But if Cobblepot lost this time, never mind whether his position as King of Gotham would change hands—even if it did not, his authority would be utterly destroyed. From then on, everything he said would carry far less weight!
Cobblepot glanced expressionlessly at his men present and silently sighed to himself.
He was not surprised by this situation.
Fortunately, Mr. Li Wei had anticipated it long ago.
Someone was bound to step forward in opposition, and all he had to do was pick a "chicken" and kill it to warn the monkeys!
"Butch, bring me the files on the gangs that have clearly expressed opposition," Cobblepot finally said.
The moment Cobblepot spoke, the atmosphere immediately eased.
His many subordinates also silently breathed sighs of relief.
Butch did not feel the same way. He knew more than the other underlings did.
He took the gang files from a lackey beside him and handed them to Cobblepot.
"Boss Cobblepot, what do we do now? Gather some men and wipe them out?" Butch rubbed his hands together. Combined with his hulking frame, the gesture looked rather comical.
Cobblepot said nothing. His eyes swept back and forth across the sheet of paper in his hand as he searched for his target.
There were no absolute secrets in Gotham, especially not in the underworld.
This file contained not only the names of the opposing gangs, but also detailed information about them—what businesses they ran, the identities of their backers, and so on...
Very soon, Cobblepot found the target he had been looking for.
At last, a faint, scheming smile appeared on his face.
"No, Butch. We don't need to act ourselves. We only need to prepare to take over their territory and assets!"
According to Dean Li Wei, killing the chicken could not only warn