The Tyrant Billionaire

"I\'ve heard reports from my subordinates. There have been quite a few slot machines and punching machines from the Spanish gang. Was that your doing?"

"Indeed, it\'s just a modest little business."

"Chief Ed, if you need to divert attention, you can occasionally let the police seize a few machines to silence the journalists, but without affecting our business."

"Chief Ed takes care of us, and naturally, we won\'t be stingy," Bill said, slipping a bundle of money back into Ed\'s arms.

Seizing the leverage, tempted by money, Ed couldn\'t refuse.

If he dared to refuse, his fate would be ruined, sent to prison. Just the thought of such a result sent shivers down his spine.

He picked up the money from his arms and tucked it into his pocket.

Bill smiled as he saw Ed\'s actions. Hardy\'s plan worked like a charm, the proud chief had completely succumbed.

"chief Ed, I\'ll take my leave now. I have your office number, I\'ll call if needed," Bill said, opening the car door and stepping out.

Shortly after, the car drove off, and Bill waved and smiled at Ed through the window.

Ed\'s face turned grim.

The feeling of being threatened was unbearable. The other party held evidence against him, if he didn\'t comply, they could ruin him anytime.

But he knew, He was tightly bound. Perhaps since the day he first encountered Dani, he had fallen into a trap. Ed cursed Dani in his heart a thousand times over.

He smoked several cigarettes in the car.

In the end, he couldn\'t come up with a good solution.

Helplessly, he tossed the cigarette butt away.

For now, this was all he could do. Perhaps one day, when he retired from being chief, he could break free from these gangsters\' control.

Meanwhile, Bill sat in the car.

His mood, however, was exhilarated.

He had just threatened the Los Angeles Police Chief, a true heavyweight, and the chief had obediently bowed to him.

This feeling excited him.

It turned out that these so called powerful figures, who controlled ordinary people\'s destinies, were nothing special. As long as you caught their weak spots, they would still obey.

Back at the security company, Bill met Hardy and excitedly recounted the entire process.

"Boss, you have no idea. It\'s so satisfying to have these big shots at our feet. I love this feeling," Bill said enthusiastically.

Seeing Bill\'s excitement, Hardy thought to himself that this guy might just start taming big shots from now on.

"Bill, continue ordering slot machines and punching machines, expand this business comprehensively," Hardy instructed.

"Yes, boss. Tomorrow I\'ll send someone to San Francisco."

"Tomorrow, I\'m heading to Las Vegas. Keep an eye on things in Los Angeles," Hardy said.

"Are you meeting Mr. Sigel?" Bill asked.

"Yes."

"Boss, now that we\'ve completely taken over this territory, can we officially establish our gang?" Bill exclaimed excitedly.

This trip to Las Vegas was for that purpose.

After more than three months, Hardy once again boarded a plane to Las Vegas.

"Friends, we\'re about to take off. Have you fastened your seat belts? Don\'t say I didn\'t warn you. If you don\'t buckle up and get thrown around, it\'s not my responsibility," the pilot shouted to the dozen passengers.

To Hardy\'s surprise, this time\'s flight was the same as last time, with the same pilot. The pilot even used the same lines.

...

Las Vegas in April had become dry and hot. Hardy broke into a sweat as soon as he stepped off the plane.

This time, Sigel\'s bodyguard came to pick up Hardy, just like last time. After a brief greeting, they placed Hardy\'s luggage in the trunk.

"Mr. Hardy, Mr. Sigel is waiting for you at the construction site," the driver said.

Arriving at the Flamingo Casino construction site, Hardy noticed significant changes since his last visit. It was no longer an empty lot. bulldozers were moving dirt and rocks. Many areas were taking shape.

The main casino building was already constructed, and workers were busy with interior design.

Other facilities were also taking shape.

When Hardy saw Sigel, he noticed that the Las Vegas sun had tanned Sigel quite a bit in the few months they hadn\'t met. Sigel had also lost some weight.

Sigel was somewhat of a fanatic. Once he set his sights on something, he would go all out. He saw great potential in Las Vegas and devoted all his enthusiasm to building here.

Seeing Hardy, Sigel smiled and patted him on the shoulder, pointing to the buildings behind him.

"The last time you came was just after Christmas. Now it\'s April. Can you see the progress in planning?"

"When do you expect to complete it?" Hardy asked.

"My estimate is May or June next year. Right now, only the main structure is done. It\'s far from my vision of the world\'s most luxurious casino. I want the most luxurious decorations, the highest end equipment, to leave everyone who comes here awestruck."

Sigel was a perfectionist artist, and his personality determined his work style.

"Mr. Sigel, I have something to report to you," Hardy said.

"What is it?"

"The Spanish gang, I\'ve taken them down. Dani is dead, and I\'ve taken over the entire Spanish gang\'s territory," Hardy explained.

Upon hearing Hardy\'s words, Sigel, who was accustomed to seeing deaths and rises of gangs, was also taken aback.

"Dani is dead?"

"Yes, he died in Colombia. But very few people know he\'s dead. Externally, it\'s announced that he retired to a remote location for retirement."

"How many casualties were there in taking over the gang? I read the Los Angeles newspapers every day; why haven\'t I seen any reports of large scale conflicts?"

"I used some means, so there wasn\'t a large scale conflict," Hardy explained.

Sigel suddenly became interested. He admired people who worked intelligently, he believed it was a manifestation of wisdom, unlike brute force, which he didn\'t value.

Hardy explained how he took over the gang without hiding anything, starting from the planning phase.

Since leaving Las Vegas last time, he had solidified his plan to deal with the Spanish gang. He started recruiting people, expanding his team to over forty in three months.

He sent his men to gather information on the Spanish gang\'s movements. When they learned that Dani was planning to import coke from Colombia personally, they initiated their plan.

Dani was killed and buried in the wilderness.

Hardy captured the strategist Simon and convened the Spanish gang\'s leaders for a meeting, where he took them all down.

Then he swiftly replaced the Spanish gang\'s thugs with his own men.

Thus, without erupting into intense conflict, the gang takeover was completed.

Sigel looked at Hardy with admiration.

"Hardy, you\'ve done exceptionally well. It\'s more exciting than when I took over Jack Dragana\'s industry in Los Angeles years ago. I promised you that if you took the Spanish gang\'s territory, you could start your own gang. Now you can be the boss of your own gang."

"Mr. Sigel, I don\'t want to be the boss of this gang," Hardy said.

Sigel was surprised again.

Today, Hardy kept surprising him.

Hardy looked at Sigel earnestly.

"Mr. Sigel, I don\'t want to be bound by a gang. In the future, I see more promise in legitimate businesses. So I intend to let my brother, Bill Pitt, be the boss."