While Carlos soaked comfortably in the hot spring, his subordinates were roughly divided into three groups: those hunting down enemies hunted them down, those gathering assets gathered assets, and those maintaining order maintained order. Paradise Island was slowly returning to normal.
Meanwhile, news that the Lucifer Family had defeated the Charlie Family and was gradually occupying half of its territory spread through newspapers large and small across the West Sea, stirring up a wave. The name Lucifer Carlos became increasingly renowned throughout the West Sea—calling it thunderous would not be an exaggeration.
After all, two of the Five Mafia Families that had endured in the West Sea for generations had been destroyed by his hand. Who knew whether even more would fall? How could he not draw attention?
Countless factions turned their eyes toward the Lucifer Family, each harboring their own calculations.
Carlos knew that making such a grand showing this time would inevitably attract the attention of many factions. The strength and aggression displayed by the Lucifer Family would make many of them restless, but it did not matter. Anyone who wanted to test him was welcome at any time.
After finishing his hot spring bath in comfort, Carlos changed into a black silk nightgown and sat on a sofa in a luxurious castle at the highest point of Paradise Island, holding a glass of red wine and a thick document.
The document recorded the various assets of the Charlie Family. As expected of one of the Five Mafia Families, its foundation was truly profound.
Even excluding the northern region that had not yet fallen under his control, the wealth of the territory already in hand was an astonishing figure.
Berries, gold and silver jewelry, antiques and paintings, various merchant associations, real estate, houses, land, and all manner of