Chapter 979

As time goes by, many people grow old in time.

No one can resist the power of time, even the underground emperor of North America, the Mafia leaders who control the world of violence and darkness.

Nuki is also old, and it's time for him to hand over his chairmanship.

In fact, his authority began to be challenged five years ago, only to maintain the peace of the Commission under the balance of nuki.

Today, this peace has reached the brink of collapse.

It takes only a small flame to explode, and nuki knows it's time to quit, or he'll be blown to pieces.

But he also knew that he had to find a way to keep himself safe.

There are so many secrets about the Mafia family in his brain, but he is not a damned family. Nuki has no choice.

When he abdicated, without the right and the protection of his subordinates, anyone could kill him.

It may only be the tramp on the street who will stab him in the chest with a sharp blade when he is not paying attention.

It may be his opponent's instructions, or his former assistant, partner, or other family leader.

To be sure, he will never live long.

Everyone knew that, so nuki looked at Paul.

Now Charlie Lee is not something he can influence or influence. He has a good relationship with Paul.

After all, they often come back and forth in business, and Paul has helped him a lot, and nuki has helped him out a lot.

Atlantic City, the new Council is held in the city's only church.

Everyone present at the meeting, on the outside, is a frightening Mafia leader or second in command.

"First of all, please raise your glasses to welcome our mutual friend, Paul." Nuki sat at the head, Paul on his right and his brother-in-law on the left.

"Thank you, nuki." Paul raised his glass, motioned to everyone and exclaimed, "cheers, for money, women and our great cause."

"To the great cause, ha ha..." A bunch of jerks laughed.

"Well, let's sit down and talk." Nuki took over the situation again, sitting in a soft and comfortable chair, still feeling a little nervous.

Over the years, wine and sex have hollowed out his body, making him more and more weak.

The doctor said that if he was drinking, he might not live for three years, but who would care!

Without everything now, nuki would be killed in the streets tomorrow.

"I'm old and have limited energy, so let's get right to the point." Nuki knocked on the champagne glass to calm everyone down.

"I think you have heard that after this meeting, I will step down from the committee completely, and the post of chairman will be returned to Parliament."

As soon as nuki's voice dropped, everyone began to whisper.

Before they came, of course, they received news, but there was no shock from nuki himself.

Now it is certain that nuki is really going to abdicate.

Some are complacent and others are worried that this will undoubtedly lead to a new war.

For them, power can only be proved by blood and fist. Whoever wants to sit in that position needs to show enough strength.

Every transfer of power is full of blood and violence, which is inevitable, even within the Mafia family.

Each of the leaders here has experienced countless assassinations and battles to secure his present position.

Not to mention the chairmanship of the entire Mafia Parliament.

"After I retire, I'll go to Vegas and hope to see you again." Nuki said, raising his glass again, ignoring the faces of the crowd, and talking to Paul.

Going to Vegas for retirement is the way nuki arranged for himself.

He won't take anyone with him. Everyone will stay here and give it to his brother-in-law and his successor.

He will only have four hired guards around him and spend the rest of his life in Vegas.

"I like Vegas more than bunny." Nukiese squinted and said, "can I ask them to stay with me?"

"As long as they want." Paul shrugged indifferently.

"That's great. You know, old people always need company and care, but I only like hot girls."

"Me too. Cheers." Looking at the top two happy conversation, the people below are all focused on tomorrow's formal meeting.

At that time, families who want to join the fight for power will come forward to fight for the top position.

Other families are not immune, because strong families inevitably get involved, while those weak families can only follow the strong ones who depend on them.

The sorrow of the weak has never changed for thousands of years.Vegas, after the second decoration and repair of Caesar Palace, more magnificent.

From the third year of its opening, Caesar Palace has been redecorated and renovated on a small scale to ensure that it will never go out of fashion. It is the most shining star in Vegas.

Among them, the luxury suite on the top floor of Caesar Palace is also a place that countless people yearn for.

It is said that the one who lives there is a woman and a child, the richest and most powerful person in Vegas.

Almost every day, there are countless gifts sent there, but only a few can stay, and few of them meet.

Today, as usual, there are countless people downstairs waiting for good luck.

But suddenly the hotel became busy. Someone saw the manager with the housekeeper and the maids in the lobby.

They take care of each other's already neat neckties and clothes, making sure there are no problems, and they are back in two rows.

Standing there solemnly, as if waiting for the inspection of the head of the soldiers.

Soon the two cars stopped in front of the hotel, which made everyone whisper and wonder why they could drive to the door.

You should know that the Caesar Palace parking lot is at the entrance, and this is behind the casino. It is not allowed to drive in.

As soon as the car stopped, the manager rushed up, opened the door and put his hand on the top of the door frame. He bowed and waited for the people in the car to come down.

"Wow, Dad, it's amazing here." Two sturdy young men jumped out of the car and looked around at the beautiful "palace."

Then a yellow skinned young man got out of the car, and someone handed him a black red, smooth and simple cane without any patterns or carvings.

Holding a spade cane in his hand, Li Zitao looked at Caesar Palace where his eyes had not changed much. He said to Danni, "take them two to the front. Don't play too long."

"Eden, Mason." Calling the twins to his side, Li said seriously, "both of you should listen to Denny, or I will send you to the plane immediately."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Two people funny salute, hee ha ha ran to the front of the casino.

Unable to shake his head, Li Zitao walked into the elevator through the team accompanied by the manager.

"Gentlemen, Miss Mary is out of business today. Please come back." The manager of the lobby conveyed the good news to the waiting guests with a polite but not respectful smile.

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