Chapter 147
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Imperial Night nightclub is one of the best nightclubs in the Imperial District.
It is said that after the Camille Gang first arrived in Golden Port City, their initial stronghold was the Imperial Night nightclub.
Heller’s grandfather founded this nightclub with his family, using “Imperial charm” as a gimmick to sell cheap Imperial girls to Federation people.
At that time, in other places, it would cost eighty or ninety cents for a single encounter, but here, it only cost fifteen cents, attracting many customers.
As time went on, they not only made money but also offended some loosely organized gangs, leading to some conflicts.
From then on, Heller’s father and his people began to think about forming a gang to protect themselves, and they quickly put it into action.
The Camille Gang, with “Camilla” in the Imperial language meaning something similar to homesickness, quickly became famous within the Imperial community with the slogan “helping our hometown people from being bullied” because they had money.
At that time, this area was not yet called the Imperial District, and the number of Imperial people living here was less than fifteen percent of the Federation people, so they indeed needed protection.
In such a social environment and background, the Camille Gang developed at an incredible speed, continuously winning and growing stronger in numerous gang battles.
Local gangs were unwilling to see an outsider gang grow strong here, so the conflict constantly escalated and changed.
During this process, several leaders and founding family members of the Camille Gang were killed. This also led to each new leader having their own ideas and operating their own criminal businesses.
It is said that Heller’s uncle was the first to use kidnapping and extortion. Someone caused trouble at the Imperial Night nightclub, and he kidnapped them, extorting six hundred dollars from them.
At that time, six hundred dollars was not a small sum, so he began to treat this as a business.
After kidnapping Federation people twice and facing insane crackdowns from the authorities, he realized that kidnapping Federation people was not a good choice, and then turned his attention to new immigrants.
These people were not valued by the Federation people, and at that time, only those with money could immigrate to the Federation; it was impossible to immigrate without money.
These people had not established social connections locally, so if they were kidnapped, no one would know, and even if someone did know, they wouldn’t seek help for them.
His uncle made a lot of money using this method, and even after his death, when Heller inherited the gang, the kidnapping business did not stop, but continued to this day.
Imperial Night nightclub still holds an unshakable and sacred position in the hearts of the Camille Gang and its members!
Even with the current special circumstances, it has not ceased operations.
At 7:30 PM, the luxurious, opera house-like Imperial Night nightclub’s neon lights began to flicker. The warm, ambiguous glow of the neon tubes vaguely indicated from afar what kind of business was conducted here.
Of course, its scope of business is now much larger; it’s no longer just prostitution, but also includes performances, singers providing background vocals, and other entertainment activities.
Here, one could watch the dances that ordinary people loved most: a group of girls in exquisite tops but no bottoms, arm in arm, high-kicking with bare bottoms.
There were even several gambling tables here.
Although the Imperial District was not very wealthy, with its population base, there would always be people willing to play a few rounds.
Heller had some dealings with the Kodak Family, all centered around these gambling tables.
Given that the Camille Gang was the largest gang in the Imperial District, without exception, the Kodak Family only charged them forty percent “gambling table tax.”
This tax was not a real tax; it was a tax for the Kodak Family not to bother you. You could choose not to pay, but then they would come looking for trouble.
The Kodak Family was increasingly less like a gangster family. Their income was growing, and the family’s decision-makers seemed to be planning to legitimize themselves.
However, this was not an easy thing to do, even if they were all locals.
At 8:00 PM, the Imperial Night nightclub gradually started to fill up. In this era, there weren’t many nighttime entertainment options to begin with.
Although televisions had been invented, their slightly expensive price and limited programming couldn’t attract ordinary consumers.
Instead, opera houses, cinemas, acrobatics troupes, and circuses were more popular.
Of course, nightclubs, strip clubs, and similar places also had a considerable number of loyal followers.
Coming here to play a few rounds, watching a free show if they lost, and experiencing Imperial charm if they won—this was how some people in the Imperial District spent their nights and their money.
Seeing the place gradually become lively, and with seemingly no one causing trouble, the manager of Imperial Night finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He returned to the manager’s office on the second floor and poured himself a drink.
He was a professional manager, responsible for the operations of Imperial Night. The actual “person in charge” was the deputy manager, but the deputy manager hadn’t been here recently, reportedly staying in the manor with the boss and not coming out.
He was in charge of the entire nightclub, and while this gave him a taste of the sweetness of power, it also made him a little scared.
Surely no one would… seek revenge on him, would they?
At the same time, he was somewhat worried, because he had also heard rumors these past two days that if the Lance Family completely dealt with the Camille Gang and took over this area, the Lance Family’s boss had privately stated that he would only collect a symbolic fee of five dollars.
This made the manager feel a terrible pressure, as if the entire Imperial District had become “three-dimensional.” The will of the people turned into surging tides, and they all had a common goal—to eliminate the Camille Gang!
As time passed, more and more people came to play at the nightclub. And just as it approached ten o’clock, when the crowd was at its peak, several cars suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Imperial Night nightclub. A large group of people dressed in black trench coats, wearing hats, and carrying weapons got out of the cars.
The four gang members standing on the steps didn’t even have time to react before gunshots erupted.
The doorman shouted, “The Lance Family is attacking!” as he fled into the nightclub. However, from the surprised smile on his face, he didn’t seem so afraid or nervous!
Instantly, the entire nightclub descended into chaos!
It seemed like gunshots were everywhere. The manager also hid under the table, not daring to show his head. None of this had anything to do with him.
A middle-aged man, woken by the gunshots, rubbed his eyes and walked unhappily to the window. He looked at the crackling nightclub nearby and was about to pick up the phone on the table when his old father pushed his hand down.
Father and son looked at each other for a moment, and the old man shook his head slightly, “That’s the Camille Gang, the gang that harms Imperial people. They are performing an act of justice.”
The man was silent for a moment, then quietly walked to the window with his father, watching the popping gunfire outside.
The moment the gunshots rang out, resistance was already almost completely shattered.
Those who were still guarding Imperial Night knew very well that despite the already dire situation, the gang still wanted them to work in a dangerous environment. This meant they weren’t being treated as human beings!
Coupled with the dual “propaganda” of public opinion and force during this period, the Camille Gang itself was already in a state of panic.
They were ready to surrender. Even the manager, who was hiding under the table, had already straightened his attire, ready to deliver an impassioned speech along the lines of “you can do anything to me as long as you don’t harm me.”
They were worried that Lance’s people would suddenly burst in, but at the same time, they were also worried that they wouldn’t.
The gunfire at the entrance was intense.
One moment it was the popping sound of pistols, the next it was the rat-a-tat of submachine guns, but they just didn’t come in.
The security captain walked out of the security captain’s office, hearing the intense gunfire outside with some fear. He quietly pulled his trusted subordinate over. “Who’s holding the front outside?”
“Quickly pull everyone back. Their firepower is so intense, are you trying to die?”
For the security captain, getting a fixed salary every month, it really wasn’t worth risking his life for a few dozen dollars.
He was just a security captain, not even a true captain in the Camille Gang, earning only fifty dollars a month.
Risking his life for fifty dollars?
He didn’t think his life was that cheap!
Soon his subordinate returned, looking bewildered. “The entrance… there’s no one. Just… their bodies, and a few people in the cars on the steps firing warning shots…”
Although the security captain’s mind wasn’t particularly bright, at this moment, he realized something.
His subordinate also seemed to realize the same thing as him, but after the two exchanged glances, they both tacitly chose to pretend not to know.
In the office on the second floor, someone had already dialed for help. The gunshots outside were so intense, they simply couldn’t be blocked!
Now, he could only hope that Heller would come and save them!
Heller, already asleep, was startled awake by the ringing of the phone. He had just taken his medicine and fallen asleep, but not deeply.
Being startled awake at such a time was actually the most uncomfortable. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, feeling a sense of decadence.
And that incredibly disappointing guy had actually surrendered and gone to jail, just to avoid Lance. Was it necessary to go to such lengths?
Now everyone was laughing at him, calling him the disgrace of the gang. He had even developed a thought of retreating from the scene.
He looked at the phone on his bedside table for a while, then turned on the bedside lamp and picked it up. “This is Heller Manor.”
“Boss, Lance’s people are attacking Imperial Night. We’re about to collapse…”
The intense gunfire from the receiver made Heller’s face show some painful expressions. He clutched his chest; it had started aching again.
“How many people did they bring?”
“The person who saw them just now said five or six cars, seems like twenty or thirty people.”
The person on the phone suddenly felt that there were also many security guards at the nightclub. Would saying such a small number make Heller, the boss, think he was useless?
So he added, “But when I looked myself, it was thirty or forty people, all with submachine guns. The firepower is too strong!”
Heller was stunned for a moment, and his tone also became severe. “Thirty or forty people?”
“You’re sure you didn’t see wrong?”
At this moment, how dared the person on the phone say he was mistaken?
Even if he had said a thousand people earlier, he could only stick to that number now, let alone that what he said wasn’t exaggerated, “Really, boss, only thirty or forty people, I’m not lying!”
Heller frowned slightly. “You all protect yourselves. We’ll be there soon!”
He said this, wanting to get out of bed, but the dull pain in his chest made him slow.
He sat for about ten seconds, then supported himself on the bedside table and stood up, walking out of the bedroom.
He quickly came to the main living room, where many people were sitting or lying down. They were gang members protecting Heller, including his two trusted subordinates.
Seeing Heller come out in his pajamas, the two immediately stood up. “Boss?”
Heller stood on the second-floor staircase, not coming down. “Imperial Night called me. Lance’s people are storming the nightclub. All of them went!”
“The people left there saw at least thirty or forty of them. The nightclub is still resisting, and I heard intense gunfire.”
“This is an opportunity!”
A fierce glint flickered in Heller’s eyes. After all, even if some of his criminal activities were underhanded, he was still a wicked man, a ruthless one.
Being humiliated to such an extent by a group of young upstarts, he was also extremely furious!
The two trusted subordinates saw his appearance and knew that the boss had made his decision.
“We’ve been looking for them, and they’ve been hiding like rats in the sewers. Now they’ve finally shown their tails, and we’ve stepped on them!”
“Immediately, immediately arrange for people to go there and kill them all. Don’t let a single one escape!”
He was clutching the front of his shirt, and the veins on his arms and neck were bulging. With a ruthless intensity, every word was squeezed out from between his teeth!
“Don’t let a single one escape!”
“Not a single one!”
One of them worried, “What if they…”
Heller was silent for a moment. “I’ll go to the safe room. I’ll come out when you return.”
“They can’t get in there.”
The so-called “safe room” was actually his safe, but this safe was very large, the size of a room.
The entire room was made of steel, and it also had a bolt and unlocking system inside. As long as the bolt was in place, even explosives couldn’t blow it open!
The two trusted subordinates exchanged glances. They were completely tied to Heller; many bad deeds were ordered by Heller.
As long as Heller was alive, leading the way, they would be fine.
Because harming them was equivalent to slapping Heller’s face, and Heller was the kind of person who held grudges.
If Heller died, the person protecting them would be gone, and they would have to bear those responsibilities themselves.
Over the years, the number of kidnap victims they had killed was not small. The families of these victims weren’t unaware of who they were; they just suffered from the Camille Gang protecting them, making it impossible to act.
Without Heller, without the Camille Gang, Lance wouldn’t even need to deal with them; the families of the murdered victims would devour them alive!
“Hide well. Don’t come out until we return.”
Heller had someone help him to the safe. He dismissed his subordinates and went inside himself.
Perhaps the heavy safe door gave him a sense of security; he felt incredibly secure in there.
On the other side, the two trusted subordinates gathered their men and immediately drove away from the manor. They had a total of twelve cars, and at least seventy or eighty people left.
Everyone carried pistols, and many had submachine guns.
Before, when they planned to surround and kill Lance’s group, they were blocked at the alley entrance by submachine guns and couldn’t get in. This time, they would use them too!
A long convoy of cars with bright headlights formed a long dragon on the road, but they didn’t notice the pairs of eyes watching them from behind the roadside bushes.
After the convoy had driven a certain distance, four sedans and a truck emerged from the bushes, stomping on the gas and ramming into the gate of Heller’s manor!
The two gang members who had just locked the iron gate didn’t even have time to walk back into the house when they heard a loud crash. The large iron gate was directly pushed out by a truck!
Next, four sedans quickly burst out from behind it. The guys leaning out of the car windows flicked their hair (there were streetlights) and their submachine guns instantly spat out bright sparks.
The two fell into pools of blood by the roadside. In the darkness, at the last moment of their lives, they looked at each other, as if asking each other, “Who the hell is this idiot?”
A large number of elite forces had just left, and Lance’s people immediately attacked. The manor was instantly in a chaotic uproar, and the gunshots made Heller, who had just found a moment of peace, sit up with a start.
He quickly walked to a small safe, his slightly trembling hand turning the rotary combination lock, opening it, and taking out a pistol, clutching it in his hand.
The sounds of gunfire from outside gradually intensified, getting closer and closer to him.
The screams of the maids, the horrific wails of the men, and the intermittent gunshots.
Gradually, the gunshots ceased, and there was no sound anymore.
About half a minute later, suddenly, a non-piercing gunshot made Heller shiver!
His heart beat violently and uneasily…
“…Where is Heller?”
Lance stood in the main hall. The maids and those who were clearly ordinary servants stood in the corner.
The remaining injured or those who had given up resistance gathered together.
There was a body at Lance’s feet. He refused to answer Lance’s question, and Lance granted his wish.
He looked at another person. “You, tell me, where is he?”
That person didn’t answer immediately, seemingly hesitating, but Lance didn’t have that much patience.
With a bang, he fell down. Then he looked at the person next to him. “Where is Heller?”
Seeing that Lance seemed unwilling to even wait for him to consider whether to answer before shooting, this guy couldn’t take it anymore and blurted out, “In the study on the second floor. There’s a door between two bookshelves. Inside is a large safe. He locked himself in the safe.”
Lance glanced at him, then at Hiram, giving him a look.
As he turned and walked upstairs, Hiram and a few people beside him immediately pulled the triggers of their submachine guns.
After a series of extremely violent rat-a-tat sounds, the entire manor finally welcomed its ultimate tranquility!
A trembling maid led Lance to the study. Lance saw the open door and another door inside.
At the same time, a muffled voice came from inside the safe, “Who’s there?”
(End of this chapter)
