Although the strength of the Lung Hing Society had been strengthened, the power of Tianxia Hui in the UK was not to be underestimated. They were able to get such a large number of guns and bullets. Moreover, the Martin Gang also had some connections. They could even safely transport guns into France. However, it was a pity! After all, everything they did was just for the benefit of the Lung Hing Society!
After the Martin Gang's matter was settled, Jiang Cheng told Johansson, Batiste, and Hans to lead the other Lung Hing Society brothers to guard Rhodes Street and the three large cabarets. As long as they had these territories, it was equivalent to running a complete red-light district.
Hans, Johansson, and others smiled and confidently guaranteed that there would be no security problems in these territories, so Jiang Cheng could rest assured!
With weapons in hand, they were naturally confident. Jiang Cheng looked at them with a smile and nodded. Then, he led Wang Jie and 80 other brothers back to Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall with forty guns. Although these territories were very important, Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall also needed to be guarded.
After returning to Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall, many of the Lung Hing Society brothers who had gone out to provide support were now holding new guns in their hands. With bullets in their pockets, they smiled and showed off in front of others. Suddenly, the brothers who stayed in the Jeet Kune Dojo were envious. Once the guns were distributed, they were almost private property. If there were no special changes, they would not be taken back. Who didn't want to play with a gun on their shoulder?
When everyone unloaded the wooden box of ammunition from the car and carried it to the second floor of the Jeet Kune Dojo, and told everyone about what happened in the afternoon, everyone was amazed. At the same time, their eyes lit up. Especially Zhuge Liuyun, he slapped the table and cheered. He was very excited!
At this time, it was already dark. Jiang Cheng and others had been fighting for the whole afternoon, but they had not had time to eat. Therefore, at the suggestion of Zhuge Liuyun, they decided to go out to eat. They went to the Chinese restaurant on the 17th Street – Huang Heting.
Jiang Cheng, Wang Jie, Lin Yu, Zhuge Liuyun, Jing Long, and Zhao Hai went out to eat together. At the same time, they talked about the future development of Lung Hing Society. After all, there were still more than 200 black people in the cabarets on Rhodes Street. Things could not be solved so easily. Maybe the next step would be to negotiate with Martin Luther.
They walked slowly in the alley, chatting as they walked. They talked about this afternoon's battle and the process of getting the spoils of war.
Even now, the others still wore expressions of disbelief and disbelief on their faces. They kept asking Jiang Cheng for details, but Jiang Cheng only smiled faintly and casually explained a few things to them. Wang Jie, on the other hand, was beaming with joy as he talked about how disappointed he had been when he saw that Jiang Cheng had only brought four cars and a dozen or so brothers as reinforcements. But when he saw the black men panicking and scurrying away like rats after the explosion, he felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart. Add to that the fact that he had led the brothers of Dragonrise Association to charge and completely defeat the black men in one go!
"Haha! At that time, I was really afraid that the new brothers in France would not listen to the command and run away. But fortunately, it was just a false alarm … In the end, the Martin Gang's team was completely defeated. That feeling at that time, I still feel excited when I think about it … "Wang Jie kept talking with excitement. He was very talented in storytelling. The story he told was very wonderful, and everyone around him felt like they were there.
"I hope that Zhao Hu can get through this. The doctor said that this time it was very dangerous. He was lucky to be able to persist until now. The next step will depend on his luck." Zhuge Liuyun sighed and slowly said with some worry.
Just now, the doctors of Huaxing Hospital sent the treatment results of several wounded people to Zhuge Liuyun's mobile phone. After reading it, Zhuge Liuyun softly sighed and said to Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and slightly calmed down his agitated mood. He smiled and said, "Zhao Hu is very lucky. He will definitely be able to get through this, just like the previous two times."
Zhuge Liuyun nodded and deeply agreed, "Yes, if he survives a great disaster, he is bound to have good fortune later on!" After a moment of silence, he turned his head and said to Zhao Hai next to him, "Zhao Hai, the brother of the Lung Hing Society who blocked the bullet for you has now woken up. The bullet and his heart are just a little bit apart. As long as he recuperates for a while, he can be discharged from the hospital."
"Really?! That's great! "Zhao Hai looked up at Zhuge Liuyun and said with joy.
Not long after, they arrived at the Chinese restaurant Huang Heting and walked into the restaurant together. As soon as they entered, several waitresses in cheongsam immediately came up to receive them. Not only were there Asian beauties, but there were also a few blonde western girls with big breasts. They were all wearing sexy high-slit cheongsam and had professional smiles on their faces as they served Jiang Cheng and the others.
Although he hadn't been here for only a month, the atmosphere here had changed. The originally dull business had become prosperous, and the service staff had increased from two or three to more than a dozen. Take these blonde beauties in cheongsam in front of him, for example. Each of them was a beauty, and they must be treated very well.
The first floor of the restaurant was already full, and there was a lot of noise. It was naturally a good place to eat, but it was not suitable for Jiang Cheng and the others, who still had some things to discuss.
After the waitress made some arrangements, Jiang Cheng and the others were led to the second floor. They ordered a few of the restaurant's well-known dishes, and everyone began to chat while eating. However, after a short while, the restaurant's owner came to the table with a smile. He even brought a few bottles of high-grade, century-old wine, and thanked Jiang Cheng profusely.
According to the owner, since the last time Jiang Cheng proposed to take over the restaurant, he had not received any profit share. Not only that, even if the Red Gloves and the Martin Gang came to collect fees, they were all stopped by the Lung Hing Society. Not only that, even those who did not want to pay or deliberately caused trouble were taught a lesson. In the long run, because no one dared to work here, the business got better and better until it developed to what it was today.
In fact, the restaurant's culinary skills were excellent. In the past, the business was bad because black people often came to cause trouble. Now, with the help of the Lung Hing Society, those black people no longer came, so the business gradually improved.
The restaurant owner kept thanking Jiang Cheng, and then asked for his opinion. He offered to give a part of the profit share to the Lung Hing Society.
However, Jiang Cheng smiled, then waved his hand and said, "There's no need to give the hotel a share of the profit. We're all Chinese, so it's natural for us to take care of each other. In the future, forget about the profit share. Let's just give the wine for free. What do you think, boss?"
If he wanted to take a share of the profit, with the restaurant's booming business, it would be a considerable amount. Now that he was only giving the restaurant some free food, it was naturally a very good deal. Therefore, when he heard Jiang Cheng's words, the restaurant owner quickly nodded and agreed, saying that there was no problem.
After chatting with the restaurant owner for a while, he left. Jiang Cheng and the others ate and drank as they talked about the treatment of the black people.
Jing Long picked up a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp. He put down the glass and said fiercely, "Cheng Ge, because of these black people, many of our brothers in the Lung Hing Society have died. We can't let them go so easily! Let Martin Luther spend money to redeem them, at least 100,000 euros per person! If he's not willing to pay, then we'll kill all his men! "
Hearing Jing Long's words, the people sitting at the table all smiled bitterly. Zhuge Liuyun snorted with a bitter smile and shook his head. "Jing Long, it's easy for you to say, but you can't be impulsive. 100,000 euros for each person? Your appetite is too big. We have more than 200 captives now. 100,000 euros for each person is more than 20 million euros! Do you know how the Red Gloves and the Martin Gang used to deal with the captives when they were fighting each other? "
"How?!" Jing Long frowned and asked in confusion.
Zhuge Liuyun stretched out two fingers. "There are two ways. The first way is, of course, to exchange the captives. The second way is to pay for them. Although the Red Gloves don't have many people, they're quite strong. Many times, they've captured many black people and offered 50,000 to Martin Luther. Guess what happened in the end?"
Jing Long's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "What happened? 50,000 euros per person is so cheap. Why aren't you quickly redeeming your brothers? You really don't treat your subordinates as human beings! "
Lin Yu, who was sitting at the side, chuckled like a silver bell. She placed a finger covered in oil in her mouth and sucked on it. She looked at Jing Long mockingly and said, "Jing Long, you're right. Even if it's 50,000 euros per person, Martin Luther wouldn't be willing to pay for the ransom. Later, when the price was lowered to 30,000, the situation was still the same. Martin Luther really doesn't care about the lives of his subordinates. Hmph, do you think everyone is like our Cheng Ge?" She rolled her eyes at Jing Long.
Everyone at the table looked at Jing Long with a bitter smile. With this comparison, they knew how whimsical Jing Long's idea was. He actually expected Martin Luther to pay 100,000 euros for each person.
Jing Long was a little embarrassed. Martin Luther was not even willing to pay 30,000, let alone 100,000. He lowered his head in silence.
Zhuge Liuyun coughed lightly and said slowly with a bitter smile, "So, later, the Red Gloves stopped pretending to be prisoners of the Martin Luther Gang. They injured them on the spot and then let them go. They asked these people to go back to Martin Luther and ask for medical fees. In this way, Martin Luther couldn't refuse. Otherwise, if the gang didn't treat them when they were injured, Martin Luther Gang would have ceased to exist a long time ago."
Jiang Cheng picked up a piece of vegetable and chewed it slowly. With a smile in his eyes, he looked at Zhuge Liuyun and asked lightly, "Zhuge, what conditions do you think we should put forward to Martin Luther?"
"Hmph!" Zhuge Liuyun snorted in disdain and said mockingly, "Since even Martin Luther thinks that 10,000 is too much, why don't we be considerate and lower the price. 10,000 for each person and let him ransom them!"
Even the Red Gloves had never captured such a large number of captives in one go. If the price was too low, the Red Gloves would not be interested in them at all. However, it would also cause a lot of trouble. Therefore, they directly injured the captives, saving time and effort.
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