down, snorted, then walked up by himself, sat on the only chair, crossed his legs, put his hands on the armrests, and tapped his fingers once and for all.
"Where is your discipline?" Thrall asked these people in the audience.
Taking advantage of the crowd, the younger brothers of the three bosses yelled out, "Our boss is gone, so what discipline do we need?"
"Really?" Thrall raised his eyebrows: "Well, from now on, I will be your boss. In the future, there will be no four gangs, but only one gang!"
"Why!" The confidants of the three bosses blurted out.
"Why?" Thrall's face darkened, he suddenly stood up from the chair, and slowly walked down the steps.
step.
two steps.
He looked at the three bosses with scrutiny, and the latter swallowed subconsciously.
Suddenly, Sal took a pistol from his subordinates, and shot at the three bosses continuously, all of them hit their chests. The three of them shuddered for a while, and then all of them drew their guns to the end, their eyes widening in disbelief. The child looked at Sal.
Those younger brothers who came to make trouble with them all backed away in fright.
Thrall can't help it. If he wants to rule completely, he must eradicate dissidents. At this time, the integration of the four gangs cannot tolerate the slightest incitement or hesitation.
"How much benefit did the three of them give you? As for asking you to sacrifice your life to make trouble?" Thrall looked at the group of seventy or eighty people in the audience with contempt, and snorted coldly.
Looking at the corpses of the three bosses who died in front of them, the people in the audience became more and more angry as they thought about it, and they all gritted their teeth and said angrily, "The boss must have been killed by him, he wants to occupy the entire Las Vegas all by himself, brothers, let us Let's defend this for the boss together, if it falls into his hands, can we have our share? Let's get rid of him together."
These sixty or seventy subordinates of the three bosses suddenly rushed up to crush Thrall.
But Thrall's dozens of younger brothers stood in front of Thrall, and even those non-Thar system gang members who witnessed the death of the three bosses also stood in front to prevent these troublemakers from hurting Thrall. .
"Are you guys trying to protect him?" Seeing that these people were gangsters, the troublemakers were all indignant.
"You can't touch him!" These gang members who have seen the clown and know that Thrall has become a stranger are determined not to allow these troublemakers to hurt Thrall.
But they also couldn't say what exactly happened today.
"Get out of the way!" After a group of troublemakers pulled away their own gang of traitors, they kicked away those little brothers of Thrall. After all, the three bosses were afraid that they would fight, so there were a lot of brothers called in. , there were only about 30 people protecting Saar, but the number of the three gangs who caused the trouble reached more than 70.
After this battle, the gang members protecting this side must have been defeated, and all of them were beaten badly.
The pistol bullets in Sal's hand were also limited, and Sal's confidant leader shouted to him: "Boss, you go first, and I will stay here to deal with it."
Sal snorted coldly, unmoved.
At this time, after more than 70 rioters beat up the more than 30 gang members who were protecting them, more than 20 gang members rushed to Thrall.
At this time, when a big knife swung at Sal, Thrall suddenly tore open his chest, revealing the freshly baked hot tattoo, and he shouted: "Come on! Cut here!"
The gang member who came over with a knife was stunned for a moment, then stopped.
Thrall suddenly wrapped his arms around the back of his head fiercely, pressed his head to his chest and shouted in a deep voice, "Cut it! Did you see it? Just cut it here!"
The other troublemakers who rushed over to flatter him all saw the tattoo on his chest, and all of them put down their hands and swallowed. They looked at those "insiders" who had also protected Thrall before, and those people were suffering. He said: "He is now the six-wing officer of the stranger, don't try to offend the stranger, trust us, there are some things, it would be better not to say it, no one wants to live with nightmares every day."