11-The Gang Grows

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I went out and headed straight for the Snake Gang's headquarters. It was early in the day, so the streets were crowded with people.

Today was the last day of my vacation, and if I didn't want my father to become suspicious, I had to go to work as a waiter tomorrow. Of course, that was if I didn't solve the job problem today. Actually, it didn't seem very likely, but I was relying on luck.

The Snake Gang's headquarters was well camouflaged and not widely known for a reason. The gang's headquarters was a famous restaurant in Brooklyn.

"Wait, this is it!" I yelled. Suddenly, people around me gave me strange looks when I shouted. I quickly apologized and walked away.

The reason for my excitement was that I had found a solution to the job problem. The Snake Gang's headquarters was a large restaurant, and when I destroyed the Snake Gang, the restaurant would be mine. In my father's eyes, I could appear to be working in this restaurant while also dealing with gang business.

Thinking about all of this, I had already arrived at the restaurant. The restaurant was quite large and very busy. If I didn't have a plan for the night, I could wait for the restaurant to close.

I went inside and called over a waiter, asking him to take me to the manager. Despite the waiter asking me why, after insisting for a while, he led me to the manager's office.

The manager's office was on the top floor of the restaurant, with walls covered in unbreakable glass. I entered without knocking.

At the table inside, a man in his forties was sitting. He looked at me with raised eyebrows and reached for a gun under the table.

"You should knock before entering someone's room," the man said angrily. I ignored his words and closed the door. When he saw me turning my back, he drew his gun and aimed it at me from under the table.

I felt my tattoo on my hand shine and disappear when he made this move. I turned around to face the man aiming the gun at me. When he saw my tattoo, he didn't seem surprised at all and continued to point the gun at me.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked. After five seconds of silence, the man started speaking.

"Yes, I know you, the leader of the Skull Gang, also known as God Of War; everyone in the city knows you," he said with a serious expression on his face.

"I didn't quite understand why they call you the God of War until I watched the video of you wiping out the Hell Angels," he added.

In my past life, I met and fought with many people, and it was enough to look at someone's face to understand their character. Based on my experience, I could tell that the man in front of me was cunning and smart.

"So, you probably know why I'm here," I said, walking towards the man. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he stopped and placed the gun on the table.

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"I surrender, I'll work under your command," he said. Most likely, if he had pulled the trigger, I would have killed him. He must have known this, and that's why he didn't fire the bullet.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Frank," the man replied.

"Alright, Frank, I'll accept you into my gang."

After saying these words, I removed my mask and looked into Frank's eyes.

"I assume you know what will happen if you betray me," I said in a threatening tone.

Frank didn't expect me to remove the mask, and he was quite surprised, but it didn't matter. Anyone who saw me put on the mask would never know my true identity.

"Yes, sir," Frank said, bowing. I smiled at him and turned to leave, opening the door. Before leaving, I added, "Be at the Skull Gang's headquarters tomorrow."

After leaving the restaurant, I headed towards the Skull Gang's headquarters. This job had taken less time than I expected, and now I had no rush.

*I wonder which phone I should get for Gwen?*

Thinking about the answer to this question, I slowly walked towards the Skull Gang's headquarters.

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I walked into the gang's headquarters after turning into a side street. The gang members had listened to my words and refrained from entering the territories of other gangs.

In the respectful gazes of the gang members, I entered the building where my office was and climbed the stairs to the upper floor.

Beside the door of my office, there stood an Aaron with sleep-deprived eyes. He entered with me and waited until I took my seat. After I sat down, he began to speak.

"After increasing the protection fees a bit, our monthly net earnings are one hundred twenty thousand dollars," Aaron said.

Upon hearing this, I smiled and nodded. People must be very angry with us because of the protection fees, but I didn't care.

"If we count the newly acquired territories and open businesses there, this amount could easily reach one million dollars monthly," Aaron added.

My smile grew even wider upon hearing these words. If things continued this way, I would control all of Brooklyn.

"The leaders of the territories we've taken will come here tomorrow. If I'm not here, I want you to organize them according to what I tell you," I said.

I wanted to use a different location for tomorrow, so I might not be here.

Aaron nodded and began to take notes of what I was telling him. My plan was to divide Brooklyn into three parts.

These three sections would be of equal size, and they would be named the East, West, and Central regions.

Frank would manage the West region because it was the area of his former gang, and it made more sense not to move him.

Frank was very smart and cunning, and under his leadership, the earnings in the West region would increase significantly.

Arthur would manage the East region, and recruitment into the gang would happen in the East region. After that, anyone wanting to join the gang would have to undergo a test to prove their loyalty and strength.

I would manage the Central region. The Central region was in the middle of the two other regions, so it would be easier to communicate when something happened.

The Central region would be more of a gathering place than a gang territory. Each month, a percentage of the money earned by the regions would be collected in the Central region's treasury. Only I had access to this treasury, and Aaron had access in case of emergencies.

The Central region would also provide support to other regions when needed.

Competition between regions would create internal rivalry within the gang, which would lead to faster growth.

To distinguish gang members in different regions, they would get neck tattoos. The East region's tattoos would be blue, the West region's would be black, and the Central region's would be red.

The most crucial factor here was my power. If I didn't get stronger, I could be betrayed by the regional leaders.

Once the gold amount reached the required level, I would give the regional leaders and Aaron the super-soldier serum. This way, we would not only be numerous but also powerful. When I gave them the super-soldier serum, they would work even harder for more, which would further strengthen the gang.

I had to explain all of this to Aaron in great detail. It took a while. Night was falling, and Gwen's birthday was about two hours away.

Leaving my office, I went down to the square and ordered the people around me to gather.

I had nothing else to do, so I gave the gang members a close combat training. In reality, it wasn't training; it was me beating them. This didn't matter because every time they were beaten, they would become even more fearless and powerful.

When there was half an hour left until Gwen's birthday, I bought a phone from a store for $1,500 and put it in a gift box.

After that, I walked home, thinking about my future plans.