The largest bar in the 18th district, the Touhou Bar, was also the bar with the longest history in this district. It was opened in 196, and even today, it still had a lot of customers. It was the most profitable club under Martin Luther, and it was also the gathering place for drug addicts in the 17th and 18th districts.
At this moment, in a luxurious private room in the Touhou Bar, Martin Luther and a group of leaders were playing cards. The six of them were sitting around a round table, playing blackjack. In front of each of them was a pile of cash, and in front of Martin Luther was the most money. They were playing blackjack.
Martin Luther was a tall and powerful black man. He was 1.96 meters tall, had a round waist, and a pair of fierce eyes on his chubby face. There were several English letters tattooed on his right arm. If translated into Chinese, it would be — The Greatest Man in the World.
At this moment, Martin Luther was enjoying a massage from a Caucasian girl behind him. She was about 16 or 17 years old, dressed in a sexy bikini, and was less than 1.6 meters tall. She had a smile on her face, and her slender hands were kneading Martin Luther's dark shoulders. Her white hands and dark shoulders formed a sharp contrast, making people feel disgusted just by looking at them.
What made people feel even sadder was that while the French girl was massaging him, she was rubbing her beautiful slender legs and white, smooth belly against Martin Luther's back, rubbing her dirty and ugly back. It seemed that she was trying to please Martin Luther, like a spoiled pet.
Martin Luther smiled, holding three poker cards in his hand. He seemed to be enjoying the service of the French girl behind him. He picked up a small white pill from the table, and with a smirk, he rubbed the white pill under his sweaty armpit a few times, then handed it to the French girl behind him.
"Dani Pineapple, baby, this is for you." Martin Luther smiled and said to the French girl behind him.
This small white pill was a new type of hallucinogen. It was said that eating it was 10 times better than making love. The more addicted a person was to the drug, the stronger the feeling!
Seeing this scene, the French girl was so surprised that her delicate body trembled. She quickly stretched her neck, opened her bright red lipstick lips, and used her mouth to catch the white pill in Martin Luther's hand. She sucked it excitedly and even put two of Martin Luther's dirty fingers into her mouth and washed them with her tongue.
Martin Luther laughed out loud. He removed his saliva-covered, warm fingers from the girl's mouth and grabbed the poker cards. He said to the black man on the opposite side of the table, "Wow, what a good card! I'll raise the price by three thousand euros. Graham, do you want to see your cards? "
The black man called Graham smiled. "I'll pay 3,000 euros. It's up to you!"
"Haha! You've been fooled, Graham, see! My hand is 21 points! " As Martin Luther spoke, he slammed three poker cards on the table. Two tens and one ace.
Everyone looked at Martin Luther in surprise. One of the black men said, "Boss, your luck is too good today. You've played more than 30 rounds, and almost a third of them are 21 points."
Graham also smiled helplessly. He reluctantly pushed the pile of money in front of Martin Luther and said with a meaningful smile, "Yeah, boss, Rice's soul must be blessing you from Heaven. That's why your luck is getting better and better."
Martin Luther took the pile of money in front of him and said with a cold smile, "That Jiang Cheng killed my brother. I'll definitely kill him! But speaking of which, ever since I had Mr. Chen from Huaxia as my consultant, I've been able to do things much more smoothly. Mr. Chen, what should we do next? "
Martin Luther turned his head to look at the sofa next to him. There was an Asian man in his thirties sitting on the sofa. He had medium-short hair parted in the middle and had a traitorous face. He was thin and weak, with a protruding mouth and monkey cheeks. His pair of rat eyes were hidden under his glasses. They were small to begin with, but when he squinted, they became even smaller. No one could tell what he was looking at or what he was thinking.
If the eyes were the window to the soul, then this person was like a slit in the soul, through which he secretly observed the outside world, but did not allow others to pry into his existence. Looking at him, one would think of him as a treacherous, cunning, and scheming person, these two idioms.
When the man heard Martin Luther talking to him, he picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea calmly. There was a glimmer of light in his tiny eyes. Then, he coughed lightly and said in fluent French, "Jiang Cheng of the Lung Hing Society has been arrested by the police. We don't have to do anything now. We just need to wait quietly."
Martin Luther and the others looked at him in confusion. Martin Luther asked in disbelief, "Mr. Chen, are we really … not going to do anything?"
"Hehehe …" Mr. Chen laughed, making him look even more like a rat. After a moment, he said, "The Lung Hing Society has a Zhuge Liuyun in France. If we take action now, he will definitely find out. Instead, he will be able to trace back to us and find out that those things were all done by us, the Martin Gang."
After a pause, Mr. Chen said, "But if we do nothing now, and the Red Gloves don't take any action at the same time, they will become suspicious. They will suspect that the Red Gloves are worried about being discovered. That's why they don't take any action. Instead, it will make them even more suspicious of the Red Gloves. Once the Lung Hing Society and the Red Gloves go against each other, we can use extreme measures to kill Jiang Cheng. When that happens, everyone will suspect the Red Gloves first. Jiang Cheng is dead, and no one in the Lung Hing Society will listen to anyone else's orders. It won't be long before the society falls apart. Hehehe … "As he spoke, he seemed to imagine that scenario, and he laughed excitedly and wretchedly.
Although this Mr. Chen's looks weren't up to expectations, he didn't lose to Zhuge Liuyun this time. Furthermore, he seemed to be quite familiar with the internal situation of the Lung Hing Society. What was his background?
The other leaders of the Martin Gang looked at Mr. Chen, then at each other. However, with their brains, they couldn't figure out the whole story no matter how hard they tried.
"That's why I said that doing nothing now is better than doing anything." Mr. Chen smiled confidently and said with a hint of complacency.
…
Jiang Cheng was holding a box of prison food and eating it tastelessly. It wasn't because the prison food was terrible, but because his attention wasn't on his food at all. His mind was filled with all sorts of images. … His brother being hung upside down on the street … A car following him … A taxi driver who wanted to run him over … And … The Red Gloves' badge kept circling in his mind, causing him to be distracted no matter what he ate.
Jiang Cheng thought about it in his mind, trying to connect all these events together, but in the end, he only realized that there was only one line that connected all these events — the Red Gloves had taken action against the Lung Hing Society!
Just as Jiang Cheng was eating and thinking about it, he suddenly heard the prison door creak. The cell he was in had been opened by someone. This sound interrupted Jiang Cheng's thoughts, and Jiang Cheng immediately looked up.
The person who appeared outside the prison door surprised Jiang Cheng. It wasn't Zhuge Liuyun, Mino, or the other brothers of the Lung Hing Society, but a beautiful French girl with long light blonde hair and a bright smile on her face. She was looking at Jiang Cheng with a grin, and the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing two cute dimples. Her eyes were curved into crescent moons.
Jiang Cheng was stunned. He recognized this French girl. She was the one who liked to watch him fight in front of the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall. Her name was Alice, and she was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She had a willful, mischievous, but cute temperament.
But …
Why was she here?
This was a prison cell! Ordinary people couldn't come in. Not to mention, not long ago, Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that he had asked the other brothers of the Lung Hing Society to tell the girl that he had returned to China. She hadn't come to the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall to look for him for a long time. He thought that this matter had been settled, but what was this situation now?
Could it be … could it be that she had been secretly monitoring him? Just thinking about it made Jiang Cheng's scalp tingle. No wonder he sometimes had a feeling that someone was watching him. He originally thought that it was just an illusion, but now it seemed that it wasn't.
"Hi, Hi! I'm Alice. Brother, do you still remember me? " The girl was wearing a beige knitted hat and a black top that looked like a doll. She raised her small hand that was wearing a white one-piece glove and waved it at Jiang Cheng. She showed a bright and cute smile as she greeted him.
The strange thing was that the girl changed her French accent and actually spoke Mandarin. Although it was still a little difficult to understand, like a baby learning to speak, it added a sense of intimacy.
"Hi, hello." The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched as he answered. He felt that for a person who had just been sent to prison, he suddenly said, "How are you in prison? Do you feel comfortable? " This kind of greeting always made people feel very strange. What's more, for this strange girl, Jiang Cheng really didn't know how to open his mouth. There were too many things he wanted to ask, but they were all squeezed together. He didn't know which one to ask first.
Alice giggled, took off her gloves, and trotted towards Jiang Cheng. However, she didn't think that in these few steps, the girl's right foot suddenly tripped over her left foot. She staggered, frowned, let out a scream, and fell towards Jiang Cheng's side. If no one caught her, this cute doll would definitely lie on the ground and fall miserably.
Seeing that she was about to fall, Jiang Cheng almost stood up from the prison bed without thinking. He jumped towards Alice and came in front of her. He bent down and opened his hands to hold her arms, not letting her continue to fall. However, the girl's head hit his stomach. Jiang Cheng couldn't help but grin.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Cheng helped Alice stand up and asked with a chuckle.
Suddenly, Alice's hand touched Jiang Cheng's hand. A strange palpitation surged into Jiang Cheng's heart. The girl's hand was a little cold, with a trace of abnormal coldness. Moreover, when Jiang Cheng held her body, he only felt that her body was too thin and light, probably only about 60 to 70 kilograms. She was like a thin and pitiful patient struggling on the line of life and death.
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