When Carlos arrived at the scene with more than forty subordinates, several of his men were sprawled on the ground, bruised and battered. Bloodstains covered the ground and walls nearby.
Carlos was immediately enraged. Half of that anger was genuine, and half was an act. He left some men behind to take the injured to the hospital, then led the rest in pursuit.
However, those guys had run really fast and were nowhere to be seen. Carlos simply led his men to the small base where the people who had beaten his subordinates were located. Since he wanted to escalate the conflict anyway, he used youthful impulsiveness and rage as an excuse, pulled out a pistol from inside his suit, and opened fire.
Bang! Bang! He pulled the trigger twice in succession, and two bullets struck the backs of two Mafia Members who had sensed trouble and were trying to rush inside to shut the door.
"Brothers, avenge our brothers! I'll bear all the consequences! Grab your weapons and take them down! Charge!"
Carlos roared, his face flushed red. Holding his pistol, he charged out first. Behind him, some of his subordinates carried rifles while others wielded swords, all of them following Carlos in fury.
The sounds of slaughter rose, accompanied by nonstop gunfire. Pedestrians on the street fled in terror, while the surrounding shops hurriedly shut their doors. No one dared to watch the excitement—bullets had no eyes!
After charging inside, Carlos's eyes beneath his sunglasses transformed into the Sharingan and Byakugan. Every movement his opponents made was exposed before him. Bullets flew out one after another, never missing their targets as they brought down Mafia Members one by one.
To intensify the conflict and tear away all pretense, Carlos struck with ruthless force. Every shot was aimed to kill. In the blink of an eye, blood flowed like a river beneath the slaughter of Carlos and his men!
Once his bullets were spent, Carlos rushed in barehanded. His legs were like two steel whips, swift and fierce, kicking Mafia Members until their eyes rolled back and they collapsed to the ground, unable to rise again.
As the saying went, a cowardly general led cowardly troops. Under Carlos's valiant leadership, the battle ended before long. The remaining seven or eight men lost all will to fight and dropped to their knees in surrender.
Carlos immediately grabbed one of them and asked viciously, "Where's your Boss? He dared to beat my men, but he doesn't dare to admit it?"
"Boss took several people out last night and never came back. He must have been intimidated by Boss Carlos's might and run away," the man said with a fawning smile.
Your Boss was probably bought off. He took his trusted men to beat up my people, and now he's hiding somewhere, treating all of you as disposable pawns...
Carlos thought.
Although he knew the truth, he still had to play along.
After handling the matter, Carlos immediately went to report what had happened to his superior leader. He embellished the story heavily and directly followed Mike Klin's plan, pinning the blame on Mike Kellen.
And this was not an isolated case. Quite a few such incidents occurred that day. Many subordinate leaders under Carlton had been provoked, mainly those who were usually tough in their methods, hot-tempered, and simple-minded.
Reports were submitted one after another until they finally reached Carlton. Carlton sensed that something was wrong, but he did not think deeply about it. He sent people to question Mike Kellen, and his stance gradually tilted toward Mike Klin.
At that point, Mike Klin sent people to contact Carlton and offered even more generous terms. He also stated that he would stand with him and seek justice for him and his subordinates. Carlton naturally threw his full support behind Mike Klin.
The next day, the main event began. After Mike Kellen learned that Carlton supported Mike Klin, he made one last desperate gamble. He sent people carrying most of his family assets to meet the John Family's representative stationed on Iron Island, hoping to reverse the situation.
The two had received roughly equal support within the family. The key lay with Carlton and the John Family's representative on Iron Island. The Iron Island representative carried far more weight than Carlton. Gaining his support meant gaining the John Family's support, which was the only way to turn defeat into victory!
However, Mike Klin had long anticipated Mike Kellen's move. Working with Carlton, he sent a large number of subordinates to intercept and kill them. A fierce gunfight erupted in the streets. With superior numbers and the advantage of striking an unprepared enemy, none of Mike Kellen's men escaped in the end.
Mike Klin was also quite adept at winning people over. He personally brought most of Mike Kellen's assets, along with part of his own wealth, to visit the John Family's representative on Iron Island. Faced with such enormous benefits, the man's support came without surprise.
With that, the overall situation was settled. Mike Klin smoothly became the new head of the Mike Family, Boss Mike, and the new big shot of Iron Island. He was brimming with pride!
Mike Kellen had failed. He was stripped of his position as a leader, but his life was spared. He became an idle member of the Mike Family, holding no power or influence and retaining only some money.
Next came the distribution of rewards based on merit. Due to the internal conflict, the Mike Family's four leaders had suffered reduced manpower and were ultimately reorganized into three leaders.
Carlton became the leader with the largest force. As the head of the Mike Clan, Mike Klin promoted two of his trusted men to become new leaders—one from within the family and one from outside it.
There were quite a few vacant positions. Through his contributions and some financial maneuvering, Carlos smoothly became a leader, with more than two hundred subordinates under him. His trusted subordinate Noah also rose accordingly and became a subordinate leader.
It took half a month before East City finally returned to peace and the Mafia's internal conflict came to a complete end.
The reason the Steel Self-Defense Force of the Lord's Mansion had not interfered was that the Mike Family's influence in East City ran deep. Moreover, the Lord's Mansion was wary of the John Family behind the Mike Family. As long as the Mikes did not engage in large-scale slaughter in East City, harm large numbers of civilians, or stir up trouble in West City, North City, or South City, they would turn a blind eye and could not be bothered to interfere.
The Navy was not afraid of the John Family, but they could not be bothered either. Their main duty was to fight Pirates, while matters of public security were for the Lord's Mansion to handle. As long as civilians were not affected and Iron Island was not turned into a complete mess, they could fight among themselves as they pleased. After all, only scum would die, and it did not matter how many died!
After becoming a leader, Carlos had even fewer matters that required his personal attention. The Mafia's daily affairs were handled by the subordinate leaders beneath him unless they were unable to deal with them.
Carlos devoted all his energy to training. A promotion naturally came with better treatment, and he now owned a detached garden villa of his own.
When he was not relaxing at the villa, he was finding places around the island to train, such as beneath waterfalls or in forests.
Whenever training left him tired, he drank some wine, read the newspaper, listened to music, and read books from this world. His days were exceedingly fulfilling.
Three months passed like this. His overall strength improved rapidly, and the Sharingan could finally be opened to three tomoe. That had been expected, but what truly delighted Carlos was his martial arts!
The qi within his body—the thing commonly known as Internal Energy—had actually reached a level where it could be seen with the Byakugan after his repeated efforts in training and pushing past his own limits!
Previously, even with the Byakugan, he could not see it. He could only vaguely sense a current of qi circulating within his body, like a breeze flowing through the air. Now, however, the Internal Energy within him resembled mist, something he could see clearly and distinctly!
This greatly increased the power of the Eagle Claw Technique, Golden Bell Shield, and Twelve Road Tan Leg. The Golden Bell Shield in particular became extraordinary. One night, he gritted his teeth and fired a pistol at himself. The bullet actually could not penetrate!
This level of mastery over the Golden Bell Shield was something that could never have been achieved on Earth, no matter what. Carlos was thrilled beyond measure!
Carlos could already vaguely see a new school of Body Techniques emerging upon the seas. Although it was not very strong yet, it would surely not lose out in the future to famous Body Techniques schools such as Rokushiki, Fish-Man Karate, and Newkama Kenpo!
The martial arts he had brought with him would also gain the qualifications and potential to become, like the Eye of the Devil, the foundation upon which he would establish himself in the future!
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