Chapter 2881

Abramovich also knew that Ye Chen sparing his life could already be considered returning evil with kindness. In this situation, his best choice was to quit while he was ahead and not try to plead for mercy again; otherwise, if Ye Chen changed his mind, he might very well get a worse offer.

Helpless, he could only say to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, don't worry. Once I reach Syria, I will definitely try my best to cooperate deeply with Commander Hamid and contribute my meager efforts..."

Ye Chen nodded approvingly and said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad. Mr. Abramovich, as we Chinese say, you are 'on the path.' In this society, there aren't many people who are truly on the path anymore."

After saying this, he checked the time and said to Wan Pojun: "Pojun, it's dawn, and the people have arrived one after another. Contact a boat, then go up and give the guys upstairs a strong dose of medicine, and you can set off to take them out of the United States."

Wan Pojun nodded respectfully and asked Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, how exactly should this strong dose be administered? Do you have any general instructions?"

Ye Chen held up a finger and said seriously: "I have only one requirement: scare them to death. Make them, whether they are taken away by you or left behind, live in constant fear from the moment they see you."

Wan Pojun understood and immediately said: "Don't worry, Mr. Ye, I will definitely handle it well!"

Afterward, Ye Chen had Antonio hold onto the railing himself and hop up to the second floor first.

As for him and Wan Pojun, they followed behind at a leisurely pace.

At this time, the gang members upstairs were still full of resentment toward Antonio.

Almost none of them knew exactly what had happened; they only knew that Antonio had tricked them into coming here and then tied them up, which clearly meant he had no good intentions. Some even thought to themselves that once they got out, they had to find a way to leave the Zano family. If they could find an opportunity to turn against them and unite to deal with the Zano family, that would be even better.

Of course, the premise was that they had to be able to get out of here alive.

Hearing the heavy footsteps of someone coming upstairs, these people stared unblinkingly at the stairwell, but no one expected that even after the sound had echoed and vibrated for a long time, they still couldn't see who was coming.

It was no wonder; Antonio could only hop on one leg, which not only required a lot of momentum but was also very inefficient. He had been hopping for a long time and still hadn't managed to jump up.

After waiting for a long time, the people above finally saw Antonio's head.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with anger and hatred because they couldn't understand why Antonio, their boss—and a loyal boss at that—would trick them into coming here and tie them up.

Facing these angry and questioning eyes, Antonio was also very anxious. Half of the people here were going to Syria with him, and they would be seeing each other every day in the future. Moreover, he had lost his protection and was missing a leg; if they really ganged up to bully him, he feared he would have nowhere to turn for help.

These people looked at Antonio with angry eyes as he hopped and hopped again. After hopping for a long time, his head finally slowly emerged from the stairwell.

Everyone couldn't help but be puzzled, unable to understand what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

But when Antonio finally struggled to bring his lower body up, everyone was shocked to discover that he was actually missing a leg.

Even more surprising was that not only was his leg broken, but it hadn't been treated at all; the blood at the injury was still red, looking shocking.

Antonio no longer had the momentum and style of a Mafia boss.

To minimize their hatred toward him as much as possible, the first thing he did after struggling to the second floor was to immediately take off the hat he was wearing.

This was even more shocking, leaving the others speechless, because they could all see that Antonio's two ears were gone, leaving only bloody scars.

At this point, it was easy to guess that Antonio must have been subjected to inhuman torture, so everyone understood that the person who had tricked them into coming here and tied them up today was someone else.

Just at this moment, Ye Chen and Wan Pojun walked up the stairs one after the other.

These people had all seen Ye Chen on the first floor earlier, but no one knew what Ye Chen actually did.

After Ye Chen walked up and surveyed the crowd, the first thing he said was: "I invited everyone here today to discuss the future division of New York gang territories and profit distribution. Since there are many people here, I won't give everyone a chance to express their opinions one by one. Let's get straight to the point: from today on, all your gangs must report to the Chinese Gang. In addition, 75% of all your net income must be handed over to the Chinese Gang weekly."

As soon as Ye Chen said this, the crowd widened their eyes. Although many had foul rags stuffed in their mouths, it was clear that their expressions were full of anger.

Recently, Antonio had been having the Burning Roses seize the Chinese Gang's territory in Chinatown. Other gangs were very clear about this, and in their view, the Chinese Gang had almost no ability to resist.

But now, seeing Ye Chen's standard East Asian face, they all thought in their hearts that this was the Chinese Gang's final struggle. The Chinese Gang must have been at the end of their rope to find a way to capture Antonio and then use him to threaten them, the gang bosses.

To put it bluntly, it was nothing more than holding the emperor hostage to command the vassals.

If this method were used in ancient times, it might have been useful, but in the gang society of New York, it was almost useless.

Because although there were hundreds of gangs, large and small, and their relationships of attachment and subordination were complex, in reality, every gang in New York had a heart that would never be a slave.

In other words, they didn't want to be anyone's subordinate. The reason they were subordinates now was entirely forced by the situation. When the situation wasn't in their favor, they were someone else's dog, but once the situation was in their favor, anyone was food in their mouths, to be torn apart, chewed, swallowed, and turned into a pile of hot dog shit.

So, holding the emperor hostage to command the vassals was naturally useless to them.

Even if Ye Chen killed Antonio in front of them today, they wouldn't sincerely submit to Ye Chen. At most, they would just pretend to submit. The first thing they would do after getting out of here alive would be to bring their brothers and their weapons back to kill Ye Chen and tear him to pieces.

And Ye Chen also said that they had to submit to the Chinese Gang and pay protection fees in the future, which meant they would be able to leave here alive.

Since that was the case, what was there to be afraid of? Just wait for an opportunity to kill their way back.

Therefore, facing the conditions Ye Chen set, they all scoffed in their hearts. Plus, with their mouths gagged, they just pretended to be stupid together.

However, Ye Chen didn't need their response; he just continued to say to himself: "Also, listen to me carefully. Starting tomorrow, every one of your gangs must have a full-time accountant to keep detailed records of all revenue and expenditures, and report to the Chinese Gang weekly to accept audits. Whoever has problems with their accounts, the first time, I'll chop off their left hand; the second time, their right hand; and the third time, their head."

Ye Chen's harsh words made them take it even less seriously.

Although they couldn't communicate with each other yet, everyone had their own scale in their hearts. Everyone felt that the Chinese Gang's power was just that small, and the number of members wasn't large. If there was a real fight, they wouldn't be the opponents of so many gangs at all; there was absolutely no advantage to hold them hostage.

At this time, Ye Chen continued: "You should have noticed that all the gang bosses present today brought their seconds-in-command. So, I won't speak in riddles. I'll state my arrangements for the next steps here. First, in a few dozen minutes, all current gang bosses must leave New York by boat for Syria. The position of gang boss will be inherited by the accompanying second-in-command. But if the second-in-command refuses to fulfill their obligations, then this matter will be handled by this Mr. Wan beside me."

After saying this, Ye Chen looked at Wan Pojun and said indifferently: "Pojun, you tell everyone."

Wan Pojun nodded, then stepped forward, standing in front of the crowd in a military posture, and said with a murderous look: "Let me introduce myself. I am Wan Pojun, the Commander of the Cataclysmic Front."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present felt as if their skulls had been pried open, and someone was blowing cold air into them with an air conditioner.

Who was Wan Pojun? Even if gang members didn't know what he looked like, they definitely knew his legendary story. You have to know that for gang members, even becoming the island master of Sicily wasn't the top-tier level of awesomeness.

And Wan Pojun, who had extremely strong personal strength, tens of thousands of mercenaries under his command, and could even possess a permanent base in Syria, was the existence they admired most.

You have to know that although these gangs were very brave on the streets, in the eyes of the US government, they were just a bunch of stray dogs rummaging through trash on the street. If they really provoked the authorities, the outcome would be nothing but death. And there wasn't a single gang that could possess its own permanent base in the United States.

But the Cataclysmic Front was different. They had a legal base in Syria and had started rounds of reinforcement, which had already evolved into countless versions in the underworld, and had been bragged about by these little thugs for several rounds.

Therefore, when they heard the man in front of them identify himself as Wan Pojun, they all asked themselves a question in their hearts: Is this person really that god-like Wan Pojun?

At this time, Wan Pojun cleared his throat and continued: "You should have all heard Mr. Ye's words just now. I will explain to you in detail the consequences of disobeying Mr. Ye. Those who go to Syria and dare to disobey Mr. Ye, if the circumstances are serious, will be executed directly. If the circumstances are minor, their hands will be cut off first, then their feet. If cutting off all four limbs isn't enough, their immediate family members will bear the consequences, with the execution order following the inheritance order of US law;"

As he spoke, Wan Pojun added: "Besides that, for those who remain in New York to manage the gangs, once they disobey Mr. Ye, I, Wan Pojun, swear to heaven that I will have the Cataclysmic Front soldiers wipe out their entire families! If even a single dog manages to run out of their house alive afterward, I, Wan Pojun, will commit suicide to apologize to Mr. Ye!"