Brooklyn Family Meeting

Huang Quan and the others made several trips before finally carrying all the cash boxes upstairs.

"Young Master, I made a preliminary count. There's a little over forty million dollars." Old Albert did not even stop to rest after returning. He first led Wang Kun and the others upstairs to store the spoils, then roughly counted them.

Although he had kept up his exercise routine and remained in good health, he was still advanced in years. After all the commotion that night, he was clearly struggling, and his complexion looked poor.

"Eddie, you're exhausted too. Go get some rest first. We can discuss this tomorrow." Seeing the old butler's weary face, Chen Mo spoke with concern.

The two families controlled Brooklyn's casinos, brothels, breweries, and other businesses. During Prohibition alone, the profits from selling bootleg liquor had been astronomical. Forty million dollars in assets did not surprise Chen Mo.

Howard, on the other hand, had eyes gleaming with excitement. He had never imagined that merely two Mafia families in Brooklyn could possess such staggering wealth.

The old butler truly was exhausted. After saying goodbye to them, he returned to his room to rest.

Looking at Howard, who had been stunned by the two families' wealth, Chen Mo could not help but sigh inwardly. He and the Mafia really seemed destined to clash.

The moment he arrived in this world, he had been robbed by gangsters, gaining his "first pot of gold" in this world as a result. Later, the "travel expenses" for carrying out the first stage of his plan had also been "contributed" by the Mafia. In the end, he successfully completed the plan and took control of HYDRA.

This time, he had simply wiped out the two families directly, using the immense wealth they had accumulated over many years to buy shares in Stark Industries, becoming the company's largest shareholder—and the new "boss" of its founder, Howard Stark.

The Mafia had practically become his "private treasury." Chen Mo did not know whether he ought to thank them, but it did not matter. They had all been wiped out anyway. Perhaps he was simply born to be their nemesis.

Chen Mo turned to look at Howard, whose family business he had "snatched away." Howard wore an eager expression as he calculated how to spend the massive sum Chen Mo had invested.

Replace all the old equipment in the laboratory with new ones. Buy every latest experimental instrument and device he had previously been unable to afford. Purchase another batch of raw materials such as rare metals and precious metals needed for experiments.

A hundred kilograms of each first? That was too little. He should just buy a ton! It would only cost a few million—cheap!

He would use them first, then buy more if they were not enough.

What if he ran out of money? Wasn't Chen Mo, the super-rich largest shareholder, still there? At worst, he could sell the entire company to him. It would end up in his son's hands anyway. Howard's little calculations were clicking away.

Howard had never felt so rich. Although Stark Industries was worth over a hundred million dollars, most of it consisted of fixed assets. The liquid funds truly available to him were less than ten million.

Compared to the enormous expense of researching black technologies like Anti-Gravity Technology, that amount was nothing. If he truly let himself go, money would pour out like water, and he could bankrupt the family fortune in minutes. This time, his experiment had happened to reach a critical stage, and Anti-Gravity Technology had finally made a breakthrough. He had failed to rein himself in and spent far too much.

Watching Howard practically drool, Chen Mo shook his head helplessly. What a miser.

The next day, every underground force in Brooklyn received shocking news.

Brooklyn's two major Mafia families had been massacred the previous night. Their headquarters had run red with blood, with no survivors. The two families that had ruled Brooklyn's underworld for decades had been completely destroyed.

Many people found it impossible to believe when they first heard the news, even thinking they had misheard. But once they learned that the culprit behind the two families' destruction was that Martial Arts School, everyone fell silent.

They remembered "Mad Dog" Tony. They remembered the legends of Chen Mo, the mysterious owner of the Martial Arts School. Just how powerful was this man? Was he even human?

When more detailed intelligence was placed before them, everyone broke out in cold sweats, secretly rejoicing that they had never provoked him.

In a single night, more than a hundred Mafia members throughout Brooklyn had been killed. According to eyewitness accounts, the other side had only seven people, and none of them had suffered any casualties throughout the battle. What happened the previous night could only be called a one-sided massacre. The astonishing combat strength displayed by the Martial Arts School left them terrified.

They asked themselves whether the outcome would have been any different if they had been attacked last night. The answer was no, and they could not help but become deeply wary of the Martial Arts School.

It was simply unimaginable how just seven people had managed to destroy two families with over a hundred elite gunmen.

What made their hearts clench was the message sent out by the Martial Arts School that morning. Every leader of Brooklyn's forces was to attend a meeting at the former Lucien family headquarters at seven that evening. Those who arrived late or failed to appear would bear the consequences themselves.

With the two families as an example, no matter how unwilling they were, they did not dare refuse.

It was easy to imagine that anyone who dared ignore the Martial Arts School's summons and skip the meeting that night would see the bloody night repeated.

Other than anxiously guessing what the meeting would be about, they did not dare entertain the slightest thought of resistance.

That evening, at the Lucien family headquarters.

Frank and Anderson met at the entrance. The two could be considered old companions. They had fought when they were young, but as they gradually grew older, they had instead become friends. Yet now, both wore grave expressions, their eyes faintly revealing unease.

They nodded at each other without speaking, then turned and walked in side by side. The two twisted iron gates lay quietly on the lawn, silently telling of what had happened there the night before.

The two men gave the gate, destroyed by some inhuman force, a long look before stepping into the hall.

The moment they entered, they caught a faint scent of blood. The luxurious hall before them was riddled with bullet holes, while the polished marble floor carried a faint reddish tinge.

As they climbed the stairs, the bloody smell grew stronger. Obvious bloodstains could be seen in the crevices at the corners of the staircase. The stone banister beside them had been utterly wrecked. Many of its pillars had been smashed clean through, while those that remained were incomplete and covered in cracks.

The two men climbed the stairs with heavy steps. Their emotions complicated, they could not help turning to look at each other. In the other's eyes, they saw deep apprehension.

Looking away, neither gave it further thought. Upon reaching the second floor, they pushed open the meeting room doors. They had often come here in the past to hold meetings, discuss affairs, divide profits, and resolve disputes. But back then, the master of this place had still been Floyd.

At that thought, both men could not help feeling a sense of sorrow for those of their own kind.