The Viper Gang's Influence

Several hundred Viper Gang members stared blankly at the figure on the roof.

They never wanted to fight in the first place. Few people joined the underworld to conquer it all; most of them just wanted to survive.

Besides, the boss was dead. Who were they supposed to risk their lives for?

No one answered, but most of their gazes turned toward two burly niggas.

The two niggas also stared blankly at Bai Jing on the roof.

Niggas might be stupid, but they definitely had plenty of petty cleverness.

They had no idea what that rainbow light had been just now, but it had definitely come from the man in front of them. It had pierced through such a thick wall—what use were the vehicles in front of them?

This was on a completely different level from the opponents they usually fought! You told us to fight, but you never said the opponent was Superman!

"Looks like you two are in charge of the Viper Gang now?" Bai Jing noticed them as well. "What are your names?"

"John McKiver."

"Quincy McKiver..."

The two niggas hurriedly answered.

"We're from the Viper Gang..."

"Oh, brothers." Bai Jing thought about it, but those names did not ring any bells.

He raised his hand and flicked his fingers. Two playing cards shot out!

The two niggas immediately cried out in panic, "Don't kill us, we have—"

Splat!

Two heads fell to the ground at once!

Their round eyes, filled with unwillingness, stared blankly at a nigga beside them.

The nigga felt an icy chill surge from his toes straight to his scalp. He threw his gun to the ground, turned, and ran, shouting as he fled, "Mommy..."

Buzz!

Another streak of rainbow light flashed past, and the black figure crashed heavily to the ground!

"Running gets you killed too," Bai Jing said softly. "So then, who among the rest of you can make decisions?"

The crowd looked at each other, then instinctively turned toward the minor leaders beside them.

"W-Why are you looking at me? Don't get me killed!" one nigga leader screamed in terror. "I surrender! I surrender! Don't kill me! I like Jack Chan, I love Xia Nation, don't kill me..."

Bai Jing turned to look at the other minor leaders.

"We surrender too..." Another leader dropped to his knees and pushed forward a bespectacled White man. "Boss, this is the Viper Gang's accountant. He knows where all our money is!"

"We surrender too..." Their boss was dead, the two elders who could fight had been killed on the spot, and they had already seen what happened to anyone who ran. Only those who raised their hands and surrendered survived.

What else was there to choose?

"Tch!" Bai Jing curled his lip. There was no exhilaration of conquering territory at all!

I want an evenly matched battle, a back-and-forth confrontation! What was the point of this one-sided slaughter?

"Ryan, take over the men and collect their weapons. Alba Khan, sort out the funds and accounts!" Bai Jing called.

"Boss, Boss!" The accountant did not dare stand, afraid of getting cut to pieces. He crawled and rolled his way into the middle of the road. "I have a secret to tell you!"

"Hm?" Bai Jing waved a hand. "Take him back!"

In SpongeBob Hall, the White man sat on the sofa, cautiously looking around before glancing at the man seated across from him. Recalling how casually his own boss had just been killed, he involuntarily swallowed.

Asians had low status, but barbarians were naturally cowed by power rather than won over by virtue. As long as you displayed overwhelming strength, they would naturally take on the sycophantic manner they had from the start to please you.

Just as they had groveled before Temujin centuries ago.

"What did you want to say?" Bai Jing asked.

"Uh..." The White man looked around.

Bai Jing waved his hand. "Leave us."

Once the room had been cleared, Bai Jing continued looking at the White man.

Balding, pale-skinned, covered in hair, and reeking.

Do not look down on that sort of appearance. A great many immigrant women from Asia married people like this to obtain green cards.

"My name is Wade Gelt. I'm the Viper Gang's accountant, and also Roxxon Corporation's contact within the Viper Gang!" the White man said carefully.

"Roxxon Corporation?" Bai Jing thought about it. He did not seem to have heard of it.

It was not very famous!

"Roxxon Biotech Company mainly researches how biological genes manifest in the human body, as well as the effects of certain plants and herbs on the human body..." Wade said cautiously. "They cooperate with the Viper Gang. The Viper Gang helps Roxxon select test subjects, while Roxxon Corporation provides the Viper Gang with a drug called Ashkafe..."

"Test subjects for what? And what is Ashkafe?" Bai Jing asked with a frown.

"Most ordinary test subjects are addicts and gamblers who can't repay debts or gambling debts, homeless people drifting into Hell's Kitchen, as well as immigrants and illegal entrants without identification..." Wade said. "Ashkafe is a chemical extracted from belladonna and mixed with other drugs into a compound. It's an extremely addictive kind of washing powder. The Viper Gang sells this washing powder throughout the United States and has already formed a massive distribution network, with nearly hundreds of thousands of customers!"

"So?" Bai Jing narrowed his eyes. He had cleared out a wave of metabolic waste from his brain in the morning, and now he was getting sleepy again.

But he did not want to clear it out, because after experiencing a day of clarity, he always felt less like a person.

Being drowsy was quite comfortable anyway.

"So I hope that after taking over the Viper Gang, Boss, you can continue selling this drug. As long as Roxxon Corporation's affairs are not affected, Roxxon Corporation probably will not care who runs the Viper Gang!"

"And what if I don't?" Bai Jing asked.

"Ashkafe is expensive, and ordinary people cannot afford it. It represents hundreds of thousands of middle-class people. Then there are other kinds of washing powder, involving tens of thousands of gangs of all sizes and over ten million addicts across the United States..." Wade said seriously. "Only social stability lets us make money. If the supply routes are cut and things erupt, no one will have a good time!"

"I see!" Bai Jing suddenly understood why Kingpin had called just because he wanted to take over a Viper Gang.

He knew the Viper Gang had tremendous influence, but he never expected it to be this great! It was clearly just a small gang with little fighting power!

What he did not know was that the Viper Gang boss and the McKiver brothers all possessed drugs supplied by Roxxon Corporation that could drastically increase a person's strength, speed, and defense in a short period.

But they never had time to use them before Bai Jing killed them.

In Xia Nation, when you said that where there was light there was darkness, the government did not believe it. They insisted on wiping out the darkness for you to see.

But that would not work in America. Darkness had enormous ground to survive in. To clean it up, you needed a strong government, an iron-fisted president, and a violent organization with efficient execution.

And a huge amount of funding.

At least 180 trillion dollars, perhaps?

"So, if I cut off the connection between the Viper Gang and Roxxon Corporation, then there will be..."

"Not just Roxxon—there are also the Mexican supply routes!" Wade added.

"Oh, so if I cut off Roxxon Corporation and the Mexican supply routes, then tens of millions of people across the United States will cause social unrest because they cannot get their washing powder?" Bai Jing asked.

"That's right!" Wade nodded.

"Then since they control supply routes across the United States, why does the Viper Gang only have such a small territory? How did Kingpin get to be the boss?" Bai Jing asked curiously.

With washing-powder dealings on this scale, they should have been underworld kingpins!

Yet the Viper Gang boss had actually personally gone out to exchange gunfire with others?

"Uh, wasn't it because the boss had no brains..." Wade smiled awkwardly. "Besides, Kingpin had not done nothing. He introduced supply sources from Xia Nation and Southeast Asia, leaving the Viper Gang without the confidence to step up and compete for the top position..."

"Xia Nation produces it too..." Bai Jing was about to ask when he suddenly recalled a television drama that had once been extremely popular.

Thinking about the timeline, that village had indeed already started making washing powder by then.

Seeing that Bai Jing was somewhat tempted, Wade continued, "Actually, you do not need to manage anything. We already have a fixed process for purchasing and distributing goods..."

"No!" Bai Jing shook his head. "Cutting off the supply is clearly a great deed that benefits the country and the people!"

Wade got a headache. Why could he not understand?

"My mind is made up!" Bai Jing waved a hand. "From today onward, not a single gram of washing powder may enter my territory. Gather up everything currently here so I can destroy it. From now on, anyone who has it in my territory dies!"

"But!" Wade stomped his foot. "If you do this, you'll become the enemy of all of America's darkness!"

"Did you think I named the organization the Order Society as a joke?" Bai Jing raised his hand, and a playing card danced lightly between his fingertips.

At the sight, Wade immediately shuddered.

"Keep persuading me, and people will start dying!"

Wade fell silent and did not dare say another word.

"Over ten million people will be affected? What consequences will that produce?" Bai Jing rubbed his chin.

I'm very curious!

After all, he had only been able to see America's beautiful scenery through television and his phone in his previous life. He had never seen it with his own eyes.