In the unloading area of the fishing port, workers are busy moving up and down, and the air is filled with the smell of sweat and fish.
There were several carriages parked on the messy street corner that shouldn't be there, and several serious-looking gang members walked into the warehouse in front of them.
They covered their mouths and noses and endured the pungent smell to meet an important person who should not be missed.
Some people complained: Why should the meeting address be chosen in such a dirty and smelly place? But soon, the incredible scene at the end simply and roughly stimulated the nerves of the visitors.
In the innermost part of the warehouse, there is a large pot that is boiling with hot oil, and the ingredients in it are exuding a strong fragrance.
Opposite the pot is a small table with simple tableware on it. A young man is holding a knife and fork, cutting open the breast and abdomen of the Spanish mackerel bit by bit, sprinkling the fish fillet with seasonings, and just forking it.
eat.
In the eyes of others, his gusto seems like indifference and awkwardness.
The group of gangsters looked at each other, and finally someone couldn't help but call out the name of the young man beside the pot.
"Mike Cambino, today you..."
Before he finished speaking, several workers squeezed through the crowd and brought two tables and set them up on both sides of the cauldron.
With people's stunned expressions, Mike raised his head and asked them to come and sit down.
"Gentlemen, if you feel hungry, you can eat with me."
"We are not here to dine with you!" someone yelled.
But with his roar, all the workers who were busy in the warehouse stopped what they were doing and looked here.
There is a smell of danger brewing in the air, and these gangsters who come for appointments can easily feel it.
They put their hands on their waists and stared at the workers around them in a cold sweat. A few others stared at Mike Campino who was still leisurely pounding oysters in front of him.
"Mike, what do you mean today? You asked us to come here but you have no sincerity at all. Even if your father was alive, he would not be like this..."
"But my father is dead..." Mike raised the tip of the knife and pointed at the speaker, "and some of you betrayed him in the first place."
"Your father's death was an unexpected change. We had no choice..." someone responded anxiously.
This group of people are the former gang members of the Campino family. There are about ten people in total, including ordinary gang members and small bosses.
Since Mike won in court, he returned to the dock area and secretly launched a crazy revenge against the cigar club.
Although the recaptured assets and territory were not many, they had now established a firm foothold and became a nail in the dock area, nailing it within the Cigar Club's sphere of influence, making them feel like they were stuck in the throat.
Recently, many people have returned to the service of the Cambino family, and Mike maintains a wait-and-see attitude towards these people, and will not regard them as true confidants in the short term.
The atmosphere in the venue was a bit subtle. The old veterans who originally thought they would receive preferential treatment did not expect Mike's attitude.
"You are the one who sent out the news and begged us to come back, Mike! If we weren't thinking about the old relationship with your father, we could have followed Charlie Rost wholeheartedly!"
Mike took a sip of water from the cup and pointed to the tables on both sides: "I have invited you to sit down and eat together, but you think I am not sincere? Is it because the rich variety of fresh food in the warehouse does not suit your appetite, or is it because you feel that I am not sincere?
I don’t deserve to sit and eat with you?”
These words made the group of people in front of them speechless.
The neglect they considered was not about eating, but the dirty, smelly, messy and humid environment in the warehouse. Such a place simply made it unappetizing to sit down and eat hot pot food.
Someone carefully raised this point, and everyone agreed.
As a result, Mike said: "I'm sorry. As you all know, my family suffered a disaster and most of the property was confiscated. There is really no extra funds to hold a luxurious banquet for everyone. The Cambino family was born from dock workers.
, Now it’s just a return to the original intention. The ingredients are still those ingredients, and the taste is still the same. Why can you enjoy it at the banquet, but you lose your appetite when it is placed in this warehouse? "
His words made everyone feel ashamed, and the smarter ones already understood what Mike meant.
Many of the veteran gang members who accompanied Ma Long to conquer the world were eager to break away from the hard days of the past after becoming wealthy.
If they are not even willing to sit down and have a meal here, how can we expect them to wholeheartedly help the Cambino family recover?
Some people figured it out, sighed and sat at the square table, picking up their knives and forks.
Two workers put down their work and came over to bring them the ingredients cooked in the pot.
There were three or four others who really couldn't stand Mike's "formalism" and parted ways with him on the spot and left.
"When you walk out of this door, you will no longer be a member of the Cambino family. You have to think carefully." A burly laborer leaned against the wooden barrel containing fish and stared at them coldly.
The guys ignored each other's words, exposed the guns on their waists, threatened them and walked out of the warehouse door.
Seeing that those who should go had left and those who should stay had stayed, Mike continued to eat and then discussed the matter with them.
"My father and I may have different rules of conduct. I hope you can get used to it."
Those who stayed behind did not rush to use their forks to eat, and waited for Mike to continue talking while the food on their plates was drying.
"My father is a nostalgic person. If he were still alive, as long as he did not betray the Cambino family by directly colluding with the Cigar Club like Cy Latour, he would choose to forgive. After all, when the tower collapses, everyone is doing it for themselves.
Save."
After speaking, Mike put down his knife and fork and began to wipe his mouth.
"But I'm different. I'm not that emotional. I only look at what others do and don't care what they say. I'm very happy that you are willing to come back, but I have to remain suspicious of you for the sake of the gang, so...
I hope to see you express your opinions.”
Snapped!
One of the elders who stayed behind knocked on the table and stared at Mike: "What do you want to express? We can at least guarantee our personal safety by joining the Cigar Club. If we come back to you, we will have already stepped into hell with one foot."
Mike shrugged: "Since you have already stepped into hell with one foot, you might as well move to the edge of the cliff..."
His words made the group a little confused, and then Mike ordered a worker to show them a simplified map of the dock area.
"I won't accept you right away because I need you to provide some information about all the goods in the territory controlled by the Cigar Club."
What?
The old gang members thought they heard wrongly.
"We can't sneak into the cigar club to inquire about these things for you. That would be too crazy. It would be like getting killed." Someone immediately slapped the table and stood up.
Mike ignored him and said to himself: "Recently I discovered that cigars are secretly traded in slaves. This is very strange. I thought they controlled the dock to smuggle contraband, but unexpectedly it was illegal human trafficking. Area I
I have already drawn it for you, go check it out and see which places where goods are stored are actually slave markets."
Seeing that his opinion was ignored, the guy who stood up was very angry. He was about to get angry, but the next second someone came over, leaned into Mike's ear and said something to him.
A meaningful smile appeared on Mike's face and he said: "I see that none of you have moved your forks, so you can taste the rest of the meal, so please serve everything!"
As he finished speaking, several workers brought in a few plates with a sneer and placed them directly in front of the remaining old gang members.
When this group of people saw what was on the plate, their faces turned pale, and some even couldn't help but retching.
The thing inside was dripping with blood, and there were a total of eight pairs of human ears!