The Destruction of the Irish Mob

Chicago's underworld situation was complicated. The biggest forces were the Italian Mafia and the Irish Mob, which had practically divided the east and west sides of Chicago between them. In scattered areas, there were also gangs made up of Jews, biker gangs, Chinese, Bolivians, Colombians, and Poles.

A world never had only one voice. Chicago's underworld was fascinating, but Jiang Hao did not care about that. He only wanted to kill the Irish. Simply put, anyone who ate what was his had to pay the price.

"What are you planning to do?" Torio even used the respectful form of address.

"I'll kill the Irish Mob's boss, and then you'll move in and wipe out their strongholds. Even if we can't eliminate the Irish in one go, I believe they won't have the strength to stand against us afterward," Jiang Hao said.

"Kill Medellin? That won't be easy," Torio said.

"That's my problem," Jiang Hao said.

Torio exchanged glances with several of his companions. "Fine, I agree to this plan. We already settled the profit distribution before. I have no objections."

Jiang Hao glanced at Noodles, and Noodles immediately said, "I agree too."

The two sides reached an agreement.

After leaving the manor and getting into the car, Noodles looked at Jiang Hao and asked curiously, "Boss, you're Italian?"

"That isn't important, Noodles. We're partners now. Doing business well comes first, and as for me, I'll focus as much as possible on legitimate business," Jiang Hao said.

"I understand." Noodles nodded.

From the beginning, Jiang Hao had never controlled him in any way. Their relationship was more like that of partners. Jiang Hao provided the expertise and helped him plan in secret, while Noodles was the public face. With Jiang Hao's help, he had also gained enough benefits.

"Boss, the profits