The world begins with shameless people

Ian was sad to see Caleb again.

Hearing this, and looking at the playful smile on Caleb's face...well, there's nothing to be sad about.

Ian didn't say anything, but kept walking until he came in front of Caleb. Without further ado, he asked directly, "What's going on between you and that Denise?"

Caleb, the AIDS monkey, was not happy when he heard this. He said impatiently, "Jesus, this again? I told you, she and I are old classmates and good friends. What else do you want me to say?"

Being cheated is not a good feeling.

The feeling of being deceived in person is even worse.

"I saw you and Denise kissing and hugging on the street yesterday," Ian said with a straight face.

The lie was exposed, and Caleb the AIDS monkey's face changed instantly. Soon, he became angry and asked angrily, "You followed me?"

"Yes," Ian admitted frankly, "Because I know you are lying!"

Caleb heard this and his anger grew. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"Aren't you? Tell me, did you have sex with Denise?" Ian demanded.

"F**k it," Caleb replied confidently, "So what? She's a woman, this isn't betrayal at all!"

So, shameless people are shameless people, and they all have shameless logic.

Ian was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, "This isn't betrayal? You're so funny, if this isn't betrayal, then what is betrayal?"

Caleb still said confidently, "I'm gay. If I were with a man... that would be betrayal."

that's it.

The two quarreled for a while, and finally, they said harsh words to each other and parted ways.

Ian turned and left Caleb's apartment disappointed, sad and angry, and went to work.

Caleb was also very angry, but he held his breath and continued doing what he was doing.

A relationship that was destined to have no results and was ridiculous ended here.

Interestingly……

Ian, who actually didn't understand love, recovered a lot quickly...at least, he was able to go to work normally.

***************

nine in the morning.

As usual, Mickey slept until he woke up naturally, lit a cigarette out of habit, and then got out of bed to wash up.

After half an hour of hard work, everything was done. Mickey lit a cigarette, walked out with a very cool gait, got into the Mercedes-Benz, and went to work at the company.

Although it is called going to work, in fact, most of the time, I just go to the company to sit, daydream, smoke and watch TV.

Because there's really nothing special to do.

[Milkovich] The security company has developed to this day and all aspects have stabilized. Business is proceeding in an orderly manner, the number of employees is slowly increasing, and the scale is also slowly expanding.

There really wasn't much to do.

Arrived at the company.

Mickey walked into the office with a cigarette in his mouth, sat down on the chair, picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and planned to spend the day like this.

Unfortunately, the plan could not keep up with the changes.

About half an hour passed.

Mickey's cousin, Iggy Milkovich, walked in with a cigarette in his mouth. "Mickey, there was an incident on Rick Street. Someone shot Ivan last night."

Today, relying on its strong financial resources and this group of crazy Milkovichs, the Milkovich Security has almost controlled two-thirds of the southern district.

The remaining one-third are basically backed by the old Chicago mafia families, so it is difficult to deal with them for the time being.

Rick Street belongs to the sphere of influence of Milkovich Security.

Now, the boss of Rick Street, Ivan, has been shot, so [Milkovich] Security has to do his job.

After all, Alvin has reported the crime, and if they don't do anything, the bosses of other streets will definitely have some ideas.

Mickey was not good at studying, but he was very skilled in the underworld. He sat up straight, put away his lazy posture, and asked seriously, "Is Ivan dead?"

Ichi Mirkovic shook his head. "Nothing serious has happened. He is in the hospital."

"Have you found out who did it?" Mickey asked again.

Ichi Mirkovic nodded, "An old Mexican named Gabriel who came from Sinaloa a few days ago."

Ichy Mirkovic emphasized the word Sinaloa.

Mickey was very smart in this regard and immediately understood what Iggy meant. "Is it from the Sinaloa cartel?"

Ichi Mirkovic shook his head. "Ivan's people are still investigating. I heard that this is the case. It's not certain yet."

Mickey didn't reply immediately. He took out his cigarette and lit another one.

Since the Sinaloa cartel is involved, this matter is very troublesome.

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You have to know that the Sinaloa cartel is no joke. Those people are crazy and, to put it bluntly, their lives are worthless.

If you go against those guys, who knows how many crazy people will come next.

But if this problem is not solved, the prestige that [Milkovich] Security has worked so hard to build will definitely be greatly damaged.

Once prestige is damaged, it is not easy to restore it.

"Find out as soon as possible," Mickey thought for a few seconds and made a decision, "I'm going to go out for a while."

After saying this, Mickey didn't waste any time. He quickly got up and left the office to look for Ding Xiu.

At this time, Ding Xiu was not in the restaurant, but in the group's office.

There was also an office here, but Mickey, who had never used it, walked to Ding Xiu's office door with ease and knocked.

"Please come in," Ding Xiu, who was studying various materials about running a school behind his desk, responded casually.

Mickey heard it and pushed the door open.

Seeing Mickey, whom he hadn't seen for a while, Ding Xiu was slightly surprised. He guessed that Mickey must have encountered a problem, so he immediately put down the work in his hands and smiled at Mickey, "Long time no see."

Mickey was not good at this kind of courtesy, and nodded a little unnaturally, "Long time no see."

Then, Mickey sat down opposite Ding Xiu and said directly without beating around the bush, "I have encountered a problem and would like to ask for your advice."

"You say," Ding Xiu smiled back.

Mickey didn't waste any time and started talking.

After listening.

Sinaloa cartel...

Ding Xiu couldn't help but think of the very interesting American TV series "Narcos".

"Are you worried about retaliation from the Sinaloa cartel?" After thinking for a moment, Ding Xiu asked with a smile.

Although Mickey was very proud, he hesitated for a moment before nodding and admitting, "Those crazy people like to chop off heads, so of course I am worried."

"Personally, there's nothing to worry about," Ding Xiu smiled even more brightly, "This is Chicago, not Sinaloa, nor Mexico."

"Meaning?" Mickey probably understood Ding Xiu's attitude and just wanted to confirm it.

Ding Xiu smiled, "Just do it directly, don't think too much. You, Milkovich, are not suitable to think about these messy things."

“And then, remember, the South Side is ours.”

"Don't be a coward in your own territory."