Ignoring the slightly restless crowd below, Albert continued.
"From now on, your way of doing things must change."
The old butler laid out the rules and requirements set by Chen Mo.
"Smuggling, casinos, and nightclubs can continue, and protection fees can still be collected. However, as long as the protection fee is paid, we must ensure the interests of the shop owners and solve their problems."
"But those shady activities like extortion, theft, robbery, forcing good people into prostitution, and human trafficking will be strictly prohibited. Anyone found engaging in these activities will be punished by the family."
As Albert described this, the expressions of the people present became more and more varied.
Finally, someone couldn't sit still. Seeing Chen Mo leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, and only the white-haired Albert speaking, the two who had exchanged glances earlier looked at each other again, and one of them stood up.
"We are the mafia! We make our living from those shady activities you mentioned. Now you want us to stop with just one word? The brothers won't agree!"
As soon as he spoke, the room fell silent.
Everyone turned their eyes to Chen Mo and Albert at the head of the table.
Frank turned to look at Anderson, and both of their expressions were very serious.
"Sure enough, they are still unwilling."
The happiest ones about the destruction of the two families were Harris and Walker. Their forces were the strongest besides the two families. As soon as they received the news, they were overjoyed and immediately prepared to gather their men to eliminate their biggest competitor and seize control of Brooklyn, becoming the new underground kings.
As for the martial arts school, the two, drunk with power, naturally assumed that they must have relied on their agility to sneak into the headquarters of the two families at night and assassinate them. Otherwise, it was impossible to explain how just seven people could wipe out the two families, with over a hundred people, without a scratch.
After all, "Mad Dog" Tony and his gang were assassinated by the martial arts school owner, Chen Mo, who sneaked in at night.
The two concluded that the people in the martial arts school must all be top assassins.
At the same time, they couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The two families had been too complacent, ruling Brooklyn peacefully for too many years, and their defenses had become so lax. If they had known this, they would have hired a group of assassins to sneak in and take them out. Wouldn't they have unified Brooklyn by now?
When they heard the news that the martial arts school had summoned all the leaders of Brooklyn's forces to a meeting tonight, they were both stunned.
Last time, after the martial arts school took out "Mad Dog" Tony, they had remained quiet, staying within the school and living a peaceful life. Why had they suddenly changed their ways?
Could it be that they were also eyeing the position of the underground king of Brooklyn?
Feeling uneasy that their cake was being eyed by others, Walker and Harris were anxious. Although the martial arts school had only seven people, they were a huge threat. After all, they didn't know the true strength of the martial arts school.
That afternoon, Walker found Harris. The two, who were originally arch-enemies, came together under the threat of the martial arts school.
They quickly agreed to take this opportunity to join forces and eliminate the people from the martial arts school, then jointly control Brooklyn like the two families had done before.
Of course, all of this was just a verbal agreement between the two. What they were really thinking, no one knew.
From the moment Chen Mo entered the conference room, the two had been looking for an opportunity to make a move. After hearing Chen Mo's new rules, they finally decided to stop pretending.
They believed that others must also be very dissatisfied with these messy and ridiculous rules. Now was the time to act.
As for Chen Mo, although his aura was indeed oppressive and made them feel pressured, and they had a higher estimation of his strength, the temptation of the underground king's power made them ignore all threats. The guns at their waists also gave them confidence.
They were still mocking Chen Mo in their hearts for being so arrogant, allowing them to bring guns in. Did he think he could dodge bullets? How naive!
But this was also good, saving them a lot of trouble. They would just pull out their guns and take out Chen Mo, which would surely intimidate everyone present.
They had to act first and couldn't let the other side take the initiative.
Ignoring the subtle schemes in their hearts, Albert didn't react much to Harris's sudden outburst. He glanced at him calmly and then asked the others present.
"Does anyone else think the same?"
The group below sat quietly, no one speaking.
Seeing this, Walker stood up with a smile and said arrogantly, "Brooklyn is our mafia's territory. We should decide how things are done."
Albert ignored Walker again and continued to ask.
"Anyone else?"
"We two are enough!" Feeling slighted by the casual treatment of their long-prepared sudden attack, the two flashed a fierce look in their eyes and directly pulled out the guns hidden at their waists, pointing them at Albert and Chen Mo, who was sitting at the head of the table.
Chen Mo, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, cold light flashing in them, and a surge of killing intent filled the room.
"Is this what you rely on?"
Under Chen Mo's sharp, murderous gaze, the two holding the guns felt a chill down their spines. But feeling the cold metal of the guns in their hands, the heavy weight gave them a sense of reassurance. This martial arts school owner was indeed extraordinary, where did he get such a strong killing intent? They were almost scared by him just now.
Regaining their confidence, the two firmly pointed their guns at Chen Mo. Harris looked at Chen Mo, who was still sitting calmly in his chair with a cold expression, and said mockingly.
"I know you're good at fighting, but can you dodge bullets? I don't know if you're confident or stupid, allowing us to come in without any precautions, not even a body search. Look, now I just need to pull the trigger, and I can take your life immediately!"
Saying this, Harris moved the gun's muzzle, pointing it straight at Chen Mo's forehead.
"You can try," Chen Mo said coldly, looking at him without changing his expression.
"Haha! Ignorant of life and death, still talking tough at this point. Can you dodge bullets? Fine, since you seek death, I'll grant your wish. Go to hell!"
Harris said, preparing to pull the trigger. Taking out Chen Mo would not only eliminate the biggest threat to ruling Brooklyn but also intimidate everyone present, making them obedient.
Old Albert, standing beside him, did not rush to step forward and shield Chen Mo this time. Instead, he stood there calmly, with a look of anticipation on his face.