"Kid, are you brain-dead?" Seeing Bai Jing point a gun at his own head, the gangsters were all dumbfounded.
If you wanted to be the boss, you should have pointed the gun at us and threatened us. What was with pointing it at yourself?
"What, if we don't agree, are you going to shoot yourself?" As soon as one man said that, everyone else burst into laughter.
"Yeah, yeah! Little brat, don't tell me your bullets can curve!"
Another round of laughter erupted.
The air was filled with merriment.
"You were such a pathetic boss. You died just like that, and not a single person was sad?" Bai Jing glanced at Bront's corpse beside him, then looked at the laughing crowd.
He raised his hand and pulled the trigger!
A revolver held six bullets.
That nigga in the alley had used up three. Bai Jing had used two more to take out Bront and Carland.
This was the final bullet!
Bang!
Gunpowder erupted, and the bullet left the barrel!
The orange-yellow bullet, carrying an impact speed of 300 m/s, shot straight toward Bai Jing's temple!
Only then did Bai Jing raise his left hand, swiftly reaching toward his right temple before snapping his fingers shut!
An orange-yellow bullet was caught squarely between his index and middle fingers!
The laughter in the hall seemed to have been paused, stopping in unison in an instant.
Bai Jing loosened his fingers. The bullet clinked onto the gray-black marble floor, its sound striking everyone's hearts as well.
Every single bodyguard stared at the bullet on the floor in shock, their faces filled with doubt and disbelief!
That was a bullet! Even if it was only from a revolver, how could someone possibly catch it?
"Among all martial arts, only speed is invincible!" Bai Jing looked at them calmly. "From now on, I call the shots in the Gray Squirrel Gang. Who's in favor, and who's against it?"
The bodyguards looked at each other. No one dared make a sound.
"I'm in favor!" Seeing this, Ryan hurriedly raised his hand. "Our Gray Squirrel Gang should have gotten a wiser boss long ago!"
"Ah, right, right!" One bodyguard immediately lowered his gun. "From now on, you're our boss!"
"That's right, that's right..." The other bodyguards quickly nodded and silently tucked the guns aimed at Bai Jing back into their suits.
Catching bullets with his bare hand—who had ever seen that?
Of course, it could have been fake, enhanced with special effects, but no one dared gamble on that possibility. What if it wasn't?
They were bodyguards, not suicide warriors.
"Good!" Bai Jing nodded. "Clean up the bodies, call the main leaders over for a meeting, and tell me everything about the Gray Squirrel Gang—its current situation, its main business, all of it!"
"Yes!" The bodyguards nodded and turned to leave. Two of them came over and cautiously dragged away the Quinn Brothers' bodies.
Bai Jing sat back down on the sofa, casually brushed away the dust mites and dirt on it, then turned the television back on.
SpongeBob had already ended. A paternity test show was on now, with the host shouting that the child wasn't his.
Then the woman covered her face and ran off, leaving only the man cheering excitedly onstage.
"Boss, this is the Gray Squirrel Gang's information!" A ravine formed by a pair of round, fair breasts suddenly appeared before Bai Jing. He looked up to see a blonde, blue-eyed girl standing before him, around 1.7 meters tall with an incredible figure.
"Denny Roberts!" The girl set down the documents in her arms and extended her hand. "Secretary of the Gray Squirrel Gang!"
"Ah, oh..." Bai Jing reached out and lightly shook her hand twice. "You can go now."
"Uh." Denny's face darkened. I deliberately wore something sexy, even sprayed perfume to cover my body odor and put on powder to hide my pores. Are you blind? How could you ignore my charm?
But she only dared say that in her heart. After all, Bront's body had only just been carried away.
"Tch!" Bai Jing rolled his eyes. Western women's skin was worse than his. How could he possibly be interested?
Wouldn't an asian girl be better?
My wife is Yui Aragaki!
He lowered his head to read the documents. After only two pages, he sensed someone else approaching.
Ryan had dragged over an Indian man from somewhere. He had dark skin, deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, messy facial hair, and an overall rather refined bearing, with gold-rimmed glasses to boot.
"Boss, this is our Gray Squirrel Gang accountant, Alba Khan!" Ryan said.
"Hello, Boss!" Alba Khan spoke excellent English, with barely any curry accent. "My name is Alba Khan. I graduated from Princeton University's mathematics department, and I'm thirty-eight this year!"
"Huh? Isn't Princeton University's mathematics department number one in the world? How did you end up like this?" Bai Jing was stunned.
Princeton University was a place every academic prodigy protagonist had to visit to show off, especially its mathematics department. Even if it wasn't the best in the world, it couldn't be far from it.
For Bai Jing, who had graduated from a second-tier college in his previous life, such a holy place was something he had never even dared dream about!
Someone from that school, even if they didn't pursue mathematical research, would usually be hired by Wall Street for a high salary. So how had he ended up as a gang accountant?
Alba Khan gave an awkward smile.
"He used to work on Wall Street too, but then he hooked up with his boss's daughters..." Ryan said from the side.
"That's not a big deal!" Bai Jing said. "You could marry one of his daughters!"
After all, a Princeton University mathematics graduate was more than qualified to be someone's son-in-law!
"That boss had four daughters!" Ryan held up fingers beside him. "The youngest was only fourteen!"
Uh.
Bai Jing was speechless. "Don't tell me you did them all..."
"When you're handsome, that's just how it is!" Alba Khan sighed. "Boss, you're as handsome as I am. You must often have the same troubles, right?"
"I, uh, yeah!" Bai Jing nodded awkwardly. "That's right, that's how it is. Women always cling to you, and you can't shake them off. I was fucking at work, and they'd still come running into the office..."
If he could have afforded the 300,000 yuan bride price and the 1.5 million yuan house, Bai Jing probably would have gotten married too.
So the outcome was simple. Alba Khan had not only hooked up with all four daughters of that executive, but was also indiscriminate in his tastes in daily life. As a result, Wall Street blacklisted him, and that executive even put a bounty on him.
Though no one had actually tried to assassinate him.
Fortunately, Hell's Kitchen didn't care about that. There were plenty of women of the night here, since most of them had come to Broadway to chase their dreams, and the quality was exceptionally high.
Maybe you could randomly run into a streetwalker and she'd belt out a rendition of Nessun Dorma for you.
"Fine, that's not important!" Bai Jing waved his hand. "First, tell me how much money the Gray Squirrel Gang has right now."
"The money the Quinn Brothers deposited through me should be around two million dollars. As for whether they had private accounts of their own, I don't know!" Alba Khan answered honestly.
"Huh? So little? Did you embezzle it?" Bai Jing was shocked.
"No!" Alba Khan hurriedly shook his head. "I'm an accountant with professional ethics. How could I embezzle my employer's assets?"
"But isn't the Gray Squirrel Gang a gang that's existed for five or six years? How could it have only this much money?" Bai Jing turned to Ryan. He seemed to have seen that in the introduction he had just read.
"Six years. We started in 2002!" Ryan answered.
"But eighty percent of the gang's profits have to be handed over to Kingpin. Only twenty percent remains, and we still have to support so many people. We simply can't save any money!" Alba Khan said honestly.
"Huh?" Bai Jing froze. "Who did you just say?"
"Kingpin, the underground king of New York!" Alba Khan answered. "But you don't need to worry about him, Boss. As long as we report to him and keep turning over profits as usual, he won't affect us!"
"Wait, wait, wait!" Bai Jing rubbed his temples and asked, "Do you know Tony Stark?"
"That playboy? I'd like to know him, but he doesn't know me!" Alba Khan said.
Bai Jing was silent for a long time, then asked, "Osborn?"
"The Osborn Group, the country's fourth-largest military-industrial group?" Alba Khan asked in return.
Bai Jing was silent for a long time before opening his mouth. "Fuck!"
I thought I was the only one with superpowers, and now you're telling me this fucking world is Marvel?
I'd already made up my mind to buy a Lithography Machine and get the hell out of here!
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