A month passed, and the Mutual Aid asserted its sphere of influence on fifteen streets.

Because after smashing the gang in the mutual aid restaurant before the revenge, the remaining gangs faced the triple pressure of the mutual aid society, the ventriloquist and the black mask, and under this pressure, they each chose to surrender.

Mori Guang arranged the original gang members of these fifteen streets clearly.

First of all, if you have a life lawsuit on your hands, don't talk about it, turn around and send it to the police station.

Nothing to say.

Secondly, petty theft depends on its seriousness, whether it is a habitual offender to be held accountable, those who are relatively young and the crime is not too serious, Senguang will turn a blind eye and close one eye, and do not embarrass them.

After all, they became like this, and the fucking environment of Gotham City was fifty percent responsible.

The Mutual Aid allowed the gangs in the 15 streets to continue to exist without breaking the law, and bought up their hotels, massage parlors, bars, bathing centers, barbershops, and many other stores at low prices.

As for the other shops on the street, the owners were amazed to find that, oh my God, no one took anything for granted anymore.

There were no more gang members who came over to extort money.

What a wonderful thing.

All thanks to the Mutual Aid Society.

For the residents of the streets, they found that standing in these 15 streets was an absolute guarantee for their own lives.

Of course, they don't forget to thank the takeaway apps and cheap Chinese restaurants.

But for the owners of the restaurants on these fifteen streets, and all the restaurants in the East End, it was a nightmare. If before, the cheap tactics of mutual aid only affected nearby restaurants, now!

Because of the takeaway app and those fucking delivery people, they found that the entire restaurant market in the East End was in the hands of others.

They couldn't survive because of the rise in food, and now they have to be sniped by Chinese restaurants under the umbrella of the Mutual Aid Association!

They're losing money every minute.

……

At Wayne Manor, Mori Hitsu, Helena, Barbara, and Tim huddle on a couch eating fruit and watching a TV series.

Suddenly an advertisement pops into the TV.

A moderator in a small suit explained: "Due to the trade union strikes of large and medium-sized farmers in the central agricultural areas of the lighthouse country, labor costs continue to rise, and food prices soar. The government is trying to reconcile the contradictions between the two sides and strive to resolve these matters as soon as possible. ”

Morimitsu frowned.

A general strike?

What is the Owl Court trying to do, to create an artificial famine?

Tim said with a serious face, "It's all bad news lately. ”

"The unexpected death of a key candidate for mayor, the sudden jump of a Wayne Group employee, the continuous rise in food prices, and the outbreak of strikes all over Gotham City, I don't know why, what would not have happened in the past is now happening all in one place."

"We're really out of luck."

"What do you say, Eaton, Helena?"

Helena immediately complained.

Morimitsu leaned back on the sofa and didn't say a word.

It's not a matter of luck or luck.

There's a mastermind behind everything that's behind it.

It was an owl flying in the dark space, and the owl controlled all disasters.

……

At night, Morimitsu came to the church.

Donald brings a new member over, Hawkeye's older brother, Mr. Patton.

He passed the loyalty test for half a month, and was finally officially accepted by the mutual aid association.

Morimitsu didn't look at him, but commanded Donald. "The little gangs we're hosting have to be guarded to keep them from causing trouble. I hope you can get them to strictly follow the law. ”

"Yes, master." Donald said with his head bowed.

Morimitsu thought for a moment, "The restaurateur in the East Side must be in a hurry right now. You try to see if you can buy them for a low price. ”

"On the condition that they can continue to be hired to run the original store."

"It's not like ruining their jobs. We are righteous teachers, and we must not overdo it. ”

"Don't do everything, don't say everything, everything is too much, fate is bound to end early."

In the dark, the disabled veteran secretly looked at the owner of the mutual aid association, Mr. Grandmaster. He must say that this grandmaster is truly unfathomable.

Patton has faced so many life-and-death crises that he has long forgotten what fear is.

But today......

He remembered.

Morimitsu continued to command Donald. "If there is a restaurant that wants to join our food delivery app, you can. But it can't be Eastside, it must be the rest of the restaurants outside of Gotham City's Eastside. ”

Donald looked up and was stunned, master, this is ......

"Your orders are everything."

Morimitsu nodded.

Generally speaking, you have to spend money to keep him going, so that you can pay back on the holidays.

So far, after this month, those restaurateurs have been sad, but they can still hold on, and they are used to it.

They certainly won't easily sell the restaurant, but wait for the mutual's business to go bankrupt on its own.

Then as long as they make a profit, the vast majority of this group will despair.