Alibi Room.
"Mickey, I want to chat with you about something, is it a good time?" Kevin walked up beside Mickey, smiling goofily and patting Mickey on shoulder.
By this time, Mickey had already drunk quite a bit, feeling somewhat tipsy. He was missing Ian, who knows where he went. Being patted on shoulder by Kevin like this, turning his head and seeing Kevin's goofy smile, he immediately got a bit impatient. "???? Why are you smiling like a fxxking retard?"
Kevin wasn't annoyed at all, bearing his teeth and smiling even goofier. "Doesn't matter. I want to ask you something."
"Spit it out," Mickey chugged a mouthful of beer, replying domineeringly.
Kevin subconsciously looked at other drunkards, whispering. "A little private matter, not convenient to talk here."
Mickey raised his eyebrows, not understanding what private matter Kevin could have with him. He thought for a second. "My drinks tonight, your treat."
Haha, all shameless people. Even with money, Mickey still wanted to take advantage. After all, can't help for nothing.
Kevin grinned, showing his teeth. "No problem."
Soon, they arrived behind bar.
In alley behind, only a dim streetlight was on. It looked like a perfect place for committing crimes and fxxking around.
Sure enough.
Not too far to side, next to a large dumpster, a man and woman were howling and fxxking.
Kevin and Mickey both took a glance, used to it, and didn't care.
Mickey pulled out a cigarette and lit one. "Spit it out, what is it?"
Kevin scratched his head. Things were a bit complicated. Thinking for a few seconds, he finally opened his mouth. "You've been working with Dexter for a long time. You... you used to be a criminal..."
"Huh?" Hearing this, Mickey decisively raised his eyebrows.
Kevin hurriedly explained. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not discriminating against criminals. I think you're badass."
"What fxxking bullshit are you talking about? Just spit it out," Mickey took a fierce drag of his cigarette and urged.
"Okay. I want to ask, you should know very well what kind of person Dexter is, right?" Kevin asked tactfully.
Words entered his ears.
Mickey was indeed a mess in studies, in life, in many aspects, but in terms of crime, he was quite quick-witted. Therefore, he immediately sensed something wrong. Frowning slightly, he stared at Kevin for a few seconds. "Why suddenly run over to ask me this kind of question?"
"What do you want to do?"
Kevin fell silent for a short while. "A little situation came up. I need to confirm something."
"Confirm what?" Mickey asked with a much harsher tone, almost interrogating.
Kevin fell silent again. Finished, he still had to ask what needed to be asked. "Confirm if Dexter is a criminal."
Mickey stopped talking, smoking silently while his mind raced.
As a Milkovich, even though he had gone straight now, Mickey still followed rules of criminal world.
Dexter brought many good changes to his life. To put it simply, Dexter made him a lot of money, was always very good to him, and even lent him money when he encountered difficulties before.
So.
He had to be loyal... Of course, as a criminal, if facing special circumstances, if he had to sell out Dexter, he would still sell him out.
But right now, wasn't a special circumstance.
Mickey sobered up a lot all at once. "Veronica called you back, you went back once, then ran over to ask me this kind of question."
Mickey had been hanging around Alibi for quite a while now. He knew Kevin was quite stupid and knew Veronica was very bossy. He guessed Veronica probably found out something.
"What did Veronica tell you?" Mickey asked again.
Kevin was indeed quite stupid. Hearing this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He felt since Mickey already guessed what Veronica said, he could just say it directly without beating around bush.
So, Kevin nodded and roughly explained. "Fiona found V, said Dexter is a criminal. V is very scared, said she wants to quit restaurant job, and even asked me to break partnership with Dexter."
"I don't know what to do, so I wanted to confirm with you."
"??????" Mickey understood and was immediately speechless. He looked at Kevin like looking at a fxxking retard.
Seeing Mickey just looking at him like this without speaking, Kevin felt slightly bewildered. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"I'm thinking about exactly how stupid you are," Mickey said bluntly.
"..." Kevin choked, instinctively putting on a serious face. "I'm not stupid!"
"Heh," Mickey sneered coldly. "Kevin, you have a very good life right now. Not many people in South Side live better than you. If I were you, I would desperately hold onto this life and absolutely not destroy it!"
"Veronica is scared? Wants to quit?"
"Heh, she makes ten or twenty grand a month, right? Do you know in a place like South Side, how many people would kill someone for a few grand?"
"Heh, quit, let her quit. I want to see if she regrets it."
"Lastly, listen clearly. What kind of person Dexter is has nothing to do with you guys. Stop asking. As for what you just told me, I suggest you, and Veronica, honestly shut your fxxking mouths and don't blab to anyone else."
Mickey said all this in one breath. His tone clearly carried a ruthlessness that was a bit scary.
Kevin was scared. He blinked, realized what Mickey meant by that last sentence, and then nodded blankly.
Seeing this, Mickey threw away cigarette butt. "Any more bullshit to say?"
Kevin might not be smart, but he wasn't stupid enough to still not understand at this point.
Kevin understood, knowing Dexter indeed had another side, and shook his head with complicated emotions. "No more."
Mickey didn't waste breath, turned around, and returned to Alibi Room. Following that, without stopping his feet, he walked straight out front door, lit another cigarette, took a fierce drag, pulled out his phone, and called Dexter.
This wasn't kissing Dexter's ass. Instead, Mickey felt it was a 'you scratch my back, I scratch yours' situation; he had to give a heads-up about this kind of thing.
Call connected quickly.
"Boss, good time to talk? Got something to tell you," Mickey said, neither servile nor overbearing.
Dexter got up and walked out back door. "Spit it out."
Mickey recounted what happened.
Dexter actually roughly guessed it was something like this and smiled. "Thanks."
Mickey hesitated slightly. "What are you gonna do? My cousins can help you solve this problem."
Haha.
Those Milkoviches.
Truth be told, in a chaotic shithole like South Side, crazy Milkovich family, if they had a proper leader, actually had a high chance of becoming a large crime family.
However, those Milkoviches were inconsistent, had no discipline, and loved fxxking around blindly.
Facing this proposal from Mickey, Dexter immediately laughed. "Haha, Mickey, what are you saying? I am a law-abiding citizen."
"..." Mickey felt like he just heard a joke.
"But keep this proposal on hold for now. Your Milkovich family might actually be able to help me out in a while," Dexter said with a smile.
Mickey was startled. "????? Do what?"
"I'll tell you when time comes. That's it for now, hanging up," Dexter finished speaking and hung up call.
He had a plan.
Controlling both legitimate and criminal worlds was only way to own South Side, right?