"Did you bring the Martin gang here?" Jiang Cheng asked with a slightly cold tone.
The white youth under Jabbarton suddenly trembled and quickly explained, "No, no, it has nothing to do with me. It's Boss Jabbarton, that guy, who brought the Martin gang here."
"What kind of deal did you make with the Martin gang? Or are you very familiar with that guy named Rice? " Jiang Cheng frowned and continued to ask. It was common for gangs to fight for territory. There was no reason for the Martin gang to help a small white gang like Jabbarton. There must be a reason.
The white youth thought for a moment and was silent for a while before he said, "Jabbarton … Jabbarton told Martin Luther about the real income of this territory, and Martin Luther agreed to help him. The condition … the condition was to break Zhao Hu's hands and feet. This … this has nothing to do with me. It's all Jabbarton's conditions to the African Americans."
The white youth said with a flustered expression. He was afraid that Jiang Cheng would vent his anger on him, so he quickly distanced himself from Jabbarton.
Jiang Cheng came to a sudden realization. If that was the reason, then it was not strange at all. The African Americans were poor to begin with. With such a lucrative territory right in front of them, and they did not have to clash with the Red Gloves, they naturally would not want to let go of such an easy, juicy piece of meat. Getting rid of the Dragonrise Association was just a side mission. Their goal was to seize territory.
The two walked forward in silence. Jiang Cheng followed behind the white youth, thinking. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and urged the white youth.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! I want to get back as soon as possible!"
The white youth agreed. His pace changed from a slow walk to a trot. He did not understand why Jiang Cheng suddenly became impatient. He was in a hurry, but he did not dare to ask too much. He just obediently led Jiang Cheng forward.
After walking for about five minutes, the white youth stopped, pointed to the top of his head and said, "From here, there is a remote passage. No one will find you. You … you should go quickly."
Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked up. There were two beams of white light shooting down from above. This was the hole of the manhole cover. On the side of the well that led downwards, there was a steel handrail that could be used to climb up step by step. It was indeed safe to leave. He lowered his head to look at the white youth and smiled meaningfully. "Why? You don't want to go out with me? Do you want to stay here forever? "
The white youth's face suddenly changed. He quickly knelt and begged for mercy, "Please don't kill me, don't kill me …"
Jiang Cheng shook his head, "I don't want to kill you, but I advise you not to talk in front of those African Americans. Otherwise, you will force me to take action! Do you understand? "he asked in a chilling tone.
The white youth's face was pale with fear, and he quickly nodded in agreement.
Jiang Cheng went behind him and hit his neck with his hand. The white youth's body stiffened, and then he fell softly to the mouth of the sewer, unconscious.
Jiang Cheng nodded. Although he was not ruthless enough to kill him, he did not want people to gossip in a short period of time. This guy had a nice mouth, but he would probably pee his pants if he stood in front of those African Americans. No matter what, he would tell them honestly. It was better to let him have a good sleep.
After knocking out the white youth, Jiang Cheng came to the mouth of the manhole. He jumped more than a meter high, grabbed the bottom part of the steel handrail, and pulled his whole body up. He climbed towards the exit of the manhole cover. He was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was beside the manhole cover.
Jiang Cheng reached out and pushed upwards. With a "bang", one side of the round manhole cover had been lifted. Jiang Cheng looked around outside. After making sure that there was no one, he completely lifted the manhole cover, climbed out, and covered the manhole cover again. Only then did he have time to look around.
Jiang Cheng had a slight impression of this place. He immediately ran south according to his vague impression. After running for a distance, he went on a familiar street and immediately returned to Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall.
When he came outside the Jeet Kune Dojo, Jiang Cheng frowned. This time, many of the brothers were injured. A few of them were wrapped in bandages and were standing outside the dojo, chatting. There were many brothers outside who were bleeding and did not have time to bandage their wounds. The scene was really a bit miserable.
Jiang Cheng walked forward and looked at the brothers around him and asked, "How are the casualties this time?"
"Cheng Ge!" When the brothers around saw Jiang Cheng, they all stood up to greet him. Then a brother said, "The others are fine, but Zhao Hu and a French brother might … might not survive."
"What?!" Jiang Cheng suddenly exclaimed and immediately walked inside Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall. "I'll go see them."
As soon as Jiang Cheng walked in the door, Jing Long stood in front of him. He frowned and his expression was a little heavy. "Cheng Ge, it's not convenient for you to go now. They are in the middle of an operation. You should wait. Even if you are anxious, you can't help them! It will only be harmful to them if you disturb the doctors during the operation now. "
Jiang Cheng suddenly stopped and gritted his teeth. Although he wanted to see the injuries of his brothers, Jing Long was right. If he went in now, he would only cause trouble for the doctors. After frowning and thinking about it, he came to the table next to him and sat down. He looked at the table in front of him with a deep gaze and did not speak for a long time.
Seeing Jiang Cheng like this, Jing Long wanted to go over and comfort him, but he was stopped by Zhuge Liuyun. Zhuge Liuyun said to Jing Long, "Don't worry. If Jiang Cheng was so fragile, how could he become the boss of Lung Hing Society today? Take some people to guard the surroundings. This time, we have completely fallen out with the Martin Gang. Be careful and be on guard in case they bring people to attack us."
Jing Long nodded and immediately called a few of his brothers who were not injured. He took them out of the door and prepared to track the movements of those black men. If they made any abnormal movements, he would immediately come back and report to Zhuge Liuyun so that the brothers of Lung Hing Society could be prepared. At such a critical moment, they could not hide.
Soon, it was evening. Soon, Zhao Hu and the French brother were pushed out of the operating room. In fact, not long ago, the diagnosis and treatment results for both of them had come out. Zhao Hu had been shot in the right chest, and the bullet had penetrated the lobe of his lung. At this moment, he had lost a lot of blood and was still unconscious. According to the doctors of Lung Hing Society, he would be in a critical period for the next ten days to half a month. Once his lungs were infected, his injuries could worsen at any time, and once that happened, he would basically die.
As for the other French brother who was seriously injured, unfortunately, she had lost signs of life not long ago. This French brother had died miserably. His body had been pierced by three or four wooden planks with nails at the front. The nails were nailed into the wooden planks, forming a sharp mace. Once they hit a person's body, the nails would pierce into the person's body and make a few bloody holes.
There were countless such bloody holes on the French brother's body, in his back, waist, and chest. Every time the wooden planks hit his body, there would be three bloody holes left by nails. According to the doctors' diagnosis and treatment, many parts of his internal organs were injured, and he could not be saved at all.
Those damned black people, how dare they use such cruel weapons!
"Cheng Ge." Wang Jie limped to Jiang Cheng's table and sat down. His leg was shot and his arm was hit by the nail board, but now he was much better. He looked at Jiang Cheng and said, "I heard from the doctors that Zhao Hu is very lucky. He will definitely not die. You don't have to worry too much. The French brother is an orphan, but he has a sister. We will bury him in two days and give his sister the pension. This … This is also something that can't be helped!"
"Pah!" Jiang Cheng slammed his palm on the table.
Everyone looked over in surprise, and their eyes were all fixed on Jiang Cheng.
"I have decided, I must take revenge. From now on, the Martin Gang is the enemy of our Lung Hing Society. I want Martin Luther and his gang to disappear together!" Jiang Cheng roared loudly.
Jiang Cheng learned from Jabbarton's subordinate, the white youth, that Jabbarton had a direct interview with Martin Luther, and Martin Luther had agreed to help him. That's how this incident happened. As for Rice, he was just following Martin Luther's orders. What's more, he had been killed by internal strife, and the real culprit was Martin Luther!
"Cheng Ge, I know you are very unwilling, but Martin Luther is not easy to deal with. He has more than two thousand black men under his command, and today, there were only more than 100 of them, but even so, our brothers have suffered heavy casualties. If we want to take down the Martin Gang, we have to take it slow." Wang Jie advised.
Jiang Cheng coldly snorted: "Martin Luther, this account will soon be settled with him. Wang Jie, you have worked hard today, go rest first! There are some things I need to calm down and think about. "
Wang Jie looked at Jiang Cheng, then nodded and slowly limped up the stairs while supporting himself with a long red stick.
As the night gradually deepened, the street outside was brightly lit, illuminating the dark night. Jiang Cheng was still sitting in the chair, his face gloomy and uncertain, carefully thinking. Just now, the group of people Jing Long took out to investigate, and two of them reported that the black men were preparing to take over Rhode Street, and did not intend to attack the French branch of the Lung Hing Society.
When Jiang Cheng heard this, he clenched his fist and slammed it on the table. Rhode Street was only taken over for less than a month, but it was unexpectedly taken over by the black men, which proved that Long Xingwei's strength was insufficient. Without strength, even if he grabbed a good piece of land, he simply could not hold it.
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