The Tyrant Billionaire

Hardy told Bill, "We won\'t touch drugs. It\'s not because I care about addicts health, but because it has too many political side effects. The authorities are currently very opposed to this business."

"Besides, the drug profit margins are just a few millions with no development prospects. That might drive other gangs crazy, but it doesn\'t mean much to me," Hardy added.

"We can continue other businesses quietly without heavily affecting others interests," he advised.

Such industries attract too much hate. If The Los City Company wants long term development, it can\'t stir up too much trouble, making the public resent and fear them. Just like the North Shore gang, they were doomed to be eliminated sooner or later. When they were destroyed, the people of Los Angeles celebrated because they had been too unpopular.

After discussing this, Bill remembered something and asked, "Boss, there\'s still a Mexican gang in Los Angeles. Should we eliminate them?"

Hardy waved his hand.

"I\'ve thought about this before. Don\'t touch them, leave them be. If a city has both good and bad gangs, people will only hate the bad gang, and they will tolerate the good gang much more," Hardy explained.

"But we can occasionally pressure them," Hardy added with a mischievous smile.

"How do we pressure them?" Bill asked.

"Previously, the Los Angeles drug market was divided between the Spanish gang, the North Shore gang, and Mexican gang. After we eliminated the Spanish gang, the market was only shared by North Shore and the Mexican gang, with North Shore holding about 70% of the market," Hardy explained.

Bill nodded, "That\'s correct."

"Now, with the North Shore gang gone and the Los Angeles Company not dealing in drugs, what do you think will happen to the drug market?" Hardy asked.

Bill thought for a moment and said, "There will be a supply shortage, prices will skyrocket, and the Mexican gang will desperately expand their drug business to fill the gap and make a lot of money."

"Good analysis, so this is also our opportunity, we can knock on the Mexican gang and get some money, by the way." Hardy smiled.

"How are we going to do that?" Bill asked, still puzzled.

"Remember the batch of goods we robbed from the Spanish gang? That batch of 300 kilograms could sell for over a million at current prices. We could find someone to sell it to the Mexicans," Hardy said.

Bill thought he understood.

But after listening to Hardy\'s next words, Bill found that he was completely wrong.

"Find someone who can talk and negotiate, sell that batch to the Mexicans, then let the police and HD patrol swoop in and bust them. We make money, and the police get a big drug bust. But remember, just mess with them, don\'t finish them," Hardy said.

Bill was impressed. "Boss, this is ruthless. Take their money and then their lives."

"Let Victor handle this. Find a few new faces to work under him. His greatest skill is deception. Just say this batch was shipped from France," Hardy instructed.

Victor was the French conman who had previously scammed Elena out of $100,000.

"No rush with this. The police just scored a big bust and need time to digest it. Give them another big win in a month or two," Hardy laughed.

Ed might have been threatened by Bill, but he was also quite lucky. If not for The Los City Company, he wouldn\'t have had so many achievements.

"Boss, what about Las Vegas? How do you plan to handle it?" Bill asked.

Hardy\'s expression turned serious at the mention of Las Vegas. "After sorting out Los Angeles, I\'ll head to Las Vegas tomorrow. Sigel and Fred\'s bodies are still in the morgue. I\'ll arrange their burial."

"As for Las Vegas, it is not very clear now. It depends on the situation when I get there."

"Then you have to be careful. The mafia families may have already controlled the situation there." Bill said.

"I know you have to pay attention here too. The Irish may retaliate. After all, we killed Raymond\'s advisor, David. Let your men be alert and pay attention to any suspicious situation." Hardy instructed.

"I will, boss," Bill assured.

...

The news of the North Shore Gang\'s annihilation hit the newspapers the next morning. When Raymond got up for breakfast and saw the report, his first reaction was disbelief.

He knew the strength of the North Shore Gang. Jaime Weiss had managed it well, and he had sent David with sixty or seventy skilled gun men. How could they have been wiped out overnight? Who had such power?

Even he might not have been able to do it. And what about David? What had happened to David?

Raymond immediately called his bodyguard, "Go to Los Angeles and find out what happened. Investigate David\'s situation."

"Yes, boss."

The bodyguard and a few others set off for Los Angeles. After investigating and gathering information, they quickly called Raymond to report.

"Boss, we\'ve discovered that last night the North Shore Gang attacked the Austrians Gang. The police and HD Security intervened. Jaime Weiss\'s operation completely failed. Then the Bill Gang took action and wiped out the North Shore Gang. The North Shore Gang is now completely destroyed."

"What about David?" Raymond asked.

"David, the strategist, was killed. His body is in the hospital morgue," the bodyguard reported.

Raymond gripped the phone, filled with rage. David had been with him for decades, his most capable subordinate and chief strategist. He hadn\'t expected him to meet his end in Los Angeles.

The sixty or seventy carefully trained subordinates he had sent were also wiped out.

Raymond\'s first thought was revenge.

To keep his temper in check, he inhaled deeply many times. His violent temper had cooled during the decades he\'d spent in the underground world. With age, he now handled matters more carefully.