This story unfolds during the later stages of World War II, where a man, scarred by the horrors of war, finally grasps the profound and harsh realities of the world. In this world, those at the top laugh and celebrate, while those at the bottom sacrifice their lives in futile conflicts driven by pride and meaningless ambition. A modern soul transmigrates and fuses with the original soul of a body, creating a unique and extraordinary existence. To some, he is a villain; to others, a madman. In a world steeped in cruelty, this man, determined to secure a place among the decision-makers, struggles to break free from the ranks of those powerless to control their fate. To achieve his goal, he resolves to shatter the chains of law, then the chains of morality, and finally the chains of mediocrity.
"What do you think?" Hardy asked, taking a puff of his cigar.
Bill shrugged, "I don't really care. The slot machine business makes over $2 million a year, and our other businesses are doing well. If the Irish want to sell drugs here, we might make at most $200,000 to $300,000 a year in turf fees. I don't care about that."
Hardy nodded, "Maintaining local order is more important. If order is good, more tourists will come, and more people will visit bars and play our slot machines, making us more money than turf fees."
"What about the Austrian gang?" Hardy asked.
"The Austrian gang's turf is now managed by second in command Alan Payne. I heard he allowed the Irish to sell drugs there," Bill said.
Hardy frowned.
The Austrian and Irish gangs had always been at odds. It was surprising that they were now collaborating.
Was it Sigel's or Fred's order, or did Alan Payne act on his own?