Chapter 1195: Chapter 167: At the End of Dusk, He Will Be Crowned the Eternal King of the Night_5

Cheng said indifferently.

How disgusting is this bastard Gru?

He’s now using Cheng’s victory points to redeem spoils for himself!

Although the sheriff’s position and the new National Guard unit were promised by Cheng to Gru.

But this matter, as Cheng once said when he pressed down on Eli’s shoulder — I can give, but you cannot take!

Yet, considering the overall big picture, Cheng still has to win over Gru for now.

Wolf has already been pushed to the opposing side by Cheng, and Cheng’s personal forces are not yet strong enough to be reliable. If Gru were to defect now, Cheng’s great prospects might be ruined.

That’s the price Cheng needs to pay, no matter how heart-wrenching, it must be given!

“Privatization of the San Rodolfo County prison? Doesn’t it have nothing to do with those two things?”

Gasetti asked perplexed.

He had long known that the California Elephant Party wanted to reconcile with the California Clique, but after confirming it from Cheng’s mouth, he still felt utterly absurd.

It can be said this combination is not unlike a wedding between a weasel and a chicken.

“It’s related. They’re planning to abandon you, Mr. Mayor. Why do you think I dared to shoot you?

YOU OUT—you’re out!”

Gru exchanged a new magazine, raised his AR-15 with one hand, and placed the muzzle against Gasetti’s forehead.

After firing forty rounds, the AR-15’s muzzle was scorching, but Gasetti’s soul had plunged into an icy abyss.

He saw Cheng standing there expressionless, while Gru continued saying something with a proud face, but he couldn’t hear it clearly.

The immense pressure made him experience tinnitus, causing Gasetti to feel dizzy.

Suddenly, he uncontrollably started to vomit.

Gru put away the gun, approached, and grabbed Gasetti’s face, thinking he was feigning illness.

Cheng unconsciously closed his eyes.

He had tormented countless people, committing too many sins.

Good, bad, noble, despicable; Cheng was the nameless king of the California Elephant Party and his own ruler. Nothing could judge or define him, but he still had emotional fluctuations because of the pressure he bore.

Humans are ultimately not unfeeling machines.

“Chan, this damn fool is just scared.”

Gru confirmed the situation, saying to Cheng with some speechlessness.

“I told you earlier, you overestimated these people. They’re just trash; if not for his family’s backing, if not for his wife, he wouldn’t have reached the mayor’s position!”

Cheng Daqi opened his eyes, nodded, indicating his approval of Gru’s judgment.

The situation has reached this point, one must resolutely pursue it to the end.

The strategy of success is inherently to be ruthless in pursuit of goals.

Law never judges the victor!

So-called limitations often arise when the victor actively closes the shortcut to success after achieving it.

Seeing Cheng remain silent, seemingly unwilling to make any special comments, the black policeman cursed him inwardly.

Then, Gru pulled Gasetti’s hair and looked down at this renowned Mr. Mayor.

“Five million dollars, get the job done. Don’t stand in our way, or I’ll have your entire family killed — no one will seek justice for you!”

The final moments between Cheng and Wolf saw their conflict headed towards a conclusion with the most blatant threats.

During the closing moments of Gru and Gasetti, the black police, supported by Cheng and condoned by Nanxi, enforced the true meaning of power with absolute violence.

Ugly, simple, even brutal, but highly effective.

When the balance starts to tilt locally, Gasetti is already trapped in a dire situation where he can’t even struggle.

The so-called compromise, the so-called maneuvering, at this moment, lost all significance.

Politics is the game of power.

Power comes from strength.

In tribal times, this strength was how many people you had in your village.

In the feudal era, this strength was how many soldiers and grain you could send to the front lines.

In the industrial era, this strength was how much production capacity you had to effectively convert into military power.

In today’s capital era, this strength has turned into the high-low strength of capital power.

In terms of absolute wealth figures, Cheng is still some distance away compared to many of America’s super-rich.

But in terms of influence constructed through capital organization relationships, Cheng, having thrown himself into the game and developed to today, has surpassed too many of those empty big shots eager to advance cautiously.

“I told you, the City Council won’t pass it. Chan, you can’t solve this by forcing me.”

Gasetti gasped, squeezing out his last protest from his throat.

He dared not threaten these fierce beasts, knowing Cheng can fight Nanxi evenly, and Gru never had any reverence for him.

So, Gasetti could only cite America’s rules and order, hoping to make these lunatics relent.

“Chan, what about the City Council?”

Gru also scratched his head. From his personal perspective, the black police thought if Gasetti died, so be it, ultimately just an ‘accident’.

But if they had to deal with each member of the San Rodolfo City Council one by one, it would be too troublesome. There are quite a few in the City Council, each backed by different interest groups.

If mishandled, it might be another futile disaster without gain.

Cheng Daqi actually wanted to kill.

In his view, since things have come to this point, killing everyone who dared to block him would also send a message to others.

But considering that killing in San Rodolfo couldn’t bypass Gru, and he would also face backlash from Gru, Cheng ultimately abandoned this plan.