In the center seat, sat a middle-aged white man with a fat belly, who was tasting the finest Alaskan caviar with relish, and a few traces of oil spilled from the corners of his mouth.

This middle-aged man is not striking, his hair is sparse, I am afraid that it will not be long before he becomes bald, and he chews very hard when he eats, as if a hungry wolf is biting the flesh of his prey, giving people a hideous feeling.

Next to him sat a man in his fifties, his hair meticulously combed, and he wore a gold Rolex watch on his wrist.

I saw this "table pot" say to the bald middle-aged:

"Martin, the caviar is not bad today, I ordered it a week ago, and it just came in from Alaska, and it is very fresh."

"It's very good, it tastes good." Bald Road.

After he had finished a large plate of caviar, he picked up a napkin and wiped the grease stains on his mouth, and this person was Martin, the current mayor of Los Angeles.

And the man who looked polite and gentlemanly next to Martin was the godfather of the Los Angeles underground, Evans.

Evans gracefully cut a veal steak in front of him, and smiled at Martin:

"Our business has been good during this time."

"Really? That's good. Martin said casually.

In fact, many of the businesses under the Mellon family have Martin's dry shares, of course, these dry shares were all run by Evans in the name of others, and outsiders can't find out about Martin at all.

Martin's fingers casually tapped on the dining table, and a man in his early forties sitting on the other side of him quickly took out an iron box reflecting the bright light of metal from his arms, took out a cigar from it, cut off the cigarette butt with special scissors, and then placed it between Martin's erected fingers.

Martin took the cigar in his mouth, and the man skilfully took out the lighter and carefully lit it.

Martin took a hard puff on his cigar, and the white smoke swirled twice in his mouth before he exhaled it heavily, a look of great enjoyment on his face.

Evans glanced at the man beside Martin, then smiled:

"Martin, you have a right-hand man like Anderson by your side, and it's very easy to do things, unlike me, who does everything yourself."

The man named Anderson was Martin's secretary, and his position in Los Angeles was not trivial, although he had little power in terms of title.

But many of Martin's things are done by him, so he is Martin's spokesman and his confidant, in Los Angeles he can be said to be one person under ten thousand people, even Evans does not dare to offend this Anderson easily.

Martin also looked at Anderson for a moment, and then smiled:

"Of course, Anderson was already with me when I was a junior sergeant in the police department."

After a pause, Martin restrained his smile, raised his head and swallowed the clouds, and a pair of eyes seemed to look directly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling through the wisps of smoke, and then said:

"Evans, I heard that you have been calling one for a while, what is your name?"

Anderson next to him hurriedly reminded:

"It's called Sanjiang Society, and it's the most powerful Chinese community in Chinatown."

"That's right, that's what Sanjiang Society." Martin says:

"In the last two days alone, you have had two conflicts. The first time was at the Nightingale Club, the second time was on the street, and the shooting incident in broad daylight had a great impact, and it was difficult for me to explain it to the public. ”

After a pause, he said:

"Evans, even if that Sanjiang Guild doesn't know how to lift, don't you know how to converge? At this morning's regular meeting, the members of the parliament made a fuss about our law and order problem in Los Angeles again, although I can't make any waves with me, but if it goes on like this, I can't do it. ”

Evans gracefully put down his knife and fork and said with a smile:

"I'm sorry, Martin, but my men are too impulsive, and I'll discipline you when I go back and make sure it doesn't happen again."

"I'm relieved when you say that, we have been friends for so many years, and I still trust you." Martin nodded to Evans.

At this time, I heard a muscular man speak:

"But the people of the Sanjiang Society are too arrogant, and it is already very merciful for us to set aside a place for their group of yellow-skinned monkeys to settle down, and they are not even satisfied, and now they have stretched out their tentacles. And in the past two days of conflict, we have killed nearly a dozen brothers, do we just ignore the Sanjiang Society's gang? ”

The muscular man was the gangster who led the crowd to besiege Townsend and Marlin and others in the Nightingale Club earlier.

Looking at the angry muscular man, a trace of ruthlessness flashed between Martin's eyebrows, no one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, so he was already on the verge of going berserk.

And Evans was also keenly aware that Martin was about to explode, and hurriedly reprimanded:

"Mike, this is Mayor Martin, what is your attitude?"

The man named Mike quickly lowered his head and apologized to Martin, and then added:

"Mr. Martin, why don't you have the police go to their neighborhood and make them know what country they're living in?"

But Martin shook his head, looked at Evans next to him, and said:

"This can't be rash, the current news media is more ferocious than sharks, public opinion supervises us, and the Chinese are very cunning, especially some of them have achieved a lot of success in the business field, and have begun to infiltrate the upper echelons, and the members of the House of Representatives are very diverse, ah, hahaha."

Taking a puff on his cigar, Martin smiled:

"Racial discrimination doesn't work, Mike, we have to be tolerant and broad-minded, the Chinese are also a big ethnic group, and we must be cautious in doing things."

After talking nonsense for a long time, no matter how stupid Evans is, he knows that this old and cunning Martin is an old fritter, and he speaks without leaking, and he neither agrees nor opposes them against the Sanjiang Society.

Finally, after Martin's eloquent talk, Evans couldn't help but ask:

"So we're going to back down this time? Martin, I'm telling you you you can't! ”

"Hahaha." Martin looked up to the sky and laughed, and then stared at Evans with a smile and said:

"Evans, I'm here to remind you that I won't object to how you deal with the Sanjiang Society, but you must control it within a range and don't shake the entire Chinese community, otherwise you and I can't afford to take this responsibility."

After a full drink, Evans and Martin leave the Hilton for a skinhead-run nightclub.

Whenever Martin was to be received, the third floor of the nightclub would be cleared for Martin's use, and the ordinary guests below, as well as the ordinary waiters who were not trusted, would not be able to come up. Even the thug named Mike was ordered by Evans to keep watch outside.

Sitting at a bar, Evans had a Martell poured for Martin, and smiled at him:

"Martin, I've recently picked up a batch of new items, and I'm sure you'll be able to enjoy it tonight."

Martin took a sip of red wine, and his white and chubby face showed an irrepressible excitement, and he couldn't help laughing:

"Good, good, good."

When he smiled like this, the fat on his face trembled.

Then Martin glanced at Anderson, who was standing behind him, and said to Evans:

"I'll go take a shower now, and I'll let Anderson choose one for me later, he knows my preferences best."

When Anderson heard this, his body trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his calm, and others couldn't see anything unusual at all.

Martin then left the bar and walked to the room with the waiter, leaving Anderson and Evans behind.

Watching Martin's back disappear into the corridor over there, Evans poured a full glass of wine and handed it to Anderson, smiling at him:

"Martin won't be easy to wait."

Anderson took a sip of wine, the expression on his face still didn't change much, and he just heard him say lightly:

"Mr. Martin is a very nice person and it is an honour and a responsibility for me to be there for him to help him."