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Zhang Yu is the new leader of Golden Tiger Gang. He is almost fifty. There are many people of his generation who are better at fighting and smarter than him.
Zhang Yu's greatest ability: being able to survive. He tortured all those who were more qualified and better than him, tortured them to death, and put them in jail.
There is a kind of victory called, I will live longer than you.
Zhang Yu's problem is that there are a few young people down there who are dissatisfied with him, but he can't do anything with them.
So Qin Yi proposed that Tang Zhong come back as deputy gang leader. It seemed like a ridiculous suggestion, but Zhang Yu agreed.
First of all, he knew that Tang Zhong was a man of rules and morality. Once he returned to Golden Tiger Gang, he might have objections to him, but he would never do anything to usurp the throne.
Secondly, he needs a tool man who has no foundation but can control the people below him.
When he thought about it, Tang Zhong left Golden Tiger Gang and became a cook, which was a very bad job. With the position of "deputy gang leader", the other party didn't rush over to him.
However, Tang Zhong unexpectedly refused.
Zhang Yu was so angry that he threw several bottles of top quality whiskey.
But he didn't have the guts to bet on whether twenty years of ordinary life had erased Tang Zhong's strength.
So, he vented the rest of his anger on women.
At this time.
Looking at the two women on the bed who were as soft as clay after being tortured by him, Zhang Yu smiled and felt that his confidence was back.
He was holding red wine and looking down at the feasting lights of Chinatown. His former ambitions boiled in his blood again -
"I have the final say on this street from now on!"
So proud!
It seems like I have returned to my youth.
suddenly.
The lights flashed.
In the reflection from the floor-to-ceiling windows, someone is sitting on the sofa behind him.
It appeared very suddenly.
It's like screen editing.
Zhang Yu stiffened and then regained his composure - as the leader of a gang, he was certainly not a waste, he was just not good enough.
He held the wine glass and pretended to still be admiring the night view, his mind racing.
He has six bodyguards, and he disappears and takes turns protecting him. Did the other party come in to deal with the bodyguards? If so, how could there be no movement at all? All his bodyguards were from special forces.
Came in lurking?
Then why don't you create some noise and let the bodyguards break in?
The problem is, he has to survive while the bodyguards rush in.
There's a gun hidden under his pillow, maybe...
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Zhang Yu's mind.
Not a bad idea.
But he didn't take action.
Some people are like this, they have beautiful ideas but no ability to execute them.
"Are you standing like this until dawn?" the other party said, his voice was very young.
"Friend, what's the matter with your visit in the middle of the night? If you're looking for money, there's a safe under the painting on the wall. There's 60,000 in cash. Just take it and we'll make friends." Zhang Yu kept his back to the person, not looking at the face of the person behind him.
"Why 60,000?" The other party asked an irrelevant question.
Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment. When he put the money in, he didn't think much about it, mainly because the safe was so big.
"Well, because in China there is a saying of six or six big hits."
"Heh~"
The other party stood up, walked to the wall, took down the painting, and looked at the safe, but did not ask for the password.
Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, the password was in his hands, and he had a bargaining chip.
His eyes narrowed.
After the other party stood up, he saw from the reflection of the window that his hands were empty.
No guns!
Zhang Yu swallowed, glanced at the bed, and calculated how long it would take to get the money from under the pillow, turn on the safety, turn around and shoot.
At this time, the other party suddenly raised his hand and pulled the entire safe out of the wall with one hand.
Not at all Felipe...
Then he broke it open with both hands, breaking open the safe like crispy noodles.
The cash fell all over the floor.
And Zhang Yu almost shed tears.
Oh my god, the other person didn't have a gun because there's only one reason: he doesn't need it.
"Who in the gang provoked such inhumanity?! When!"
In Zhang Yu's view, such a fierce man should be worshiped like a Bodhisattva, so why dare he offend him?
The other party patiently picked up the money one by one and arranged the money into neat squares like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Turn around."
"No, no need, it's fine to face the wall like this."
"Don't worry, if I want to kill you, rigor mortis has already started to appear in you. Turn around and don't let me say it a third time."
Zhang Yu turned around mechanically, and then widened his eyes.
"Tang En!"
Although I had only seen Mike in photos, and those were from a few years ago, that handsome face was so recognizable that Zhang Yu was recognized at a glance.
"Do you know why I'm looking for you?"
"I know, I will personally apologize to Brother Tang tomorrow."
"Forget it. Don't appear in front of them again. Otherwise you will die, and..."
Mike took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and pressed speakerphone.
"Mike." The voice on the other end of the phone was steady and powerful, and you could feel the aura of majesty through the phone.
Of course, this is Zhang Yu's subjective feeling.
He recognized this voice.
So his stiff body began to tremble.
"Boss Jin, I'm sorry for calling you so late." Mike said cheerfully.
"Jin is not my last name, forget it... what's the matter." Kingpin said in a business-like tone.
"Do you have any impression of the name Zhang Yu?" Mike asked.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while.
"There is no such thing as perfection."
"What about Golden Tiger Gang?"
"I have an impression, a small gang of Chinatown."
In the eyes of Kingpin, a gang with two hundred core members is just a small gang, and the leader's name is not even worthy of impressing him.
"Nothing, I just want to ask, if I want your help to destroy this gang, can you?" Mike looked at the trembling Zhang Yu with a smile.
That overly handsome face, in the eyes of Zhang Yu, is more terrifying than Demon.
Kingpin was silent for two seconds and said, "No..."
Zhang Yu was overjoyed, and immediately thought that his life was still in the hands of others, what was there to be happy about? For a person like Zhang Yu, if he was asked to choose between his own life or the survival of the gang, the answer would not be in suspense at all.
"... Unless you are willing to owe me a small favor." Kingpin finished.
Zhang Yu fell to the ground.
Golden Tiger Gang In other people's eyes, its value is about the same as a small favor.
"Okay, but there is no need for it at the moment. I'll contact you if I need it."
Hang up the phone.
Mike asked Zhang Yu: "Were you impressed by what happened at night?"
Zhang Yu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Profound."
Mike said, "But your brother, your subordinates are young and energetic, so they may not think so. Young people always think that the boss is bigger than the boss, and they don't know how high the sky is."
Zhang Yu gritted his teeth. "I will help them deepen their impression!"
"Mouse Tail Juice."
Mike disappeared directly, along with the neatly arranged pile of U. S. dollar bills.
Zhang Yu stood in a daze for two seconds, feeling that everything that had happened before was like an hallucination. When he caught a glimpse of the safe that was broken into two pieces, he suddenly woke up again.
Not an illusion!