The world begins with shameless people

a new day.

As usual, Mickey slept until he woke up naturally. After getting up, he lit a cigarette and walked around the empty house. He didn't like the loneliness, so he quickly went out, got in the car, and went straight to the company.

When he arrived at the company, Mickey didn't waste any time. He quickly greeted a few cousins ​​and prepared to go talk to Skinny Mike who was going to open the reading room.

Hearing Mickey's call, the cousins ​​instantly became full of energy, picked up their weapons, and were eager to be fully armed.

Mickey looked at him and almost choked on his cigarette. He was speechless. "What are you doing? We are going to negotiate, not to fight!"

When the cousins ​​heard this, they looked at each other in confusion.

"No gun?" a cousin asked in confusion.

"Go empty-handed? What if we fail to reach an agreement and get detained?" another cousin asked.

Many times, Mickey doubted the brains of these cousins ​​and was speechless. "I didn't say not to bring guns. Just bring a pistol each. You even brought grenades. Who do you want to blow up?"

Hear the words.

The cousins ​​hesitated for a few seconds before doing as they were told.

Time flies.

Mickey, holding a cigarette in his mouth, got in the car with his three cousins ​​and headed straight for Skinny Mike's reading.

Skinny Mike's reading place is an underground reading place. Like many underground reading places in the United States, it is opened in the basement of a restaurant.

The restaurant on the ground is mainly a cover, allowing gamblers to enter and exit normally without arousing suspicion. At the same time, it can also easily clean up the money earned from the underground gambling hall.

Skinny Mike has been running this place for many years. The entire system is very complete, and all the staff members in the restaurant on the ground floor are tough guys who are willing to draw their guns and open fire at any time.

therefore.

It was a little after nine in the morning, before the peak dining time, when Mickey, walking in with his swagger and three unusual-looking guys, was seen, all the staff in the restaurant, including the manager, looked at Mickey and his three companions.

The next second, the middle-aged male manager walked towards Mickey calmly and neatly, putting on a polite smile, "Mr. Milkovich, would you like to have dinner?"

Mickey didn't want to beat around the bush and simply shook his head, "I'm here to talk to Skinny Mike about something."

The middle-aged male manager had heard about what happened to Anderson and his gang from Colombia, so when he heard this, he quickly and calmly looked at Mickey and his three companions, and became more certain that they had come with ill intentions.

"Is there anything I can help you with? I can help you convey it," the middle-aged male manager said, still smiling.

Mickey shook his head, "No, call now."

Faced with Mickey's attitude, the smile on the middle-aged male manager's face suddenly froze a little, "Okay, the four of you please take a seat first, I'll call the boss."

Skinny Mike lived upstairs. He was a little confused when he received the call, but he didn't think Mickey and his four friends could do anything here. "Okay, I'll go downstairs."

About ten minutes passed.

In a private room in the corner of the restaurant.

Mickey, holding a cigarette, sat opposite Skinny Mike.

Skinny Mike had dealt with Terry many times before and was quite familiar with Mickey. After sitting down, he smiled at Mickey and habitually acted like an elder. "Mickey, I haven't seen you for a while. You have matured a lot. That's great."

Mickey listened quietly and nodded, "Uncle Mike, you look good, in good spirits and in good health..."

The two exchanged some pleasantries.

Of course, these polite words put Mickey in an awkward position.

Fortunately, after the polite words, we got down to business.

"Mickey, what do you want to talk to me about?" asked Thin Mike.

Mickey didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Uncle Mike, here's the thing. I'm planning to have a reading session on xx Street, and I thought I should tell you to avoid any unpleasant things happening in the future."

The words hit my ears.

Skinny Mike's face immediately turned cold.

no way.

Are they trying to steal business? And they are so blatant about it?

Reasonably, Skinny Mike was upset.

Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly. Besides, the two of them are not that familiar with each other. In this case, Skinny Mike was too lazy to be polite. He smiled coldly and said, "Mickey, you are still young. The business of reading is not as simple as you think. It is very complicated and you can't grasp it. I advise you to give up quickly."

Mickey smiled and said, "Everyone has to fill their stomachs. No matter how difficult it is, we still have to do it."

"If you want to fill your stomach, that's easy." Skinny Mike knew about Mickey's gang killing Anderson from Colombia, and then, how should I put it, he was not afraid, but he was old and didn't want to fight anymore, "I can introduce some business to you, how about it?"

Mickey shook his head without hesitation, "Uncle Mike, the South District is so big, there are so many gamblers, you can't possibly handle all the business."

Skinny Mike heard this and sneered again.

The good things have already been said, and it would be embarrassing to say more.

"That's true. I wish you success," Skinny Mike thought he had plenty of ways to ruin Mickey's reading, and as he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Mickey.

Mickey probably understood, so he smiled and shook hands with Skinny Mike, "Thank you."

Soon.

Mickey and his three cousins ​​left the restaurant and got in the car.

"Mickey, how did the talk go?" The three cousins ​​were eager to know the outcome.

Mickey lit another cigarette and replied while driving, "We can have the reading session. Skinny Mike will definitely find a way to ruin us, just like he ruined those other reading sessions before."

Skinny Mike is quite famous, and many people have heard of his story of how he made his fortune.

"It doesn't matter. If he dares to do that to us, we will just kill him!" said a cousin viciously.

"Not only will we kill him, we'll kill his entire family!" another cousin agreed decisively.

Most of the people in the Milkovich family are simple and rough like this.

However, sometimes, simplicity and crudeness are actually a good thing.

After all, why think so much? Just do it.

Mickey didn't say anything immediately. After thinking for a while, he said, "Don't do this all day long. Find out if Skinny Mike is really related to the Baggio family."

Hear the words.

The three cousins ​​in the car calmed down at once.

There is no other reason.

The Baggio family is one of the major underworld families in Chicago and has great power.

If they get involved... haha, they might die without even knowing how.

They are just crazy enough, they don't really care about life or death.

"Okay," a cousin nodded in response, keeping calm.

The car became quiet.

******************

2108 North Wallace Street.

After such a period of time, Debbie's belly became more obvious and her figure became noticeably rounder.

It's about ten o'clock in the morning.

Since she woke up in the morning, she has been searching the Internet for all kinds of information about pregnancy, as well as the various things that need to be done and the various expenses after giving birth... When the time came, Debbie was really panicked.

In panic, Debbie slammed the computer shut, then ran to the living room, woke up Frank who was lying on the sofa, and said anxiously, "Frank! Frank!"

Frank opened his eyes groggily under the effect of the drug and looked at Debbie impatiently, "What?"

"I just checked. I need a lot of money to support this baby," said Debbie, who is pregnant. "We have to make money quickly, otherwise we won't be able to survive."

Frank likes to spend money and hates to work hard to make money. Hearing this, he rubbed his eyes, said nothing, and sat up slowly. "I just got woken up by you, and I have to face such a headache. Let me take a break."

Words come out.

Frank felt around in several pockets and from one of them he pulled out half a cigarette that he had picked up from somewhere. He lit it and took a long puff.

It feels good.

Frank sobered up a lot. Then, he blinked his eyes, looked at Debbie carefully again, and smiled, "Making money is a piece of cake, Debbie, you look like a pregnant woman now, you have to learn to use this advantage."

Debbie didn't understand. "What do you mean?"

Frank smiled proudly, "Take Liam with you and sit at a crowded street corner. You can definitely make a lot of money in a day."

"????" Debbie understood this time. Her head buzzed and she asked in disbelief, "You want me to beg?"

“Yeah,” Frank said as a matter of course, “At your age, you’re pregnant, and the father of the child has run away. If you say Liam is your eldest son… those rich people will definitely try their best to pay you.”

“….” Debbie was speechless.

A few seconds passed.

Touching her belly, she thought about raising the child, and when Derek came back, she would let him know that she had raised the child well... Debbie couldn't help but be moved.

Begging is no big deal.

To the Gallaghers, this really was nothing.

“Do you really think that’s going to happen?” Debbie asked.

"Of course, I promise," Frank smiled brightly, "You can make a lot of money if I act with you."

Debbie heard this and was silent for a while. Then, she gritted her teeth and said, "When are we going to try it?"

Frank really likes money. "We'll be there in a minute. We'll go to the North District. You should dress yourself up to look pitiful... By the way, where's Liam? Go find that brat. Today I'm going to show you what your daddy can do."

"Okay!" Debbie nodded heavily.

At this time.

Ian, who had been standing on the stairs for a while and had witnessed the entire scene, couldn't help but speak to Debbie, "Debbie, don't believe Frank. You can't go begging."

Debbie heard it, stopped, looked at Ian, and said aggrievedly but stubbornly, "What choice do I have? You don't support me, I can only rely on myself."

Ian understood that Debbie was talking about Lip and shook his head. "Lip doesn't mean he doesn't support you. He just thinks you made a wrong choice..."

"You think so too," Debbie didn't let Ian finish his words. "That's it. I have to rely on myself. For this child, I am willing to do anything."

Words come out.

Debbie lifted her feet and hurried out the door to find Liam.

Frank sat on the sofa, raised his hand to touch his chicken-cooped hair, took a final sip of the remaining horse, turned his head to Ian, and said, "You look like you're dead. Get yourself together."

Frank really didn't like Ian.

The reverse is also true.

"Fuck you, Frank!" Ian cursed back without any hesitation.

Frank smiled and thought Ian was a real idiot.

*****************

In the office at the headquarters of Xiuer Group.

Ding Xiu, who suddenly had the idea of ​​expanding and strengthening his business, began to formally study all aspects of the South Side of Chicago for the first time.

The South District, a gathering place for shameless people, is actually quite interesting if you look at it from a different angle.

Putting aside other things, just looking at the people here, the vast majority of them spend as much money as they can... It might be easier to make money here.

Ding Xiu plans to develop more businesses... The ultimate goal is not to become rich. After all, the money here means nothing to him.

Rather, money can achieve many things.

For example, push Mickey, who is on the right path, all the way to the top.

For example, let the silly and cute comrade Kevin live freely in the future.

For example, by paving the way for Carl, if Carl really becomes a policeman in the future, he can become the kind of policeman he wants to be...

in short.

The mission progress has reached 75%. It may still take some time, but in the near future, he will be able to end this world. Then, he will have to seriously consider his afterlife.

Ding Xiu thought for a long time before temporarily putting away his thoughts. Then, he quietly felt the information Xiao Wu gave back.

The hardworking Xiao Wu is no longer in the South District, but is still following William in the city center.

At present, it seems that the little white fat guy William does not have any major problems and is a relatively normal guy.

Whether it is true or not remains to be seen.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

After checking the time, Ding Xiu realized it was time for the restaurant to open, so he got up and left.

Xiuer Chinese Restaurant.

Mandy was sitting on the couch with a goofy smile on her face, texting and chatting with William.

Comrade Mandy, the god of pure love, falls in love so easily.

Ding Xiu walked in, took a look, and shook his head.

What can be said?

This is probably Mandy's fate and she can't change it... Terry's influence on Mandy is really devastating.

Ding Xiu didn't say anything, went straight into the kitchen and did what she was supposed to do.

Mandy looked up at Ding Xiu, and did the same thing. She immediately lowered her head and continued texting, learning about William's life bit by bit.

Time flies.

Suddenly, Lip called and interrupted Mandy and William's conversation.

When Mandy saw the name Lip on the phone screen...she immediately felt a little dissatisfied.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Mandy bit her lip and finally answered the phone, "Lip?"

The purpose of Lip's call was simple: he wanted to fuck Mandy, "Will you come to my place tonight?"

Mandy understood immediately and thought of William, "I probably have something to do tonight."

The words hit my ears.

Didn't come last night? And not coming tonight?

Lip finally realized something was wrong and frowned, "What's the matter?"

"A little personal," Mandy replied.

"Mandy, what happened?" Lip asked with a changed tone.

"No," Mandy lied, still unsure of William, "I just have some personal matters to take care of. That's it for now. I have to go to work."

After saying that, Mandy hung up the phone.

Dududu~~

Hearing this voice, Lip frowned even more tightly, thinking silently for a while, suspecting that Mandy might be fxxk someone else...

the reason is simple.

If he put himself in his shoes, he thought that if his attitude changed like this, it was most likely because of this.

then,

"Fxxk!!!" Lip immediately got angry and cursed in annoyance.