Shadow Empire

Chapter 356: Hurt Him and Support
The professor slowly placed the phone on the cradle. The cigarette next to the ashtray had burned out, and he only took two puffs.

He took out another one, lit it, and looked a little depressed.

Wolfe said nothing, just looked at him.

He probably knew what was going on, but surprisingly he didn't show any anger.

"I made a mistake."

He took a puff of his cigarette, put it on the ashtray, rubbed his face hard with his hands, then rubbed his head, and finally, suddenly he became furious and pushed everything on the table to the ground with both hands!

Wolfe said nothing, still looking at him.

The professor breathed heavily. He bent down to pick up the cigarette that had fallen on the ground and took another breath. "I made an empiricist mistake."

"I treated them like a normal gang."

He felt his scalp itching and scratched it. "We shouldn't have considered using Lance and his men to consume the people from those small gangs. We should have concentrated our strength on dealing with them from the beginning!"

The professor’s idea is not completely wrong. The small gangs that are now forced to merge into the Wolf Gang are obedient on the surface.

But if you really ask them to do something without giving them enough benefits, they may not be as obedient as usual.

So the professor's idea was very simple, to use Lance as a whetstone to grind away all the troublemakers in the small gangs in western Zhejiang.

It's like a fish that has had all its bones removed and can be swallowed in one gulp.

But what he didn't expect was that the Lance family had such a high level of execution!
In just three days, he found the locations of all the Wolf Gang's bars, and took over all of them in one fell swoop before he even had time to think about it.

In the professor's opinion, the Lance family should still be fighting with those small gangs at this time. On the one hand, they have to guard against the chaos of the small gangs, and on the other hand, they have to take into account some changes in the Wolf Gang. They should not dare to leave the Empire District casually.

But the facts slapped him in the face. Not only did they leave, but they also closed down all their bars in one go.

Wolfe also lit a cigarette, "How did they know the location of our bar?"

The professor picked up the ashtray, knocked it on the ground, and then put it back on the table. "Those workers."

"On the pier?"

The professor nodded. "They are the only ones who know where our bars are."

Workers have always been the main consumers of the bar, and especially in the past two days, the bar's business has been particularly good, and they are still celebrating it!
If they can maintain this trend, their income will increase exponentially!

With money, they can recruit more people, buy more weapons, and continue to grow.

In fact, in a sense, the mafia is also a kind of enterprise, a special kind of enterprise.

If a company wants to grow and develop, it needs money and power.

Now, the workers who paid for their drinks sold the addresses of these bars.

Wolfe's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. "So is it possible for us to use the same method to find out where Lance's bars are?"

The professor replied, "Yes!", but then added, "But this will take time, and a lot of time."

"Lance and his friends are all from the Empire. All the customers of the bars in the Empire District are from the Empire. Let's not discuss whether those drunkards believe us or are willing to lead the way for now."

"How to find those drunkards who know about the bar, and how to make sure they don't tell Lance about it, there are big problems!"

"You can't just grab someone on the street and ask him if he lives in the Empire District, if he has ever been to the Lance family's bar, and if he is willing to tell us where the bar is. We can't do that!"

Wolfe looked a little disappointed. The omnipotent professor in his eyes seemed to have... suddenly encountered a math problem that he couldn't solve.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling, it was as if the professor was no longer effective!
"Are we not going to do anything?"

The professor took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Wait."

"wait?"

The professor nodded heavily. "He asked us to cause a riot, and we did what we were supposed to do. Now it depends on what method the mayor has to solve all the troubles at once!"

"We are at a disadvantage now, there is no need to fight them, even if we are lucky, we can win."

"Do you think those little gangs will continue to give us time to recover?"

On the other side, Lance took out a handkerchief and wiped a drop of blood on his trouser leg. He picked up the phone again and dialed a number.

In a cold drink shop across from the game room, a waiter held up a phone and looked at the few customers in the restaurant. "Here's a call, looking for a gentleman named..., is there such a person?"

A man in a flowered shirt and straw hat raised his hand. He trotted over and answered the phone. "Sir?"

"Are they out?"

The man in the flowered shirt glanced at the closed door to the game room again. Even though Lance couldn't see him, he shook his head and said, "I didn't see them come out."

If these people come out now, Lance will take their men to directly destroy their headquarters and then cause trouble for them.

But the other party is now guarding the game room, and the losses from a forced attack will be too great, so he can only wait.

"Keep watching them. If they come out, notify us immediately. Just call the company."

After he hung up the phone, he looked at Ennio and said, "Thank you for your help. Go contact Galio."

Ennio nodded. He didn't ask why, but Lance told him directly.

"Gallio (leader of the Imperial gang in Fides City) is from Fides' gang. He must know a lot about the Wolf Gang. Ask him for more details about the professor and Wolf."

"Don't be afraid to spend money. As long as the information is true, whether he wants money or wine, give it to him. But it must be true!"

“It is impossible for people to live in this world without any concerns. Everyone has something they care about.”

"Aren't they going to come out?"

"Then force them out."

Ennio nodded to show that he understood.

Lance made another call, this time to Chief Blue.

"I'm doing you a favor. I raided a few bars belonging to the Wolf Gang in the harbor area. Someone will give you the address later."

"Help me dispose of these bodies, and I'll give you the credit."

"The price of gasoline barrels has gone up so much recently and I don't want to pay another fortune for my garbage."

After a moment of silence, Chief Blue said, "Deal!"

In fact, the police can also investigate cases related to alcohol, but currently the federal agency that mainly investigates these cases is the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Hazardous Substances.

They specialize in investigating these crimes and have great powers. They can also directly ask the police to transfer relevant cases and suspects to them.

This has led to the police everywhere not being very keen on intervening in other people's affairs. After all, when they are almost seeing results, if the other party asks you to let go, all your previous efforts will be wasted.

But this doesn’t mean they can’t investigate. If they can find results, they will still be rewarded!

Checking several bars in a row was also a brilliant achievement for Chief Blue, and there was no way he would not accept it.

As for the dead gang members?
Isn't this a fucking simple thing?
They investigated these cases, and the gang members fought back, so they had to shoot all the gang members to maintain justice and law and order in Jingang City!
Of course, he couldn't do it alone, so he called the newly appointed acting director of the Port Branch. After the two of them got together, they immediately dispatched a large number of police forces to handle the matter.

Jingang City has been in chaos for quite some time, and many people say that the police are just for show. So now that such a big case has been solved, although it has nothing to do with public security, it at least proves that they are not good-for-nothings.

Lance stood up and glanced at the messy bar. The ground was littered with corpses and broken glass from bottles.

He walked outside, the broken glass making a crunching sound under his feet, and finally shattered even more violently.

The convoy was divided into two groups. One group returned to the Imperial District for rest. Some people were injured in this sudden attack. Everyone was using hot weapons to speak. As long as they fought back, there was no guarantee that someone would be injured.

The injured have to receive treatment for their injuries. Two unlucky ones were sent for emergency treatment. Whether they can survive depends on their luck.

Lance and the others went directly to the port.

The strike at the port is still ongoing, but it is clearly not as large as yesterday.

The threat from the gangsters is indeed a big threat to these ordinary workers. The arrival of the convoy attracted the attention of some people, and when they saw Lance, they had an indescribable feeling!

Many people took the initiative to walk over, including Johnny, who walked very close to the front.

"Mr. Lance!"

"It's Mr. Lance!"

Lance still has some status in the hearts of these dock workers.

Lance raised his hand and pressed it lightly, asking them to be quiet.

"I heard from Dave that you were threatened by gangsters?"

Some people remained silent, while others actively responded. Looking at their noisy appearance, Lance continued to press his hands to quiet them down.

"I have taught the Wolf Gang a profound lesson. I believe they will not be able to take care of you in the short term."

"If they dare to cause trouble to you again, call me immediately and I will arrange for someone to take them away from you!"

"They're not the only ones with guns, we have them too!"

There seemed to be a power hidden in Lance's eyes. Everyone who was looked at by him felt a power beginning to grow and rise in their body.

"I heard the reasons for your strike, and I support your strike!"

"It is your hard work that has made Jingang City prosperous, but they have forgotten this!"

"Without you, there would be no Jingang City today. You should be the masters of this city more than those people sitting in the office!"

"If they don't pay you enough to cover the value you bring here, then why should we work for them?!"

“Strike is the most basic right given to us by this country. No one can take it away from us!”

"It's time to let those vampires of the dock management company understand that we are the masters here!"

More and more people gathered around, and as they listened to what Lance said, they began to become excited!
The more society accepts strikes, the stronger their desire to strike becomes. Right now, everyone is talking about the assassination of the mayor and the news about urban riots. The dock workers' strike, which should have been big news, has been cleverly suppressed.

Now Lance's recognition and approval is part of the motivation for them to continue to persevere.

Looking at the growing crowd, Linus jumped onto an oil drum nearby to make himself look taller.

"Don't be afraid, brothers!"

"Speak your thoughts loudly, no one has the right to shut you up!"

"Members of Congress, the President in the presidential palace, or the gangsters!"

"They don't have this qualification, this is something we are born with!"

"They hired gangsters to threaten you, which just shows that they are afraid. They are trying to use some illegal means to force the strike to end because they are afraid."

"They are fully aware that the strike will end with our victory, so they are eager to use some means outside the rules."

“Now is the most difficult time, but I believe that as long as we get through this period, the problem will be solved.”

"Brothers, we all know that they are more anxious about this strike than we are and hope that it will end as soon as possible."

"If they want us to return to work, let them send someone to talk to us, and talk with sincerity!"

"Otherwise, screw you!"

“Send Q!”

Lance gave the middle finger to the office building of the dock management company in the distance. In fact, nothing can resonate with the lower class people more than swear words!

The workers burst into laughter and raised their middle fingers in the direction of the terminal management company like Lance did, "Fuck them!"

People started talking loudly and something, most of which Lance couldn't hear clearly, but he kept nodding, as if he agreed with people's opinions.

After everyone had vented their emotions for a while, Lance said, "If you have any problems, you can come to me and I will do my best to solve them for you."

"Don't worry about the club, we'll have it sorted out soon enough so everyone can drink cheap alcohol again!"

"This is what you deserve, and it's my respect for the hard work of each of you!"

Vaughn also drove over in a hurry from the union office. Although the union office was not far from here, a distance of several hundred meters was not close for a middle-aged man.

He pushed through the crowd and came close to Lance. Seeing that Lance's reputation on the dock had skyrocketed again, he sighed lightly.

He pushed through the crowd and walked to Lance. After the two shook hands, Vaughn invited Lance to his office for a talk, and Lance did not refuse.

After entering the office, the secretary twisted her plump buttocks and walked back and forth in front of the two men several times. She seemed to be very confident about her buttocks.

But what she didn't know was that in a man's heart, money and power come first, and these two gentlemen were going to talk about exactly the most important things for men.

"What's the trouble?"

Vaughn nodded. "I know some people in the dock management company. The board of directors is very dissatisfied with the manager's progress. They plan to use a different method to force the workers to return to their jobs."

He looked at Lance with a serious expression, "Salary."

Lance searched around Vaughn's office and soon found a calendar. He glanced at it and saw that there was not much time left in the month.

The dock pays wages on the first weekend of every month, which is the first Friday.

It is less than ten days away from this time.

"You mean they're not going to pay you for now?"

Vaughan nodded. "The financial situation of most dock workers' families is very bad. They can't save much money. Many families have no savings."

"Now they're going to have to deal with paying the bills and living costs, and some are going to have to compromise."

"These problems have not yet erupted, but next month, they will definitely use this tactic to force workers to compromise."

Vaughn looked at Lance, "How do you think we can solve this problem?"

His original intention was to let Lance see if he could think of a solution. After all, Lance ran his own financial company, and its main business was related to dock workers.

On the other hand, he also knew that Lance ran a bar business, and bars during this period were extremely profitable, so he should be able to come up with some money.

It doesn't take much, just one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand yuan is enough to solve this problem.

This way, not only can the strike continue, but he and Lance can also gain more reputation.

Lance thought for a moment, "I'll take care of this."

When he left, he left some people at the dock to be responsible for the security of the dock. He also called Chief Bruce and asked him to arrange some police officers to protect the safety of the striking group.

Chief Blue, who had just received a big gift, would definitely not refuse it. These were all small things.

Soon there were many more police officers at the dock, and some members of the Lance family were hiding in the crowd.

With the support of Lans, the strike group became more powerful, and many workers who were hesitant due to threats from the gangs also returned to the strike group.

Looking at the growing number of strikers downstairs, the manager threw everything he had handy on the ground!

He was so angry that he walked back and forth for several steps, then returned to the table and called the professor, "Have your people taken action?"

The professor was a little embarrassed, "I ran into a little trouble..."

"Fuck, your trouble is a trouble, but mine is not a trouble?"

The manager was not polite at all and started to scold, "If you can't handle them, don't talk nonsense to me. You wasted my day!"

He slammed the phone down and sat back in his chair, his mind blank and he had no idea how to deal with the situation.

Maybe, he is dead this time!
(End of this chapter)