Huang Quan and a few others made several trips back and forth before finally moving all the money boxes upstairs.
"Young master, I did a preliminary count, and there are about forty million dollars," Old Albert said. He didn't even take a break after returning, instead leading Wang Kun and the others to move the spoils upstairs and roughly count them.
Although he had been exercising regularly and was in good health, he was still old and couldn't handle the exertion. After a whole night of work, he looked quite exhausted.
"Eddie, you are also very tired tonight. Go rest first, and we'll talk about these things tomorrow," Chen Mo said with concern, seeing the old butler's tired face.
The two families controlled all the casinos, brothels, and breweries in Brooklyn. During the Prohibition era alone, the profits from selling bootleg liquor were astronomical. Forty million dollars in assets did not surprise Chen Mo.
However, Howard's eyes were shining. He didn't expect that just two mafia families in Brooklyn could have such an astonishing amount of assets.
The old butler was indeed very tired. After greeting them, he went back to his room to rest.
Seeing Howard being amazed by the wealth of the two families, Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh. He seemed to have a knack for clashing with the mafia.
When he first arrived in this world, he was robbed by gangsters, which gave him his "first pot of gold" in this world. Later, the "travel expenses" for implementing the first step of his plan were also "contributed" by the mafia. He eventually succeeded in completing his plan and took control of Hydra.
This time, he directly eliminated the two families and used their accumulated wealth to buy shares in Stark Industries, becoming the company's largest shareholder and the new "boss" of founder Howard Stark.
The mafia had practically become his "little treasury." Chen Mo didn't know whether he should thank them, but it didn't matter. After all, they had already been eliminated. Maybe he was just destined to be their nemesis.
Chen Mo turned to look at Howard, whose family business he had "taken over." Howard was now showing a longing expression, calculating how to spend the large sum of money Chen Mo had invested.
The old equipment in the laboratory was all replaced with new ones, and the latest experimental instruments and equipment that couldn't be bought before due to lack of funds were all purchased. Rare metals, precious metals, and other raw materials needed for the experiments were also procured.
"Buy a hundred kilograms of each? That's a bit too little, let's just get a ton! It's only a few million, not expensive at all!"
"Use it first, and if it's not enough, buy more."
"What if we run out of money? Isn't there still Chen Mo, the super-rich and largest shareholder? At worst, we can sell the whole company to him. Anyway, it will eventually return to my son's hands," Howard thought, his mind calculating rapidly.
Howard had never felt so wealthy. Although Stark Industries was worth billions, most of it was fixed assets, and the actual liquid funds he could use were less than ten million.
Compared to the huge consumption of his research on anti-gravity technology and other black technologies, this amount of money was nothing. If he were to spend freely, it would be like water flowing, quickly depleting the family fortune. This time, the experiment had reached a critical point, and there was finally a breakthrough in anti-gravity technology. He couldn't stop himself and ended up spending a lot.
Seeing Howard almost drooling, Chen Mo shook his head helplessly. This money-grubber.
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The next day, all the underground forces in Brooklyn received shocking news.
The two major mafia families in Brooklyn were wiped out last night, with their headquarters turned into a river of blood, and no survivors. The two families that had ruled Brooklyn's underground forces for decades were completely annihilated.
Many people found it hard to believe when they first heard the news, thinking they had misheard. When they learned that the culprit behind the annihilation of the two families was that martial arts school, everyone fell silent.
They remembered "Mad Dog" Tony and the legend of the mysterious martial arts school owner, Chen Mo. How strong was this person? Was he even human?
When more detailed information was presented to them, everyone couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, secretly glad they hadn't provoked him.
In one night, over a hundred mafia members in Brooklyn were killed. According to eyewitnesses, there were only seven people on the other side, and none of them were injured during the entire battle. What happened last night was a one-sided massacre, and the martial arts school's astonishing combat power left them in awe.
They asked themselves if the result would have been any different if they had been attacked last night, and they couldn't help but feel a deep fear of the martial arts school.
It was hard to imagine how they managed to wipe out the two families, who had over a hundred elite gunmen, with just seven people.
What made their hearts skip a beat was the message from the martial arts school this morning, instructing all the leaders of Brooklyn's forces to attend a meeting at the former Lucian family's headquarters at 7 PM tonight. Failure to attend would be at their own risk.
With the precedent set by the two families, even if they were unwilling, they didn't dare not to go.
It was clear that anyone who dared to ignore the martial arts school's message and didn't attend the meeting tonight would face a repeat of last night's bloody massacre.
They could only anxiously speculate about the content of the evening's meeting, not daring to have any thoughts of resistance.
That evening, at the Lucian family's headquarters.
Frank and Anderson met at the entrance. The two were old acquaintances, having had conflicts in their younger years, but as they grew older, they became friends. Now, both of them had serious expressions, with a hint of unease in their eyes.
They nodded to each other without speaking, turned, and walked in together. The two twisted iron gates lay quietly on the lawn, telling the story of what happened here last night.
They took a deep look at the gates, which had been destroyed by some inhuman force, and stepped into the hall.
As soon as they entered, they smelled a faint scent of blood. The luxurious hall in front of them was riddled with bullet holes, and the shiny marble floor faintly showed a trace of blood.
Walking up the stairs, the smell of blood became even stronger. Bloodstains were visible in the corners of the stairs, and the stone handrails were severely damaged, with many pillars broken and the remaining ones full of cracks.
Their steps were heavy as they climbed the stairs. With complex emotions, they glanced at each other, seeing deep fear in each other's eyes.
They looked away and stopped thinking about it. Reaching the second floor, they directly pushed open the conference room door. They used to come here often for meetings, discussing affairs, distributing benefits, and resolving conflicts. But back then, the owner was still Floyd.
Thinking of this, they couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow.