Reborn American Giants

A group of people stared eagerly at Aguero and Ximeno, hoping that they would stand up and take the lead in opposing Sorvino's decision. Unfortunately, they were destined to be disappointed. They looked at each other again, and after everyone looked at each other,

They separated quickly like an electric shock. Finally, one of the middle-aged men wearing a floral shirt plucked up the courage and said loudly: "Papa, I'm not questioning your decision, but is the decision you made right?"

It's a little too hasty, this person..." As he spoke, he pointed at Victor and said: "We don't know anything about this, and you let him sit in the No. 2 position. What contribution has he made to the gang? Ah,

He is just a low-level person...".

When Victor was pointed at by the middle-aged man's finger, he began to walk towards him slowly. When he turned around and continued talking to Sorvino, before he even stretched out his finger, he grabbed the middle-aged man.

With that finger, he twisted his arm behind his back, pushed his head onto the conference table, picked up an ashtray on the table, and smashed it down hard. The middle-aged man's accusations stopped abruptly.

When the other people saw this, they stood up in fright, grabbed the stools and cups next to them, and looked at what happened on the conference table with horrified expressions. The middle-aged man was knocked dizzy from the impact, and he struggled to open his eyes in confusion.

With his eyes looking at the others, he moved his hands unconsciously twice, as if to signal others to come and save him. Victor ignored the reactions of the others, but calmly raised the ashtray, and once again hit it hard.

After knocking it down, the man's head bounced up like a basketball and hit the table hard again.

"You son of a bitch, what are you doing..."

"Asshole, I will definitely kill you..." He roared at Victor.

"Papa, what do you want to do today? Do you want to kill us all?" This was asked by Sorvino.

Victor raised the middle-aged man's head and tested his breathing. He was breathing more out and less in. The bright red blood spread on the conference table, along the corners of the table, and dripped on the ground.

A pool of blood soon formed. He threw away the ashtray in his hand, wiped the blood on his hands with the tablecloth, and then slowly said to the others with angry faces: "Papa called you here today,

I’m not here to discuss things with you, and Papa’s order does not require your consent. You can only execute it. When will it be your turn to dictate what Papa decides.”

Sorvino sat in the main seat and nodded with satisfaction. He felt that Victor was right. When did his decisions need to be approved by this group of people? Could it be that he has not shown his "majesty" for too long?

, and made them forget the consequences of opposing themselves?

I only heard Victor continue to say: "I know that I am very junior and have not contributed to the gang. It is not my turn to take the position of the second leader, but since Papa has decided to let me take on this

heavy task, then I will obey Papa's "order" and do my best to complete all this and serve the gang. Do you have any other different opinions? "

When Victor said these words, he also looked at the "middle-level leaders" of this group of gangs with a pair of eyes that showed no emotion at all. He had a premonition that there would be objections to Sorvino's announcement of the order today. At this time, in his previous life

Experience told him that the method of his ancestors was to "kill the chicken and scare the monkey". This was a way for Victor to quickly gain a foothold in a short period of time. He used "ferocity" to tell these people that you have the right to "choose", but I

I only gave you one option.

The others looked at each other in shock. Victor waved to the two guards at the door to drag the middle-aged man's body down. The others looked at the pool of blood left on the ground and looked at each other in silence. Sorvino watched everything in front of him, clapped his hands and said

: "Okay, this matter has been decided happily. From now on, v will be responsible for Lago's previous affairs. Now we should discuss the main topic of today."

Victor calmly walked to Lago's seat and sat down. He glanced at the quiet scene. The others finally came to their senses and hurriedly pulled out their chairs and "sat down" again, but everyone seemed to have forgotten

Among the people present, there is already one less person...

Victor sat quietly on the sofa and looked through the account books. Develti was wearing a suspender skirt and squatting at the table in front of the sofa, making coffee for Victor. She looked up from time to time with her watery eyes.

Victor.

The room was extremely quiet, only the sound of Victor flipping papers could be heard, and De Verdi did not make a sound. Anna was preparing dinner in the kitchen. Since Victor's foundation was still shallow and he did not trust "outsiders" very much, there was only one person in this small building.

Banban, Atuo and Dewelti are four girls together. "Bannan" is arranged by Victor to be a butler-like figure. Victor feels that he is not suitable for the gang, so he transfers him to his side and is responsible for taking care of life. In this way, Banban

Being able to accompany his family every day without being in too much danger, Victor felt that he could only do this for Banban. Under his protection, he hoped that this Dominican man could live in peace.

Banban was extremely satisfied with this kind of life. He couldn't wait to express his gratitude to the "v" boss, and his wife baked the cakes by herself. But Victor was a little troubled by Atuo's arrangement, so he recruited him to his side.

, but found that there was no good position for him, so he had to let him drive for him first. Atuo was very excited because he had heard his companions say before that if the boss asked you to drive for him, it would be the greatest thing for you.

"Trust", Atuo said that he was very satisfied with driving, and Victor just let him go.

After today's meeting, Victor used his "ferocity" to successfully ascend to the position of No. 2 in the organization, but there are still many "hidden dangers". Aguero and Ximeno disappeared after the meeting. Victor knew,

The "little bit of friendship" between him and Aguero has been extinguished.

Sorvino "hid" back to his small building after the meeting, while Victor came back with a pile of account books. These were the account books of various subordinate organizations. He wanted to take up the things that Lago was responsible for before.

, we must first understand the funding situation of these subordinate organizations.

At today's meeting, Sorvino changed the fees revised by Lago back to the previous five levels. The leaders of these subordinate organizations dared to be angry and dare not speak out. They could only obediently hand over the account books and the fees that were due this month.

The funds stayed and dispersed.

Looking through the account books in front of him, Victor, a layman, quickly discovered the loopholes. Few of these account books were authentic. They must have swallowed the funds that should be handed over to the organization, otherwise it would be impossible for the fees to be paid during the year.

With such stability, where does the money go for the newly opened dance clubs, bars, and shops in the neighborhoods they control?

Victor smiled softly, stretched out his hand to pull Deverti over, pressed her head to his lower body, and stroked the beauty with beautiful blond hair in front of him, like Victor was stroking a pet.

These bastards, Victor recalled the various middle-level leaders at the meeting, and found a way to deal with them. It seemed that he needed to "visit" a few leaders who were less greedy for money on the books, because they were less greedy for money.

, indicating that their desires are not too big yet, and the majesty of the organization is still in their hearts. They just swallowed the money with a "lucky" heart.

And the money they swallowed would become their "reins" to control them. Thinking of this, Vitek was in a good mood. He held his hand on the blond hair in front of him and sped up his movements...