Chapter 2863: The Enforcer

A miraculous and amusing scene is unfolding inside this inconspicuous roast goose shop in Chinatown.

Five former ruthless gangsters, who once ruled Chinatown with arrogance and struck fear into countless Chinese vendors, are now kneeling on the ground, constantly stuffing bright yellow, golden bullets into their mouths.

The 9mm pistol bullets are thick and fat; swallowing them is far more painful than gulping down the largest capsules.

Moreover, these people don't even have a cup of water to wash them down; they can only grit their teeth and force them down raw.

The most miserable of all is Will Johnson.

Because his sister is one of the lovers of the Burning Angels boss, and because he was born with a ruthless nature and strikes extremely hard, he has risen to mid-level management within the Burning Angels, and the boss has entrusted him with overseeing this Chinatown area.

If we were to use the terminology of Hong Kong gangs, he would be the Chinatown enforcer of the Burning Angels.

But this enforcer is now especially miserable.

Although his four underlings are in extreme agony from swallowing the 9mm pistol bullets, fortunately the bullets are relatively round in shape, so they can grit their teeth and force them down with all their might.

But Will Jackson is in a terrible state.

He is eating Ye Chen's personally disassembled version: each bullet is personally opened by Ye Chen, who personally pours the propellant into his mouth, then stuffs the disassembled bullet head and casing into his mouth, forcing him to swallow quickly.

After the casing loses the bullet head, the seam becomes extremely sharp and often gets lodged in Will Jackson's tonsils, but Ye Chen doesn't give him a chance to slowly swallow it down, so he can only force it down with all his might; after swallowing just three or five, he begins to swallow while vomiting blood, and his throat, mouth, and esophagus are all lacerated by the casing.

Seeing him desperately swallowing despite his mouth full of blood, Qiangzi beside him can hardly bear it, desperately suppressing his urge to vomit while turning his head to the side.

Ye Chen saw this and asked: "Qiangzi, have you seen this Will Jackson a few times?"

Qiangzi hurriedly replied: "Ye Mr., I... I've probably seen him three or four times..."

Ye Chen nodded and said: "Come, tell me in detail, what was he doing each time you saw him?"

Qiangzi thought for a moment and truthfully said: "The first time I saw him, he went to Aunt Wang's offal stall next door to collect protection money, but since Aunt Wang doesn't speak English and chased him away with a broom, he had people break her hands and feet..."

Will Johnson hurriedly defended himself: "That old woman attacked me first; I was just defending myself..."

Ye Chen grabbed his left wrist, applied slight force, and his entire left hand snapped cleanly off at the wrist; Will Johnson screamed in agony, and Ye Chen said with a cold expression: "You barged in today, I broke your hand—also in self-defense."

Will Johnson was nearly broken, but what broke him even more was Ye Chen picking up the gun with the magazine removed, gripping the barrel, and using it as a hammer to smash his right ankle; with a sharp cracking sound, Will Johnson winced in pain and nearly fainted.

But Ye Chen didn't give him a chance to faint.

He raised the gun and brought it down again, smashing his left ankle into a bloody pulp.

Immediately, Ye Chen ignored the frantic howling of Will Johnson and turned back to Qiangzi: "Go on."

Qiangzi said: "The second time I saw him, he came to my shop demanding three thousand US dollars; since I couldn't come up with it, he brought these few people and beat me up, then said today was my final deadline."

Ye Chen looked at Qiangzi's dark purple face, nodded slightly, grabbed Will Johnson's collar, and slapped him left and right four or five times until capillaries on his face bled, then tossed the near-dead Will Johnson aside.

Then he asked Qiangzi: "What about the third time?"

Qiangzi said: "The third time was the night before last; he was sitting in a Cadillac parked at the street corner; just then, Ah Chong from the Chinese Gang came out of the nightclub, his underlings dragged him into the car, then I heard a gunshot, then saw a blood mist burst from the rear door of that car, then Ah Chong's body was shoved out, and the Cadillac drove off..."

Ye Chen nodded and asked: "That Ah Chong—did he usually bully men and women, bully trade and market in Chinatown?"

Qiangzi shook his head: "The Chinese Gang in Chinatown is still fairly decent; although they also collect protection money from us, they really do help us solve some problems, especially for us illegal immigrants who are often bullied—the Chinese Gang generally stands up for us, and their fees are actually quite reasonable; after all, in America, running a small business means you can avoid taxes, but protection money is inevitable; compared to that, the Chinese Gang is much more fair..."

"Good." Ye Chen then asked: "You said Will Johnson was sitting in the car at the time—where exactly was he sitting?"

Qiangzi hesitated a bit but still summoned the courage to say: "He was sitting in the rear passenger seat."

Ye Chen continued: "Was the position where Ah Chong was brought into the car the rear door of the driver's side?"

Qiangzi nodded: "Yes..."

"Good." Ye Chen paused, then asked: "Did you see clearly who fired the shot?"

Qiangzi shook his head: "I didn't see clearly who fired, but after Ah Chong died, the rear passenger window rolled down, and I saw that Will Johnson was spitting outward."

Ye Chen turned to Will Johnson and demanded sternly: "I ask you—was it you who killed Ah Chong of the Chinese Gang?"

Will Johnson hurriedly shook his head: "No, it wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

Ye Chen looked at the other four and said: "If any of you four tell me the truth, you can eat five fewer bullets; but if none of you tell the truth, or if you refuse to answer my questions, I'll make you swallow your disassembled guns along with those bullets."

The four immediately broke out in a sweat, heads pounding with tension.

Ye Chen said to make them swallow the gun parts, which truly frightened them enough; swallowing a dozen or so bullets still leaves a chance to slowly excrete them, but swallowing an entire gun's parts? That's no better than being shot directly—at least then you'd die quickly.

So, several people came forward to accuse, claiming it was Will Johnson who fired the shot that killed that Chinese Gang member nicknamed Ah Chong.

Will Johnson's face turned deathly pale; he still wanted to defend himself, but thinking that these few people had all betrayed him, if he defended himself now, he'd likely provoke Ye Chen's wrath even more.

Thinking of how Ye Chen always returns evil doubled upon the evildoer, fear filled him to the extreme.

I killed the Chinese Gang's Ah Chong—does Ye Chen today also want to kill me?!

Just as he was terrified and uneasy, Ye Chen asked Qiangzi: "Do you know the boss of the Chinese Gang?"

Qiangzi hurriedly nodded: "I know him—he's Ni Dawei, who used to come to my shop often."

Beside him, Uncle Zhong said: "Young Master, Ni Dawei originally sneaked from the mainland to Hong Kong, then from Hong Kong to the US; although he mixed with gangs, he's still a decent person."

Ye Chen nodded and asked Qiangzi: "Can you find him?"

Qiangzi thought: "Ye Mr., Dawei Brother seems to have run off to lay low; finding him now probably isn't that easy."

Uncle Zhong said: "He definitely hasn't left Chinatown; he's probably hiding in Marilyn Hair Salon right now—I know his habits; he always believes the most dangerous place is the safest."

Qiangzi exclaimed: "No way, Uncle Zhong... everyone in Chinatown knows the owner of Marilyn Hair Salon is Dawei Brother's lover—how dare he hide there at a time like this..."

Uncle Zhong said: "Don't ask so many questions—just go straight to Marilyn Hair Salon, tell the owner there that I've returned, and ask him to come meet me."