Jing Long quickly ran back to the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall. Not long after, he ran back with a bag of fruits. He got into the car and sat next to Jiang Cheng. The two of them sat in the back seat. Then, Hans and Charlton got into the car. Charlton drove, and Hans sat in the front passenger seat. The car sped towards Tagore's villa.
This time, Hans and Charlton did not ask Jing Long and Zhang Chen to wear black headgear.
I have already heard about this from Zhuge Liuyun. We have a certain level of trust. Plus, Zhuge Liuyun already knows where Tagore lives and who he is. He has already met him twice. Tagore knows this very well, so there is no need to do this.
The car sped along the road. On the road, Jiang Cheng asked Hans, "Hans, how is your brother Tagore doing? Is there any action? "
Hans turned around from the front passenger seat and looked at Jiang Cheng. He smiled and said, "This depends on whether or not we can form a tacit understanding with the Lung Hing Society. If you guys agree to work together, maybe we can work together to get rid of Martin Luther."
"Hehehe …" Jiang Cheng chuckled. He waved his hand and said, "If we get rid of Martin Luther, the 18th district will probably be even more chaotic. There are more than two thousand black people, and many of them want to be the boss. When the time comes, there will be a fight between them. Coupled with the harassment from the Arab and Red Gloves gangs, even if the Lung Hing Society takes over these territories, they won't be able to gain any advantage."
"Cheng Ge, how would you know if you don't do it?" Hans looked at Jiang Cheng and shook his head.
Jiang Cheng chuckled. "You will know if you don't do it. Just think about it. I know you guys are eager for revenge and want to get rid of Martin Luther, but I can't gamble with the future of the Lung Hing Society. If you want us to work with you and get rid of Martin Luther, that is possible, but …"
"But what?" Hans' interest was piqued, and he quickly asked.
Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said, "Wait until I see your brother Tagore and discuss it with him. If he doesn't agree, there is no point in telling him."
Hans became even more curious when he heard that. He kept asking Jiang Cheng about it, but Jiang Cheng just smiled and shook his head lightly. He had no intention of answering. After asking many times, Hans finally gave up and said to Charlton, "Charlton, hurry up and open the door. Brother Cheng has something important to discuss with the boss!"
Hearing this, Charlton immediately increased the speed of the car and sped forward. On the bumpy road, the car rocked back and forth, making people feel like falling apart.
After driving for more than ten minutes, they finally arrived at their destination. Charlton parked the car in the courtyard in front of the villa and led everyone out of the car. Bang, bang. One by one, they got out of the car and closed the door. After everyone got out of the car, they walked into the white villa.
Entering the white villa, they took the same old route. Following Hans and Charlton, they did not stop in front of any rooms and walked all the way to the courtyard at the back of the villa. As expected, when they arrived at the back door of the villa, they saw him sitting alone in a wheelchair. Just like the last time, he was sitting on a black rectangular table, concentrating on making ammunition. The difference was that last time, he had dismantled and reinstalled the guns. This time, he was making bullets with new raw materials.
Jiang Cheng walked forward and raised a hand to greet him. "Tagore, long time no see. How have you been?"
Hearing Jiang Cheng's voice, Tagore immediately turned his head and flashed a bright smile. He seemed very happy. "Mr. Jiang! You're here. Are you just here to observe my gun-making skills? I'm making some bullets. If the bullets are loaded well, not only can they shoot further, but they can also improve the accuracy of the shot … "
Just as Tagore was about to continue, Jiang Cheng smiled and waved at him. He walked to the side of the rectangular table and sat down on the chair next to it. He said to Tagore, "I'm actually here for a very important matter. I want to ask for your opinion. Also, here are some fruits I brought for you. All kinds of fruits, Jing Long." He called out to Jing Long.
Jing Long was standing next to him. When he heard Jiang Cheng's words, he immediately put the bag of fruits on the black rectangular table. Of course, he avoided the raw materials that Tagore was using to make bullets.
Tagore gave Charlton a look and pouted at the bag of fruits. Charlton immediately took the bag of fruits and placed it on Tagore's knee. Tagore opened the bag of fruits and said with a smile as he did so, "I'm a little thirsty. Thank you for the fruits. I'd also like to hear what important matter you have to discuss with me."
As Tagore spoke, he opened the bag of fruits. He then stared at the bag of fruits in surprise and stopped moving.
"What's wrong? Boss, what's wrong with these fruits? "Charlton asked nervously. He then took out a gun from his pocket and aimed it at Jiang Cheng.
Jing Long looked at Charlton with a frown. Jiang Cheng sat on the chair and smiled faintly without saying a word. He only looked at Charlton and Tagore with a faint smile.
Tagore came to his senses and shouted at Charlton angrily, "Charlton, what are you doing? Stand down! "
When Charlton heard his boss' words, he hesitated for a moment before putting the gun back into his pocket. He looked at the bag of fruits on his knee with a strange expression. After all, the outside of the bag was black and he could not see what was inside. Hans, who was next to him, saw everything and stared curiously at the bag of fruits.
Tagore smiled and looked at the bag of fruits. He then turned to look at Jiang Cheng and asked with a chuckle, "Is this an Oriental custom?"
Jiang Cheng smiled and shook his head. "No, this is a special treatment from the Lung Hing Society. It's like a friend bringing you a little gift for our first meeting."
Hearing this, Charlton and Hans' eyes widened even more. They looked at the bag of fruits curiously, wondering what was inside.
Tagore smiled when he saw the reaction of his brother and his men. He took out two fruits from the bag and threw them to Charlton and Hans. Then, he took out one for himself. Only then did he put the bag of fruits beside the wheelchair. He peeled the fruits and started eating them.
Charlton and Hans took the fruits that Tagore threw to them and looked at Tagore in confusion. Then, they looked down at the fruits in their hands. They could not help but be shocked. They realized that the wrapping paper of the fruits was made of euro banknotes of the highest denomination.
Hans grabbed the three banknotes that were peeled from the fruits and asked in surprise, "This, this is?" He turned to look at Charlton and Tagore. Sure enough, the fruits in their hands were also wrapped with three banknotes. In this way, if each fruit was wrapped with banknotes, then the number of fruits in the bag would be thirty to forty thousand euros. How could they use this as a gift? It was too expensive!
The annual income of the Blackbat Society that Hans and Tagore founded only added up to about 150,000 to 200,000 euros. They were not rich. It was natural that they were shocked to receive such a large amount of cash all at once.
Jiang Cheng and Jing Long looked at the three of them with a faint smile. Tagore's expression was better, but Charlton and Hans' shock was written all over their faces.
"So, giving me such a large amount of cash and that important matter, what is it? I want to hear it now. "Tagore smiled at Jiang Cheng as he ate the fruits.
"Well …" Jiang Cheng was silent for a while. Then, he smiled and said, "Do you want to kill Martin Luther? Or do you want to take back what you lost … "
Tagore's hand that was eating the fruits suddenly stopped. He did not know why Jiang Cheng suddenly asked such a question, but he thought about it and said while gritting his teeth, "I think the Lung Hing Society must have investigated my background. Otherwise, you would not have asked such a question. Do you want to kill Martin Luther? Hehe! Of course I do. Does the Lung Hing Society have a way? "
"There is a way!" Jiang Cheng said with certainty.
"What way?" Tagore stopped eating and looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise.
Charlton and Hans did the same. They were touching the banknotes and could not believe that they were real. Now that they heard the conversation between Jiang Cheng and Tagore, they immediately raised their heads and looked at them attentively.
The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up slightly. He revealed a meaningful smile and said, "You haven't answered my other question yet. Do you want to take back your position in the 18th District? Or even a higher position than that! "
Tagore looked at Jiang Cheng in surprise. This was not something he could do even if he wanted to. But when he met Jiang Cheng's serious eyes, he felt that Jiang Cheng was asking him seriously and was not joking. So, he took a deep breath, leaned on the back of the wheelchair, and thought carefully.
For Tagore, all his ambitions had disappeared since he was framed by Martin Luther and was hit by someone until he was paralyzed. In this life, he decided that he would only fight and live for revenge. But now, Jiang Cheng was asking him if he wanted to take back his former position. He was stunned for a moment.
After a long time, a light flashed in Tagore's eyes. He looked at Jiang Cheng and said in a deep voice, "I still want to hear what you want me to do before I make a decision."
Jiang Cheng looked at Tagore and chuckled. He crossed his fingers, leaned on the table, and rested his chin on his fingers. As he smiled, his expression suddenly became serious. He stared at Tagore and said, "I want your Blackbat Society to join our Lung Hing Society! To become the Blackbat Hall under the Lung Hing Society! "
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