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Chapter 92 Seeking power and usurping the throne
Russian businesses never thrived in Italian-dominated territory, let alone in Mafia-controlled ports and docks.

The Gambino family has absolute control, while the other four families only get a share of the spoils at the port. For example, the Lucchese family's garbage ship shipping—the Gambino family always has to share some of it, otherwise they will incur the wrath of the others and be ostracized by the other families like that guy Galant.

But Gambino never intended to share with the Russians.

In other words, the Luches family recently gained control of several ports, allowing the Russians to bring in oil tankers, and then they were targeted by some mentally unstable individual.

Abram said on the phone, "Old Pigeon! Gallo stole several truckloads of our oil! Is he an idiot? My men told him it was Mafia oil, and he still tried to steal it! He's insane! Absolutely insane! How can your Mafia have such a madman?"

"He is indeed a madman."

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Abram choked for a moment, "Old Pigeon, why isn't your reputation working anymore? Gallo doesn't take you seriously at all."

His voice was filled with helplessness and indignation.

Mad really wanted Nightmare to just kill Gallo, but killing a member of the Mafia would cause the gang a lot of trouble.

“It’s precisely because he’s a madman that everyone is wary of him,” Luca said quietly. “I can get your tanker to dock in port, but I can’t stop the Gallo men from going to the port to enjoy the sea breeze. Guys, you’d better watch out next time.”

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It seems we have no choice but to bleed money. Abram said tactfully, "Some of that oil was actually intended for your refinery."

"That damn crazy Joe, he even dares to steal my things, does he want to die?" Luca said angrily. "I'll settle this score with him!"

Abram: "Old Pigeon, you have to give us justice."

"Yeah, no problem."

Luca casually remarked, "Oh, by the way, have John come find me."

Harlem, New York.

Since drug lord Frank went to prison, the area has lost its leader, and various black gangs have carved out their own territories, with Mafia families taking the opportunity to extend their reach and seize profits.

In this small area, there are at least a dozen large and small factions.

Frank went in, but Joe Gallo came out.

He formed friendships with African American gangs while in prison, and many Black people worked for him.

Gallo was also considered the first Mafia member to team up with a Black gang.

"Cheers to our friendship!"

Inside a gang's hideout, several white Italians were surrounded by a large group of blacks, drinking and having a good time.

A black man asked, "Isn't Mr. Gallo coming tonight?"

These Italians were all Gallo's men and partners. One of them shook his head: "He has other things to do."

As far as he knew, Gallo was having an art salon with a group of New York artists, and it seemed that some female celebrities were also present.

Gallo was the most popular Mafia member in New York's arts and culture scene.

"Then I won't bother Mr. Gallo any longer."

The blacks continued to have fun.

"Those hairy Russian pigs, when they saw us pull out our guns, they were so scared they knelt down and begged for mercy," a black man laughed. "When are we going to go and rob them again? That oil will make us rich!"

“We can rob Russian brothels. I’ve heard those Eastern European women are pretty good! After we’re done, we can sell them. I know a few Mexicans who collect organs.”

"Once we've taken over the entire Harlem district, we'll create a new era, we'll become the next Harlem Frank!"

A group of Black people were echoing this. If it were just the Black people on their own, they would never have dared to mess with the Russians, but with the Mafia leading the way, it was a different story.

In New York, it's the Mafia that bullies others, not the other way around.

Enjoying the compliments from the Black men, the mafia members looked smug and laughed arrogantly, "After the public meeting, we'll go and pull off a big heist."

What's so bad about robbing Russians?
If you're going to play, play bigger!
Once Colombo dies, the family will be reshuffled!
When Gallo comes to power, everyone's status will rise accordingly!
biu!

Blood bloomed before their eyes, and a black man froze, blood gushing from the hole in his head, splattering across the entire table.

At the same time, most of the people present felt an inexplicable and intense sense of fear, as if they had become a rat in a sewer, with a pair of huge amber eyes staring intently at them in the darkness.

"what!!"

Screams erupted one after another, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

A mafia member stiffly turned his head and saw that the door had been closed and two tall men were blocking the entrance.

John closed the door, his expression cold: "The pigeon said that everyone except the white people and women was killed."

Lyon: "Okay."

A horrific massacre.

The white flour on the table turned into red mud. Brooklyn.

There is an art gallery here.

Outside the gate, Luca and Ishii Oren ascended the steps together. Tonight, she wasn't wearing her tight assassin outfit, nor a Japanese kimono or samurai attire, but rather a stylish urban woman's outfit, and she wasn't carrying a samurai sword.

"Luca, which artist's paintings do you prefer?"

"Van Gogh, perhaps."

Luca didn't know much about these things either, but he named the painter who impressed him the most.

He was neglected in life but deified after death—that's Luca's impression of Van Gogh.

The two chatted about the paintings of various artists as they walked into the art gallery.

An art exhibition is currently being held in the hall, attracting many young art enthusiasts and media reporters who are there to take photos; the crowd is constant.

The host of tonight's art salon, Joe Gallo, is a multi-talented Mafia member who studies natural philosophy and literature while in prison and also creates paintings.

Luca and Oren Ishii blended into the crowd, like ordinary visitors, walking through the corridors and passing by the paintings.

In front of a booth in the inner hall, the two finally spotted Gallo, dressed in a khaki suit and looking very gentlemanly. He was holding a microphone and talking to a group of artistic young people around him about his creative philosophy.

“This crooked face is me.” Joe Gallo pointed to a self-portrait on the wall. “I painted it crooked on purpose. Back in the day, in a bar in Colombo, some thugs used a baseball bat to fix my face. When I painted this, my cheek was still aching.”

A good-natured laugh rang out from the crowd.

Gallo led the crowd, talking as he walked:
"The black people in this painting are people I met in prison. They're good friends of mine. Some old-fashioned people in my family say I shouldn't hang out with black people. Haha, how can a painting be without black? The colors have to be so clashing to create a visual impact!"

“Back in Brooklyn, if any bar didn’t use my jukebox, I’d make their shop window even more shattered than this painting. Now? I’m just painting for fun.”

Gallo casually lit a cigarette. "I've been shot, been to jail, fought with the police, and fought with my own people. These paintings are taken from the scars on my body! I've committed many crimes, and I've never denied it. In this messed-up world, crime is an inevitable product of capitalism!"
If crime is blue ice, then I am the purest crystal.

clap clap clap!
Many young people with artistic tastes at the scene applauded.

A mafia boss with a criminal history, having served time in prison and been released, coupled with his pretentious artsy attitude, drew admiration from many enthusiastic female fans in the audience.

Joe Gallo's ability to sleep with so many stunning actresses back then wasn't solely due to his status; his charisma also played a significant role.

Just then, a discordant voice rang out from the crowd.

“Mr. Gallo, these paintings are worthless now, but I believe their value will skyrocket after you die!”

You commissioned Leon and John to kill 21 notorious black criminals and defend peace in Harlem.

[Gain Skill Points x20]

[Gained 10 Skill Fragments]

[Remaining Skill Fragments: 44]

"Now you know how I got my nickname 'Butcher'?"

On a sofa in a corner of the art gallery, Luca sat opposite Joe Gallo, holding a bag of Oreos.

Gallo put down his phone. The message from his men horrified him: almost half of the gang had been wiped out.

"Luca!!"

Joe Gallo gritted his teeth, suppressing his inner fear.

How could I feel fear?
Why is that?
I've never felt this kind of fear when facing Colombo, or even Gambino!

Could it be that I took too much before attending the art exhibition, and now it's acting up?

Gallo felt as if his head, which had been floating on air, had been doused with a bucket of cold water, leaving him feeling chilled to the bone.

Butcher
Gallo sneered with a gloomy face, "In the years I've been in prison, the Lucchese family has indeed cultivated a fine newcomer. If that old Lucchese were still alive, he would probably really like a ruthless person like you."

Tommy Luches, the original owner, died of a brain tumor.

Luca didn't have much of an impression of that boss. There were too many random characters in the family, making it the most eccentric of the five major families.

And this old man in front of me.
[Character Card: Joe Gallo]

[Gallo: C]

[Source: The Irishman]

[Skill: Seizing Power]

[Bond: Strangers]

This skill... Luca almost laughed. It really suits Gallo, that madman.

(End of this chapter)