The middle-aged Jew was speechless. He did not expect Zhang Heng, a gladiator, to be so eloquent. It was clear that the patrol team had joined forces with Soap and his gang to expand their territory. Yet, Zhang Heng made it sound so righteous.
According to Zhang Heng, the Jewish gang should thank the patrol team for their efforts to protect their interests.
The key problem was that Zhang Heng insisted that the patrol team's job was to fight crime. In this way, their behavior and motives were completely different from the other forces here. If the Jewish gang wanted to use the same set of rules on the patrol team, it would obviously be inappropriate.
The middle-aged Jew also realized this at this time. Although he had prepared a lot of other materials to prove that the patrol team and Soap had financial dealings, the relationship between the two parties was very deep, and he even found out the secret relationship between the patrol team and the anti-patrol team alliance, as long as Zhang Heng insisted that everything he did was for the sake of the patrol team's job. In that case, these problems could not be solved.
Therefore, he made a prompt decision and did not continue the topic. Instead, he said directly, "No matter how you quibble, you can't deny that the security situation in the southeast city has worsened because of what you've done. Everyone's business is now affected."
"About this, sometimes in order to realize a beautiful vision, we have to pay a little price now," Zhang Heng said.
As soon as he said this, the crowd booed him. The main reason was that it sounded a little too shameless. Everyone was living a good life, and even if they did not have a beautiful vision, they were still living a good life. So why would they want to welcome a beautiful vision? Not to mention, whose beautiful vision was this beautiful vision was still a question worth discussing.
Bronze Arm shouted, "Stop talking nonsense with them. Let them pay the price for their shameless behavior!"
Seeing that everyone around him was filled with righteous indignation, and some even drew their weapons, Soap's nerves tensed up again. One of his hands touched the dagger at his waist, and his palm was covered in sweat.
The middle-aged Jew waited for the booing to die down before he spoke again, "Look, no one here is willing to buy your nonsense. You have only been in this neighborhood for a short time, and you don't know the people living here. You don't know their beliefs, habits, and what they want. Naturally, you are not qualified to talk about their future."
"What do they want?" Zhang Heng asked.
"It's very simple. We just want to live our lives peacefully without being disturbed." "You know how our ancestors came to Rome, right? They were enslaved, discriminated against, and killed by the crazy emperor. They endured everything in silence and went through a lot of hardships to gain their precious freedom and this neighborhood where they can settle down. We know that in the eyes of outsiders, this is a paradise for criminals. Poverty and evil thrive everywhere, but this is also the place we call home. Most of the people here grew up in this neighborhood. We have our own set of rules to deal with things. Maybe it doesn't conform to the laws of Rome, but this is the way of survival here. It's the way of life we chose. Outsiders are not qualified to make decisions for us."
His words also received unanimous approval from all the forces present.
"With the power of the Jewish gang, we could have driven you out of here directly. We could have even done something worse, but in the end, we chose to solve this matter as peacefully as possible because this is Mr. Lockheed's way of treating his guests. Of course, the premise is that you are willing to be our guests," the middle-aged Jew warned. The middle-aged Jew warned, "I'll give you a week to lay off all the people in the patrol team and give up all the territory you've swallowed during this period of time. After that, you will resign from the patrol team and never set foot in this block again. Do these three things, and we will let bygones be bygones for what you've done before."
Copper Arm was obviously not satisfied with this decision. His family was ruined by the patrol team, and he still hoped that the Jewish gang would impose more severe sanctions on Zhang Heng and the others. However, he also knew that with his current identity, he was not qualified to intervene. So all he could do was stare at Zhang Heng fiercely. He believed that once Zhang Heng left the patrol team, he would still have a chance. Since the Jewish gang could not avenge him, he could only do it himself.
As long as Zhang Heng was no longer a member of the patrol team, he could do more things.
On the other hand, Soap's heart was hanging in his throat. So, they still came. The Jewish gang finally decided to lay their cards on the table. Indeed, this was a dilemma that they could not overcome. No matter how eloquent Zhang Heng was and how he explained the patrol team's motives, this was not Basilica Julia, after all. There was no need to abide by any laws. The so-called rules were ultimately decided by the three major forces led by the Jewish gang.
And this ruling had actually been set long before the party invitation was sent out. The explanation was just a formality. The Jewish gang was determined to restore the situation to what it was a month and a half ago.
If it were a month and a half ago, Soap would have accepted this result. After all, he was just an ordinary thief on the street, and he had never thought of becoming a boss. Now, he had tasted the taste of power. Although Marcus and the patrol team were behind him, he still had the initiative because of his outstanding performance during this period. He was not willing to hand it over just like that.
Of course, the bigger problem was that he had been following Zhang Heng's instructions to stir up trouble everywhere, and he had offended a lot of people. Now, his force was developing well, and he had the support of the patrol team. Hence, he was thriving. Once he fell from his current position, he believed that there would be a long line of people waiting to take revenge on him.
So when the middle-aged Jew finished speaking, Soap and the others turned to look at Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng's expression remained unchanged, calmly listening to the middle-aged Jew's words. After that, he said, "Very well. You are obviously a robber. Don't try to reason with me. Just lay your cards on the table like this."
"If you must understand it that way, it's fine," the middle-aged Jew said lightly.
"Then I won't beat around the bush. I appreciate all the efforts you have made to maintain your lives and traditions. Really," Zhang Heng looked around again. "But, unfortunately, I can't agree to any of the three requests you made. In fact, you should thank me for everything I have done. The old order has collapsed. You can either welcome the new world with me, or you can only be buried with it."
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