Nikolai got out of the backseat of his car, it was strange having it parked down the street from the casino.
The new changes had already been communicated to his men, and he had half-expected that a good chunk of them would leave. After all, the reputation he had built was what kept most of them around.
Just like with the Mafia Kings, a retaliation must have been expected by his men, but despite that not happening, most stuck around. A good number was still recovering from the explosion at the casino.
His office had been the point of the explosion; fortunately, it had been empty, but the impact sent rubble falling on those below the second floor. The ground floor had taken the most damage, and the fire had worsened things further.
There were a few casualties, but that was good news considering the scale of the damage. Most were shaken up, covered in dust with occasional first-degree burns, but there were a few unlucky ones who had gotten trapped under the falling rubble.
