Top-of-the-line luxury cars in the slums

The feud between the two families had lasted for a hundred and forty years. According to records verified by the courts and police alone, twelve people had died and ten were injured; exactly how many others had died in mysterious accidents or gone missing was likely known only to the core members of the two families.

During this period, the state governments of Virginia and Kentucky, city governments, state and city councils, police departments at all levels, and courts at all levels—a vast array of government departments and politicians—were dragged into the struggle between these two families.

Later, as the intensity of the slaughter escalated, a large number of citizens and politicians stood behind the Hatfield family and the McCoy family, supporting them.

At this point, both sides no longer just represented the positions of their respective families, but also the honor of Virginia State and Kentucky State.

In 1888, when the killing was at its fiercest, the American federal government had to step in to intervene, and even the National Guards of Kentucky and West Virginia were forced to step in to prevent the vendetta from escalating.

And these were just two local powerhouse families who could slaughter each other for a hundred years for the sake of family face. Once top-tier elite clans start fighting, the impact and the people and matters involved would only be greater.

The case of the century-long vendetta between the Hatfield family and the McCoy family served as a warning to the major families in America.

Using a few tricks to cheat others out of some money was fine. In business, you cheat me today and I cheat you tomorrow—that's a game based on commercial rules. This kind of commercial competition, which relies on skill and tactics, is perfectly fine.

But family honor is different. It is the very foundation upon which a family establishes itself in America.

The upper class in America and Europe values family honor and the legitimacy of family bloodlines above all else. One person might boast that their ancestor followed General Washington in the Revolutionary War, while another shouts that their ancestor participated in the drafting of the Declaration of Independence.

Still others constantly claim that their ancestors were among the first pilgrims to arrive on the North American continent on the Mayflower in 1620 and had signed the Mayflower Compact.

Why do they show off the glory of their ancestors? Because the American upper class truly recognizes and values these things.

Therefore, if anyone makes a joke out of another family's face and honor, things will definitely escalate to the point where people die.

Seeing the sincere apologies of the many Second-generation rich, Mars eventually forgave them. After all, there really was a bit of a misunderstanding in this matter.

Accepting their apologies now would earn him a lot of favors. If he clung to this issue, it would truly lead to a feud, and the Mars Family couldn't possibly go to war with so many major families for her sake.

Knowing when to stop is the choice of a wise person... Staten Island is the borough of New York that lacks modern development the most. Because the public facilities here are inadequate, the rent is very cheap. A large number of people working in Brooklyn and Manhattan choose to rent homes on Staten Island to save on rent.

In the past, the roads of Staten Island were filled with nothing but dilapidated old cars that emitted black smoke when the gas was pressed. On roads with even small potholes, the cars would rattle and clatter like a drum kit. It was a very rare occurrence for even a regular new car to appear.

But today, it was as if the Staten Island area had won the lottery; two mercedes-benz 450sel sedans actually drove into this commoner area.

This was a top-tier luxury car. In the past, such luxury vehicles would only appear in wealthy areas like the Upper East Side, Upper West Side, Southampton, or Chelsea in Manhattan.

But today, it was as if the sun had risen from the west. For such super-rich people to appear in a commoner area like Staten Island, how could it not be surprising?

The wealthy areas, commoner areas, and slums of America exist in a state of relative isolation. Under normal circumstances, these people would never appear in an area that does not match their status for their entire lives.

So, when these two mercedes-benz 450sel sedans entered Staten Island, they attracted the attention of all the residents there.

Under the watch of many eyes, the two mercedes-benz 450sel sedans stopped in front of a dilapidated detached house, and then a black-haired Chinese youth was seen getting out of the car.

Looking at the dilapidated house before him, Wang Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. The American people truly lead a bitter life.

But the more bitter, the better!

It was precisely because their lives were bitter enough that Wang Xiuyuan came to help them. Otherwise, how could he make them feel deeply grateful to him?

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Is anyone home?"

A bodyguard stepped forward to knock on the door. Soon, a white man nearly two meters tall walked out of the house. Looking at the grand display before his door, the white man couldn't help but feel timid.

"Who are you looking for? Is there something I can help you with?"

The bodyguard who knocked didn't answer the white man's question directly. He picked up the folder in his hand, opened it, found a page, glanced at it, and then began to read to himself.

"Andrew Smith, Delta Force Team B breacher, rank of Sergeant, discharged last July. Reason for discharge: daughter is seriously ill and needs care.

Confirming, is this you?"

A form filled with Andrew Smith's personal information appeared before him. Andrew Smith took a look, confirmed it was his information, and nodded with a dazed expression.

"My boss knows about your difficulties now. He can help you solve this problem. Would you like to talk to my boss?"

Hearing that someone could help him solve the problem of his daughter's medical treatment, Andrew Smith immediately fell into a state of shock. He could hardly believe his ears.

What was he? He was just a grunt who only knew how to go to the battlefield and shoot people. Other than that, he had no useful skills.

Right now, the most important thing for Andrew Smith was to treat his daughter's illness, but he simply had no money.

Watching his seriously ill daughter grow thinner day by day, Andrew Smith felt increasingly guilty. Sometimes he even thought about robbing a bank or an armored truck to get a sum of money for his daughter's treatment, but his conscience as a soldier kept him from taking that evil step.

It was just as well that Andrew Smith didn't mention this to Wang Xiuyuan; otherwise, Wang Xiuyuan would have really looked forward to seeing Andrew Smith rob a bank.

Before the end of the Cold War, most of the soldiers in the American military were from decent families and still had some sense of honor and morality as soldiers.

Unlike the American GIs of the twenty-first century, where those with a conscience are either forced to retire, die silently, or are assimilated and choose to join in the corruption.

Using the convenience of the American military to traffic drugs all over the world, they are capable of any evil. Even American gangs directly arrange for their members to join the military to recruit people, with an extremely high level of professional alignment.

If it were the twenty-first century, Andrew Smith's perception would have been subtly influenced by the comrades around him, and he would have had absolutely no psychological burden about robbing a bank to treat his daughter's illness.

Seeing that Andrew Smith hadn't responded for a long time, the bodyguard who knocked frowned and confirmed again.

"What, do you not want to treat your daughter's illness?"

"Oh, no, of course I want to treat my daughter. I also very much want to meet your boss. I'm willing to do whatever he asks. I want to talk to him."

Andrew Smith responded flusteredly. Seeing his panicked state, the bodyguard who knocked just gave a kind smile and then turned back to Wang Xiuyuan's side.

"Boss, that guy at the door is Andrew Smith. Do you want to talk here or go into his house?"

"Let's talk in his house. I can also see how his daughter is doing while we're at it."

(I had a dream last night that all the brothers who liked, followed, and sent me recommendation and monthly tickets became rich, and then they subscribed to my whole book. Damn, this dream feels so real.)