The Mafia Empire

The children surrounding them hesitated, but under the temptation of the money in Julian's hand, they kept pressing forward.

With more and more kids coming, Julian realized that this could go on forever. He pulled out another roll of bills, combined two rolls together, and threw them into the crowd. In an instant, over a hundred bills were tossed into the air, falling like snowflakes, creating a "rain of money" over the crowd.

The children's attention immediately shifted from Julian and Dave to the bills falling from the sky.

This generous display also brought some adults out of their homes. They didn't take action but stood on the street, watching as one unfamiliar and one familiar young man walked toward them.

"Hey, Dave, what are you doing here?" someone asked. Dave smiled and shook his head without saying a word, pointing at Julian.

Julian stepped onto the sidewalk. The children were still scrambling for the bills raining down, and there was no one around him. He adjusted his clothing and put on a serious expression, trying to look as earnest and solemn as possible. His gaze slowly moved over the adults standing by the roadside, and most of them instinctively looked away when his eyes met theirs.

It wasn't that Julian's gaze was particularly fierce, but his previous extravagant behavior made these adults realize that this was a young man they couldn't afford to offend.

Because he had money.

In this cruel yet fantastical society, money was the standard by which everything was measured. If you had money, you were powerful, you could be justified, and even unreasonable. If you didn't have money, it was better to remain a peaceful, unbothered poor person and avoid bringing trouble upon yourself.

"My name is Julian!" Julian introduced himself in a deep voice to the adults around him. "Some of you may have heard of me but never seen me. Today, I'm here to bring sad news and offer my confession."

"I've never thought of myself as some great figure. I'm just a normal person struggling in this damned society. Maybe one day, I'll have countless bills and lay in a mansion fooling around with dozens of women." Some people around chuckled, but Julian didn't. The next part wasn't funny.

"But there's also another possibility: I could die one day, at an unremarkable moment, from a stray bullet at a street corner."

"I understand that I've caused some of you to lose children and loved ones, and for that, I am deeply sorry. I sincerely apologize for my mistakes and for the pain I caused in your families. Now, following the course of fate, I stand before you to offer my most humble apology."

The crowd slowly parted, and two women with grief-stricken faces supported each other as they walked up to Julian. These were relatives of two teenagers who had died in a fight. The sorrow on their faces was as deeply etched as an artist's sculpture, carved into their skin, muscles, and even their souls!

Julian stepped forward, grasped their noticeably aged hands, and held them tightly. "I know that no matter how much I try to make amends, I can never fill the void left by your lost loved ones. But I'm here. I don't expect your forgiveness, but I hope I can use my humble abilities to do my best to compensate for your loss."

At this moment, Dave walked over and pulled out two rolls of money from his pocket. Each roll was made of ten-dollar bills, totaling several hundred, maybe even a thousand dollars. The surrounding Guar people gasped. This was the most money they had ever seen in one place in their entire lives. The impact was like facing a towering tsunami, shaking both their bodies and spirits.

Julian placed the two rolls of money into the hands of the two women, pressing them tightly. "I am a shameful person, for in this moment, I find no other way to comfort you than with money. Accept this, along with my apology, my promise, and my remorse!"

"I will build a school nearby, a free school where any Guar child can receive an education without paying a single penny.

"I will build a park where all the children can play on clean lawns.

"I will establish a hospital, perhaps not the most advanced, but I guarantee there will be no consultation fees, and treatment costs will be far lower than other hospitals."

"I am Julian. Keep your eyes on me, and I will lead everyone down a different path. There may be difficulties, death, and sacrifices, but as long as I live!"

Julian's words poured down over the entire neighborhood like a torrential rain, drawing more and more adults closer. They constantly asked those around them what Julian had just said and why everyone was so excited.

The world majority of people provided for the luxurious lives of the few, elevated their social status, and allowed them to enjoy wealth and wield unlimited power. But if one day, these 95% of the poor no longer wish to raise them, what will they have left?

Julian never considered the poor Guar people as a burden on his path to struggle and development. On the contrary, these people could very well be the strongest foundation for building his empire!

"I once promised..." As soon as Julian spoke, the previously noisy crowd quieted down instantly. Aside from the occasional laughter of the children, only Julian's voice could be heard on the street. "The parents of every member of the fellowship are my parents. We should be one family; all Guar should be one family.

God has bestowed upon us the bloodline of King Ordlero, and we should unite closely together to roar against all who dare to discriminate against us, threaten us, or mistreat us!"

"The bloodline of King Ordlero still flows within us. The will of the king has never been extinguished, and even though our nation has fallen, the descendants of Ordlero will never submit to the manipulations of fate!"