Wake up Samurai

News spread quickly in Jon City, and the arrival of Arthur and his group was soon known throughout the city.

Various small and medium-sized gangs dared not provoke them, and each warned their gang members not to scheme against this group.

There was no other way; with such organized equipment, everyone knew that these people must have a large power behind them.

Although it was common for gang members to rob small military units in those days, a group of fifty was not a small force, and everyone was armed with guns and rode horses, making them too uncontrollable.

Most importantly, this group behaved too brutally. Who would open fire on the street as soon as they entered the city, and shoot six people's pistols in six seconds?

Not to mention the fifty-person team, just this top sharpshooter alone made ordinary people unwilling to provoke them.

Of course, the main reason was that this was not a team transporting supplies. If it were a team transporting money, it was very likely that someone would want to take a risk and do a job.

While small and medium-sized forces dared not or did not want to provoke them, the large gangs in Jon City were different.

At the largest mansion in the villa area north of Jon City.

Bodyguards in black suits stood guard at the entrance with rifles, highly focused. Through the iron gate, one could see guards almost every five steps and sentries every ten steps inside the estate.

This level of security measures undoubtedly highlighted the status of the estate's owner.

Carriages rushed to the entrance of the estate, and from each carriage descended men in exquisite gentleman's suits. After being checked by the security guards at the entrance, they entered the estate.

These people were all well-known gang leaders in Jon City.

Of course, these people in the city could no longer be called gangs; they should be called mafias or mobsters.

Their survival and operating models had already begun to lean towards the mafia, with the biggest change being the emergence of rules during their gang expansion.

The most significant difference between the mafia and gangs is actually one point: rules.

Gangs have no rules; they rob, murder, and commit all sorts of evil deeds. Whether it's the army or banks, they will have no qualms as long as they can rob them.

The mafia is completely different; they are more like the powerful elite, trying not to cross the city's bottom line in competition, and each has their own gray industries. Robbery has been abandoned, and the fundamental reason for gang conflicts is to make more money, so their actions will, to a certain extent, follow the city's rules to better survive and operate within the city.

The main reason Signor Bronte couldn't outcompete Mr. Van der Linde was because he only played by the rules.

His vision was narrow; he only played the mafia's game.

"Mr. Kyle Moss, Mr. Noah Finn, and Mr. Miyamoto Morishita, please follow me. Mr. Amalfetano will be back shortly."

The waiter led several big mob bosses from Jon City towards the living room of the estate, seating them on the sofas.

These individuals were actually in competition, but they were also connected by Mr. Amalfetano's ties, and their competition was subject to various restrictions set by Mr. Amalfetano, to ensure that these gangs would not grow too large or strong, nor would they merge.

This is a common tactic used by the Big Boss of the mafia to prevent his subordinate forces from surpassing him. After all, if these families were to unite, Mr. Amalfetano would not be able to sleep.

"Has Mr. Amalfetano not returned yet?" Mr. Kyle raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

He paid the most attention to Mr. Amalfetano's every move, as he constantly sought to replace him.

The waiter nodded: "Yes, please wait a moment."

With that, he said nothing more and turned to leave the living room.

Watching the waiter's retreating back, Kyle frowned, looking at the others nearby.

"What's going on? Does Mr. Amalfetano have another big deal recently?"

"If you ask me, who am I supposed to ask? Mr. Moss, I advise you not to pay too much attention, otherwise Mr. Amalfetano might not be pleased if he finds out." Noah looked at him with disdain, then picked up a high-grade cigar placed on the table.

The three of them were in competition with each other, but even if their subordinates fought to the death, the three of them could still sit at the table and talk.

The three of them were one Mexican, one Japanese, and one Italian. Although they competed with each other, they were actually divided into factions.

Noah had a good relationship with Mr. Amalfetano because they were both Mexican. Kyle was not good with anyone and constantly wanted to replace him, while Mr. Miyamoto Morishita didn't care about anyone, because he was sent by the Japanese mob, just like Signor Bronte, who was from another place.

The Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi was founded in 1915, but there were mobsters before 1915. In fact, Japanese mob forces are already very rampant now.

In 1868, Japan's Meiji Restoration abolished the power and status of the samurai class. These people had no source of livelihood, did not like to work honestly, and were quite wealthy, so they naturally transformed into violent criminals. This was also the beginning of Japanese mobsters.

Miyamoto Morishita's ancestors were samurai; his father was also a samurai, but by his generation, he became a mobster. There was no other way; such changes in life always catch people off guard.

Getting back to the main topic.

Hearing Noah's disdainful voice, Kyle snorted and sneered: "Mr. Noah, being a dog doesn't end well, you should know that, right? Haven't you seen the treatment of your subordinates?"

"That's still better than being crushed to death!" Noah also sneered.

Neither of them looked at Miyamoto Morishita, who was sitting on the sofa nearby.

This yellow man was a ruthless person, and neither of them wanted to provoke him.

Miyamoto Morishita inherited from a samurai family; from a young age, he was instilled with courage and combativeness, as a military commander could not be timid.

The original Bushido spirit was similar to European chivalry, with some noble attributes, but after so many years of inheritance, it had long been distorted. Now, it's all about ruthlessness, being ruthless to others and to oneself.

When Miyamoto Morishita first arrived, he had one man, one sword, and one gun. His intestines were even spilling out, yet he stubbornly hung them around his neck and cleared half a block, firmly establishing his foothold.

When have these Westerners ever seen someone so ruthless? From then on, they basically stopped provoking him.

Moreover, this little Japanese has brought over a hundred more people from his hometown in recent years. Although there are few people, each one is ruthless, which is why he can stand firm despite his small numbers.

And among the three present, he was the calmest.

He was not afraid of this new arms dealer, a warlord of unknown power, nor Mr. Amalfetano. Even the great warlord Mr. Amalfetano dared not trouble him, fearing retaliation from the power behind him, and fearing that his group would assassinate him at some point without regard for their lives. He didn't believe this new arms dealer could be that bold!

Hmph, they are ruthless people who even dare to hunt elephants!

After a short wait, footsteps finally echoed in the living room.

Mr. Amalfetano finally appeared before everyone for the first time.

He was dressed in a black suit, elegantly and gentlemanly adorned. He was not young, at least over fifty years old, with a slightly plump figure that seemed a bit pot-bellied, but combined with his somewhat kind and gentlemanly face, it didn't feel greasy.

As he entered the living room and saw the three people sitting there, a smile first appeared on his face.

"Hahaha, Mr. Kyle, Mr. Noah, Mr. Miyamoto, I've kept you waiting! The truth is, I had a bit of a problem on my end. Some f*cking idiot who couldn't recognize the situation ran over from America, leading a bunch of people to rob my money box.

F*ck! This damned idiot, if I catch him, I'll peel off his scalp!"

As he spoke, the smile on Mr. Amalfetano's face vanished, replaced by an expression of utter fury.

This was not faked at all, because the one who robbed his money was none other than Colm, the Black Lung, who had brought his men from Blackwater.

"Ran over from America? Damned, could these people be in league with the arms dealers who came to Jon City this time? Damned, why do these Americans always like to come to Mexico to take advantage?" Listening to Mr. Amalfetano's words, Mr. Noah cursed loudly.

He hated outsiders the most, whether Americans or Europeans. The reason he had reached this point was because his parents had lost their lives when he was young due to warlords supported by Europeans.

"It shouldn't be. The group that robbed us was a bunch of damned desperadoes, and I've received news that they ran over from Blackwater. Damned, after Blackwater was surrounded and sealed off by them, they came over. These damned things, their coming here was already a heinous crime, and they even dared to touch my money, which is even more unforgivable!" Mr. Amalfetano cursed loudly, repeating this sentence over and over with the purpose of getting Mr. Noah to act for him.

This group numbered several hundred, and he only had a little over a thousand gunmen in total, so he naturally didn't want to fight such a large-scale battle, especially since the other side was a bunch of damned desperadoes with no profit to be gained. This was a completely thankless task.

Sure enough, under his repeated hints, Mr. Noah quickly said, "Don't worry, Mr. Amalfetano, I'll have my people investigate the location of this group as soon as I get back. F*ck! They actually dared to oppose you, I will definitely have all their heads cut off!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Noah, thank you for your help, may our friendship last forever!" Mr. Amalfetano laughed happily, then raised his wine glass and clinked it with Mr. Noah's.

Kyle and Miyamoto next to them did not speak, just watched quietly.

Finally, after the two ruthless individuals finished discussing this matter, they shifted the topic to the arms dealers who had come to Jon City.

"Mr. Amalfetano, that group of gang members from America is nothing to fear, but this sudden appearance of arms dealers... how should we deal with them? Damned, they explicitly demanded your mines and oil business!" Mr. Noah, like a lackey, personally refilled Mr. Amalfetano's wine glass, asking cautiously.

Mr. Amalfetano's expression became serious. He straightened his back on the sofa and said coldly, "Hmph, I think I should know whose people they are!"

"Oh?" The expressions of the three people became serious.

"I think they belong to a wanted criminal named Dutch Van der Linde!" Mr. Amalfetano said coldly.

"I have a business partner whose businesses in New Hanover and Lemoyne, America, were completely destroyed. They were destroyed by this man named Dutch Van der Linde!

I heard he even mobilized over five hundred gunmen to clear out the gang members in New Hanover, occupying all of New Hanover and Lemoyne.

Damned, this deranged desperado almost controls two large states in America. I think his forces could even reach a scale of one to two thousand men! If Mr. Cornwall hadn't explicitly informed me that Dutch Van der Linde doesn't control the New Hanover army, then perhaps we'd have to think about how to escape right now, hahaha..." Mr. Amalfetano told a not-so-funny cold joke.

"Oh, sh*t!"

"Baka!"

Listening to Mr. Amalfetano's words, the three bosses present immediately burst out curses.

Damned, a force of one to two thousand men, this was already stronger than Mr. Amalfetano.

They say a mighty dragon cannot overpower a local snake, but now, a mighty dragon has truly appeared, and no local snake wants to reach out and try to suppress it.

"Gentlemen, I think we need to unite. I have over thirteen hundred gunmen, and the scale of your respective forces is also quite considerable. Together, we can form a force of two thousand five hundred men. Even if this Mr. Dutch Van der Linde controls the Lemoyne army and has a force of five thousand men, I think if he is a smart person, he won't want to clash head-on with us!" Mr. Amalfetano looked at Mr. Noah and the other two, speaking out.

In reality, he was the most panicked among the three present, because the fifty-man team that had arrived had already explicitly told them they wanted his oil and mine businesses.

At that time, these damned city gangs might escape unscathed, but he would definitely suffer huge losses.

So, to avoid any losses to himself, he could only unite everyone to fight against this so-called arms dealer!

Listening to Mr. Amalfetano's words, the scene became unusually quiet.

After much hesitation, Mr. Noah finally spoke with hatred, "Alright, Mr. Amalfetano, I won't let these damned Americans snatch all the money from my hands!"

Kyle's gaze was cold as he swept it across Mr. Amalfetano's face, then nodded and said, "Our internal competition is ultimately internal; we cannot let an outsider eat our cake! Nor can we let him steal the fruits of my efforts over so many years!"

"Baka, I'm going to make this Dutch Van der Linde die, die, die! I'm going to show him what true Bushido spirit is!" Miyamoto Morishita roared in anger.

He wished he could pull out his sword and chase after this so-called Mr. Dutch Van der Linde to hack him!

Damned, he must lead his team and hack these damned Americans back to their hometown!

Miyamoto Morishita didn't know that he would precede history by forty years, becoming the first Japanese to try and cleave a Tank with a sword, and also the first Japanese to be run over by a Tank.