Dalmatian knew that he was weak, but in front of the vicious Bord, he didn't dare say anything.
The meat shield pulled Dalmatian in front of him. "Bord, he's already returned the money to you. I hope you won't have any financial disputes with him in the future. If you really want to give me face, then remember what I said, okay?"
"I didn't think you cared so much about your friend." Bord laughed loudly. "Hahahaha! What I said just now was just a joke! "
After saying this, Bord went up and grabbed Dalmatian. He suddenly grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on the table. He shouted to the people in the bar, "All of you, listen up! In the future, be smart. Dalmatian is our friend! Understand? If anyone doesn't know what's good for them and the meat shield comes looking for trouble, I won't interfere. "
Bord's words were respectful, but only those who thought highly of the meat shield would listen to him.
If they didn't care about the meat shield's face, they wouldn't care who Dalmatian was. If Dalmatian made them unhappy, they wouldn't be polite to him.
"Bord, remember, Dalmatian is my brother, not just a friend." After Bord did this, the meat shield said with a serious expression.
"I know, of course I know." Bord laughed. "Just like us, we're not just friends, we're brothers too! Don't you think so? "
The meat shield wanted to say no. His relationship with Dalmatian wasn't that simple. He and Dalmatian grew up in the slums. When they were young, the meat shield was often bullied because he was too fat. Even when he went to steal food to fill his stomach, he was caught and beaten because he couldn't run fast enough.
From then on, Dalmatian would bring some food for the meat shield every time he went to steal food.
So from then on, the meat shield had a different kind of friendship for Dalmatian. This was a true brotherhood.
When the meat shield had made some progress, he helped Dalmatian in many ways. This was how Dalmatian got to where he was today. Otherwise, with Dalmatian's petty thievery skills, he would probably still be living in the slums.
"Of course, we're brothers too." In a place like Los Angeles, he did not want to offend the Latin American gangsters.
This group of people was definitely not to be trifled with. Once they were provoked, even a meat shield would not be able to get rid of this trouble.
"We're brothers, you're brothers, so Dalmatian can also be my brother." Bord grinned and suddenly shook the envelope. "Although we're brothers, I still have to take the money that I should. Not a cent less. This is my principle, my rule."
Of course, the tank knew that he would say that. "We won't break your rules."
"As a brother, what would you like to drink? Count it on me! "Bord laughed loudly. At this time, Dalmatian was so scared that he was about to piss his pants.
Bord was the one who wanted them to drink the wine, so they had no choice but to drink it. If they drank it, they would be good brothers. If they didn't drink it, they wouldn't be giving him face.
Actually, this situation was similar to those people in Hua Xia who played around in the underworld. They were all unreasonable people who treated alcohol as something that couldn't be shared.
They didn't know that once something happened, the people who would really help were usually those who would persuade them to drink less. Those who liked to force alcohol were the ones who would stab them in the back or trip them up.
Those with a bit of social experience knew that one should not make friends with wine and meat. This logic couldn't be any simpler.
The tank poured a full glass of whiskey for Dalmatian. Fortunately, Dalmatian was quite good at drinking, so the tank wasn't worried.
"Thank you, Boss Bord!" Dalmatian understood the tank's meaning. He raised the glass and drank it in one gulp. The spiciness passed through his intestines. He had cut off all ties with Bord.
Although the tank had always been in contact with the gangsters in Los Angeles, he wasn't a gangster. He had a glamorous and high-paying job. This was what made him different from the gangsters.
As for his brother Dalmatian, the tank didn't want him to become a gangster. Those who mixed with gangsters would never have a good ending.
Anyone!
The tank also poured himself a glass of whiskey. "Bord, I think we should talk about our matters."
Bord nodded and raised his glass to the tank. "Say it, my brother. What can I help you with? Just tell me."
"One hundred thousand dollars." The tank said, "You just need to let your brother save Mr. Carlos from two Hua Xia people and you'll get one hundred thousand dollars."
"Carlos?" Bord was stunned. His subordinate beside him whispered something in his ear. Bord then understood. "Oh, so it's your Chinese boss."
The tank didn't say anything.
Bord looked at the tank in confusion. "My brother, your Chinese boss was kidnapped by two Hua Xia people? Was it done by those damn Chinese gangs? Who? Four Seas Gang? Five Lakes Gang? Or was it done by the Longhu Gang? "
The tank shook his head. "No, this has nothing to do with the Chinese gangs. It's just two Hua Xia people. "
"Oh, brother, now that you put it that way, I don't understand," Bord said. "Just two Hua Xia people without any gang background? They kidnapped your boss and you asked me to help you solve it? "
"Is there a problem?" the tank asked with a shrug.
Bord nodded. "Of course there is a problem. It's a very serious problem."
"What problem?" the tank asked.
"Two Huaxia people. They're nothing to be afraid of," Bord said in disdain. "Would you come to me and ask me to help you solve such a d * mn problem? And you even offered one hundred thousand dollars? "
The tank nodded. "That's right. It's just two Hua Xia people. But there's one thing, Bord. Hua Xia people aren't little ants. If they were, the Hua Xia people wouldn't be controlled by Chinese gangs. You can't interfere even if you want to. "
Bord's expression turned ugly.
Bord knew very well what the meat shield meant because he had suffered at the hands of the Chinese gang before. Although the Japanese gangs were cruel and merciless, the Chinese gangs weren't easy to deal with either, and they were ruthless enough to deal with them.
Bord and his Hua Xia gang had clashed with the Chinese gangs four or five times. They didn't get the upper hand in any of them. There was even one time where they suffered a huge loss.
Of course, this was something Bord refused to admit. He didn't admit that he'd lost to the Hua Xia people because he looked down on them. He felt that they were weak.
So when these weak people defeated him, he was very, very annoyed. This annoyance couldn't be described with words.
"I'm sorry, brother. I might have said something I shouldn't have," the tank said apologetically. "But I'm just stating the truth. These Hua Xia people are much harder to deal with than we thought. All of us have to admit this. Don't you think so?"
"…" Bord wanted to say something but stopped.
Spotted Dog looked at Bord nervously. He was afraid that the meat shield's words would make Bord turn hostile. After all, this was Bord's territory. If Bord turned hostile, the two of them would definitely die here. No matter how good the meat shield was at fighting, he wouldn't be a match for so many people.
The tank knew that Bord needed time to think, so he took a sip of whiskey and waited for Bord's reply.
Bord was silent for about half a minute. Then he slowly opened his mouth. "I heard that your Chinese boss is a super rich man living in Beverly Hills. He drives luxury cars worth millions. Now, for his life, you're only willing to pay a hundred thousand dollars?"
Faced with Bord's question, the tank fell silent.
He knew that Bord was a hungry wolf. A hundred thousand dollars was a lot, but this guy's expression was so disdainful.
"Bord, it's just two Hua Xia people," the tank said. "You have so many men and so many guns. You don't need to spend much effort to deal with this. Is a hundred thousand dollars not enough?"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
