Jabbarton and his brothers were counting the income of the past few days. He was sitting on the sofa in the private room, smoking a cigar. He was holding a thick stack of euros in his hands, smiling as he counted them. There was still a lot of money on the table in front of him.
Around 20 men were standing or sitting, looking at Jabbarton with a smile as they waited for the division. Each of them was accompanied by a beautiful girl in revealing clothes. Some of them acted as if there was no one else around, kissing or being touched by their male partners. The girls didn't avoid them, smiling calmly and even looking at their male partners with encouraging eyes.
Beside Jabbarton was a sexy and enchanting white-haired woman in a black chiffon dress. She smiled and talked to Jabbarton, and from time to time, her eyes flashed with greed as she looked at the money.
"We have a lot of money these days, business is getting better and better." The white-haired woman leaned on Jabbarton, and her jade-like hands with painted black nails caressed him seductively, with a hint of provocation.
Jabbarton was in a good mood. He smiled and said while counting the money: "Not bad! Recently, there are more and more prostitutes, so naturally, the income is up. I have money, and I won't treat you badly, Louise baby ~ ~ "He put a stack of money on the table, took off the cigar, and kissed the white-haired woman next to him, blowing the cigar into her mouth.
"Mmm ~ ~ I like you more and more." Louise wrapped her arms around Jabbarton's neck and kissed him deeply.
One of Jabbarton's men said with a smile: "Boss, if we continue like this, we can get 200,000 euros a month, almost catching up with the average medium-sized gang. If those guys know that it is so easy to make money, maybe they will come and fight for our territory."
Jabbarton separated his tongue from Louise's, turned his head and looked at his other brothers with a smile, grabbed a few stacks of money from the table, and threw a stack to each of his brothers: "This is this month's share. As long as you don't go out and talk about it, no one will know. Keep your mouth shut, and we will eat this cake."
Jabbarton threw stack after stack of money to the people in the private room. Everyone who got the money showed a trace of joy on their face, and they smiled with their female partners, becoming more passionate and ambiguous.
"Boss, we won't tell anyone. I heard that Johansson only earns two to three hundred thousand euros a year." One of the men took the money and said to Jabadon with a smile.
After Jabbarton finished distributing the money, he put the remaining money on the table into his bag. Finally, he took out a stack of money and stuffed it into the gap between white-haired Louis's breasts. Puffing on his cigar, he said with a smile, "That Johansson guy is good at fighting. It would be great if he could be my underling, but none of his brothers are good at fighting. Asking them to come over is just a little more money, haha …"
"That's right, boss. We can take care of this territory." Another brother said in agreement.
Louis had a thick stack of banknotes stuffed in his chest. He grinned as he took them out and counted them, saying, "There are already more than 100 people paying in this square now, right? Thirty percent per person, it's really cheap. Plus the commission from selling drugs to them … "
Jabbarton, his brothers, and their women were talking and laughing together. After all, the other gangsters couldn't get such financial treatment.
Suddenly, a loud noise of shouting and smashing came from outside the door. Everyone in the room stopped smiling and looked at each other in surprise.
"Boss, I think someone is coming. Could it be another gang?" One of the brothers looked at Jabbarton and said with uncertainty.
"Let's go out and see!" Another brother said.
Jabbarton's face was a little ugly, and he said to the others, "Bring your weapons!"
The other younger brothers all obeyed Jabbarton's orders and pulled out their weapons from the chairs or under the sofa in the private room. They were all holding machetes and steel pipes. At this time, the beautiful non-mainstream girls in the room also turned pale and shrank in the corner without making a sound.
"I'm going to open the door." A brother stood by the door and said.
The others grabbed a variety of weapons and nodded at him.
"Bang!!!" Before he could open the door, the door was kicked open from the outside with a loud bang. The lackey who was standing by the door and preparing to open the door just happened to hit his face, sending him flying two to three meters away. He fell on the sofa with a plop, holding his face and howling miserably.
A tall, slightly plump Asian man with an unkempt beard appeared outside the door. He was still in the posture of kicking. It was Zhao Hu!
After Zhao Hu sent Batiste and the others back to the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall, he immediately ran out to look for Jiang Cheng's people. He happened to see Jiang Cheng's group running back from West Street, so he joined them to fight for territory. After asking around for a long time, everyone gathered outside the bar called Little Swan. Knowing that Jabbarton was inside, they all rushed in together.
Jabbarton and the other 20 men in the room were all shocked. They didn't know who this Asian man was. His kick was so powerful.
"You, who are you?" Jabbarton raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Hu and asked in French.
Zhao Hu only heard him let out a fart. He didn't know what he was saying, but he couldn't be bothered to listen either. After putting down his leg, he arrogantly swept his gaze across the faces of everyone in the room and shouted loudly in Mandarin, "This territory belongs to the Dragonrise Association from now on. Get the f * ck out of my sight!"
The people in the room only saw this Asian man's fierce eyes and arrogant expression. They also didn't know what he was talking about. They raised their knives and were about to rush up and kill this Asian man in front of them.
But before they could act, a dozen tall and strong Asians suddenly rushed in from the door of the private room. Each of them was holding a weapon in their hand, and they looked at Jabbarton and his men fiercely and vigilantly. After they came in, they stood on both sides of the room and made way for the door, as if someone else was going to come in.
Footsteps came from outside the room, and after a moment, Jiang Cheng and Johansson came in. Jiang Cheng's eyes swept across the crowd like an eagle and finally stopped on Jabbarton. He smiled faintly.
"Ah! Johansson, you brought these people here. What do you want? " One of Jabbarton's men recognized Johansson and immediately shouted. This guy was speaking in English, and a few of the Lung Hing Society brothers who could understand him suddenly looked at Johansson.
Jabbarton's face was also ugly. He looked at Johansson angrily and said, "Johansson, are you crazy? Aren't you afraid that I will destroy your Jeet Kune Dojo next time? "
Johansson smiled and said to Jabbarton and the other people in the room, "I have now joined the Lung Hing Society. Now, the Lung Hing Society will take over this place. If you want to join the Lung Hing Society, you can stay. If you don't want to join, you can leave now. But in the future, you are not allowed to intervene in the business here."
Jabbarton was dumbfounded when he heard this. He then looked at the Asians in the room and found that there were only a dozen of them, while his men had more than 20. He gritted his teeth and said to his men around him, "Fight! They are here to snatch our territory. We must not let them go! "
Upon hearing this, Jabbarton's men immediately sprang into action. They brandished their swords and sticks at the members of the Rising Dragon Association. The members of the Rising Dragon Association were already prepared for this. As soon as these people rushed forward, they fought back with all their might. For a moment, the small private room was in chaos. Men's screams and women's screams intertwined.
One of Jabbarton's men seemed to see that Jiang Cheng was the leader of these people. He waved a machete and slashed at Jiang Cheng's head.
Jiang Cheng moved his body slightly to the side, dodging the machete in his hand. Then, he fiercely kicked at the side of the man's chest. With a muffled "bang" sound, the man was kicked diagonally and flew out, pressing on top of his brothers.
After fighting for more than a minute, the room was in a mess. There were many young French men lying on the floor. They were writhing on the ground in pain and groaning unconsciously. They had lost the ability to resist. Several brothers of the Lung Hing Society were also injured. Some were hit by a few iron bars, and some had cuts on their arms and legs. Fortunately, they were all minor injuries. None of them were seriously injured and fell to the ground.
This was the way of the underworld. It was impossible to not get injured at all. But in the end, whoever was still standing, whoever survived, was the winner!
Zhao Hu and a few of his brothers surrounded Jabbarton and forced him into a corner. At this time, Jabbarton was so scared that his face was pale. The white-haired woman, Louise, who was snuggling up to him, shrank in the corner and hugged her legs. She didn't dare to move.
"Cheng Ge, what should we do with this guy?" Zhao Hu pointed at Jabbarton and turned to look at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng came to Jabbarton with Johansson and said with a smile, "Johansson, what do you think we should do with this person? You are familiar with the neighborhood, so you should know what kind of person he is. Can we let him join the Lung Hing Society? "
Johansson thought for a moment, then shook his head and said to Jiang Cheng, "Cheng Ge, I heard that Jabbarton is very ruthless. Those who went against him in the past were either crippled or killed. He also betrayed his brothers in the past. He pushed them from the bridge into the river and drowned them. That was how he got his current territory. If he joins the Lung Hing Society, I think he will betray us at any time.
Jiang Cheng's face turned cold as he muttered to himself, "Really? Betrayed his brothers?" Then, he raised his hand and pointed at Jabbarton. He said to Zhao Hu next to him, "Break his legs and drive him out of this place. If he appears in this place again, break his hands as well."
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