New York, Empire State Building.

After a long and high scream, there was only heavy breathing in the ornate room.

Get off the bed and put on a bath towel. Li Zitao poured a glass of juice for Juliana and prepared himself a glass of iced whiskey.

"Do you really want to renovate the Hell's Kitchen?" After a calm breath, Julianna drank in a small sip of juice.

"Well, Manhattan's land prices will not drop, why not do it?" Li Zitao asked jokingly.

"It's a lot of trouble. Do you know where the contraband shipped from other places to New York ended up?"

Juliana handed him the empty cup, wrapped her graceful figure in a quilt, wrapped her hands around her knees and said to him, "It's there, Hell's Kitchen, it's the transit station for everything, opium, smuggling, weapons, population..."

Li Zitao was a little surprised to hear him say this, but she didn't expect that she would also have some understanding of Hell's Kitchen.

"Don't worry, I will find a few old friends to deal with it. As long as they give them enough benefits, nothing can be sold." Li Zitao hugged her shoulders and smiled.

Seeing that the time was almost over, Li Zitao washed up in the bathroom, changed into a light dress and left the apartment. He was going to meet his old friend.

Nucky Thompson, the king of Atlantic City, chairman of the Mafia Committee, and the most powerful figure in the American gangsters during the Prohibition period.

But now he looks more like a stereotyped, narrow-minded, and difficult to get along with the old man next door.

The collapsed cheeks were like anorexia, but the sperm in his eyes was a little better. It seemed that he had been doing well in the past few years.

"Charlie, how long has it been since we met?" Li Zitao and Nuki sat face to face in the cafe on the roadside, each feeling like they were a different life.

When they first met, Li Zitao was just a trick, trying to kill the little guy who took the opportunity to get on the position.

At that time, at least in Nuki's opinion, he was right. Unexpectedly, he became a billionaire in the blink of an eye and then went all the way to where he is today.

The representative of the American Dream, a legendary figure and a new super rich man, no one can guess how much he is worth, but he is definitely one of the richest people in America.

Although Nookie also took the position of chairman of the Mafia Committee and became the godfather of the Mafia All-American Mafia, it was far inferior to his achievements.

Gangs are gangsters, and no matter how they are, they cannot see the light. I don’t know how many agents and police have investigated him over the years.

Fortunately, he also had the identity of a financial officer as a cover-up and was cautious enough to appear here safely.

"5 years...or more?" The two of them have indeed not seen each other for a long time. The solution to "Dad" is the last time they meet. Since then, they have rarely even contacted the phone.

Li Zitao deliberately kept a distance from the gangster. This was the choice he made after understanding the importance of the 'rules' and one of the reasons why he would make Paul transform.

"Haha, it's such a long time, so why did you come to me this time?" Nookie asked with a fake smile.

"I want Hell Kitchen, please offer a price!" Li Zitao said straightforwardly.

"That's not a good place. What do you want to do with it?" Nuki rolled her eyes and looked at him as if curious.

There are thieves, thieves, murderers, and gangsters hidden in the kitchen of Hell. They can be said to be a gathering place for all kinds of scumbags. What does he want to do with that kind of place?

"This is not something you should care about, Nookie, I want all the land in Hell's Kitchen, to drive those scumbags to Queens and tell me your offer!"

What is the best way to deal with gangsters? It is not a policeman, nor does it require SHIELD to make a big move, just let the mafia who is also a gangster to deal with it.

The wicked need to be beaten by the wicked. Some people in the hell kitchen are dangerous, but compared to the forces owned by the mafia, they are just lonely jackals.

"Oh?" Nookie was slightly angry. Li Zitao's attitude did not seem to be asking for his help, but instead brought a command and a look of the superior.

This made Nookie, who was used to being the boss, very uncomfortable, but he also knew the difference between the two.

Not to mention connections and funds, just taking the Mafia and S.H.I.E.D. as an example, it is like a naughty child and a well-trained adult elite.

"500,000, every block." After calming down, Nookie picked up the coffee and kept it smiling and savoring it, waiting for his reply.

Each block costs $500,000, and 25 blocks cost $12.5 million. The business of making money is really profitable.

Nookie's low price is $8 million. If it is lower than this price, even if he is the godfather of the mafia in the United States, he will not be able to explain to other committee members.

The mafia family in New York City did not obey his orders very much. Now this matter will hurt the other party's interests. How could they agree without sufficient compensation?

"No problem." Li Zitao agreed immediately, beyond Nookie's expectations.

"But your people have to deal with all the problems. If there is any trouble in the future, I will come to you again." Li Zitao said as he put down $20 on the table.

"Nuki, for the sake of his past... retire as soon as possible and leave here to live in Switzerland or the Mediterranean. The scenery is nice and suitable for you and your little lover."

After saying that, Li Zitao ignored Nuki's changing face, hoping that Nuki could obey his advice and that he would not end up being a godfather.

Li Zitao left the cafe by car, but Nuji sat in her original position with a changeable expression, thinking about the warning he had left.

As his age and wealth increased, Nookie gradually felt powerless. Not everyone under his command listened to him, but he only took the power in his hands and his prestige over the years. No one dared to provoke his majesty in person.

But it would come sooner or later that day, and Nuki himself knew it equally. What worried him was, ‘Did Li Zitao receive any news that was unfavorable to him?’

In the car that was gone, Li Zitao asked Tia to call Paul and hand over the subsequent questions from Hell Kitchen to him.

"Don't come forward in person. If there are any problems, let those mafia members solve them. Try to be low-key and don't involve civilians."

Paul on the other end of the phone heard the boss's order and nodded with a flattering smile on his face, "I understand, boss, don't worry, I will do it."

Even if Li Zitao couldn't see him, Paul still maintained the respect he should have, and even had a kneeling attitude.

Li Zitao's status is getting higher and higher, his influence in North America is getting worse and worse, and he has fewer and fewer opportunities to use him.

This made Paul very worried whether he would be completely abandoned one day.

He is used to being a casino tycoon and doesn't want to compete with the gangsters for territory and live a worried life.

Besides, he knew very well that he knew too much, and once Li Zitao gave up, he would never leave Vegas alive.

So Paul cherishes the opportunity to talk to Li Zitao very much, and when he heard his orders, he was so excited that he was almost crying.

Being able to get Li Zitao's instructions means that he is useful, and the boss still remembers him.

He no longer has to worry about being dealt with one day and becoming a corpse in the desert outside Vegas.

In addition, Paul was even more obedient in front of Bloody Mary (Xu Man), and strived for perfection in everything she ordered.
Chapter completed!