Chapter 1007

San Francisco, Chinatown.

The Ford car slowly drove away.

Standing in front of the window, Bai Xuanling clenched his fists with a gloomy face.

Because what Zhang Cheng said was truly too piercing.

Over these years, in order to protect his compatriots, was his constant backing down wrong?

Coming to Bai Xuanling's side, Fourth Uncle said, "Don't listen to his words; everyone knows everything you've done!"

"Is that so? But I always feel that I'm old!"

Looking at his old friend beside him, Bai Xuanling sighed helplessly.

Returning to the manor, Zhang Cheng looked at Feiyanggu, who had been following behind, and said, "Fatty, are you crazy? Why are you following me?"

"He is in your car; I must take him back!"

Pointing at Zheng Shiliang beside Zhang Cheng, Feiyanggu became stern.

"For the sake of us both being compatriots, I'll give you one chance. Go away. Can you stop bothering me? I'm already troubled enough!"

Looking at Feiyanggu, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but speak up.

"No, I must take him back!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Feiyanggu became stern.

"Are you kidding me?"

Seeing Feiyanggu wouldn't let go, Zhang Cheng hurriedly jumped out of the car, grabbed the whip at his waist, and rushed over.

"Hey, audacious! You dare to raise a hand against this official?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Feiyanggu hurriedly roared.

"This is San Francisco, not the Great Qing. Forget about whipping you, I'd strip you naked if I wanted to. Still wearing a yellow riding jacket, huh?"

The whip lashed out, striking directly on Feiyanggu's leg.

"Ouch!"

Jumping in pain, Feiyanggu immediately ran wildly, roaring as he ran, "You unruly subject, you unruly subject!"

"Don't run! Watch me whip you to death! Still 'Great Qing' this and that? The Great Qing perished long ago!"

Pointing at Feiyanggu and roaring, Zhang Cheng turned around and returned to the car.

Coming to Zhang Cheng's side, Luo Libiao said, "Boss, should we kill them?"

"No need!"

Waving his hand indifferently, Zhang Cheng looked at Zheng Shiliang beside him and said, "You want to go back and save the country?"

"Yes, I came here precisely to go back better!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Zheng Shiliang became serious.

"Give me three months, and I'll let you go back with a ship full of guns!"

Patting Zheng Shiliang on the shoulder, Zhang Cheng looked up; these were truly troubled times.

Looking at Zhang Cheng in bewilderment, Zheng Shiliang said in surprise, "You?"

"I'm not, don't guess wildly; I'm just a Far Easterner!"

Speaking to Zheng Shiliang, Zhang Cheng explained.

Five days later, Zheng Shiliang was flipping through documents, but his heart was very bewildered.

Because how did Zhang Cheng's assets come about, and why did the number of miners here keep increasing, yet there were no expenditures at all?

Zhang Cheng: What expenditures do I need for slaves?

Zheng Shiliang: Huh?

"Hey, Zhang, who is this?"

Walking in from outside, when Xiao En saw Zheng Shiliang, he was immediately surprised.

"My compatriot, now my assistant, responsible for handling some accounting issues!"

Explaining to Xiao En, Zhang Cheng stepped forward and shook hands with the other party.

Looking at Zheng Shiliang, Zhang Cheng pointed at Xiao En and said, "This is my partner, Xiao En, the next mayor of San Francisco!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Zheng Shiliang said suspiciously, "But isn't Grant participating in the election?"

"Do you think he can live until the election ends?"

Looking at Zheng Shiliang with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng patted his shoulder and laughed loudly, "I'll tell you a truth: sometimes, if you can't solve a problem, then change your thinking and solve the person who created the problem!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Zheng Shiliang said in bewilderment, "You want to take action against Grant?"

"If we can't talk it out, we fight. Otherwise, are we keeping him for the New Year?"

Smoking a cigar, Zhang Cheng coldly raised his eyebrows and said, "Is the matter settled?"

"There's no problem on that side, as long as the guy in the way disappears!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Xiao En could not hide the excitement in his heart at this moment.

After all, he was only a small town mayor before, and now, under support, he was about to become the mayor of San Francisco!

Looking at Xiao En's appearance, Zhang Cheng didn't say anything.

Because many years ago in North America, he and the Southern plantation owners could even manipulate presidential elections; now, it was just repeating it once more!

The person standing on the stage might not be the true power-holder, but the black hand behind the scenes must be him!

The famous Master Huang Silang once said a sentence, which was: invite guests, behead them, and accept them as dogs!

Now Zhang Cheng was practicing Master Huang's steps, which was inviting guests!

Inside a certain luxurious restaurant that had now been booked out,

When Grant brought people in, he saw quite a few cowboys dressed in Western style standing all around.

Raising a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, Grant came to Zhang Cheng and sat down, saying, "What do you want to talk to me about? Yellow-skin!"

"Mr. Grant, I just want to tell you to withdraw from this election! But now, you've offended me. Do you know that?"

Looking at Grant before him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but become playful.

"Are you threatening me? Relying on these country rednecks?"

Mocking Zhang Cheng, Grant even insulted the cowboys on the side.

Looking at Grant before him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but give a thumbs up and say, "It seems your bones are very hard; you aren't willing to kneel and apologize!"

"Let me tell you, I will drive you all away! You dirty guy, I came here just to warn you: don't think that just because you have a Maxim, I have one too!"

Standing up, Grant looked at Zhang Cheng with a face full of mockery.

Raising a smile at the corner of his mouth, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Because when people are angry, they really do laugh!

"Boss, should we take action?"

Coming to Zhang Cheng's side, Luo Libiao became serious.

"I originally only intended to kill him, but now, I've changed my mind!"

Revealing a ferocious smile, Zhang Cheng's eyes flickered as he said, "Kill his whole family, including his relatives, friends, and even his horse."

"Yes, Boss!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Luo Libiao immediately turned his head and nodded at Tristan.

Receiving the order, Tristan spat out the matchstick in his mouth, then turned and left with his men.

Returning to the manor, Grant immediately said, "Tell the people below to be vigilant; that damn monkey might retaliate!"

"Yes, sir!"

Hearing Grant's words, the servant who turned to leave immediately became serious.

However, just at this moment, the sound of whistling bullets rang out.

When five or six Maxim machine guns outside began strafing the manor, the entire house was shattered.

Constantly venting his anger, Tristan roared, "Kill everyone inside for me, don't leave any survivors!"

Hearing Tristan's words, the cowboys immediately became angry.

Because this bastard, insulting their boss was one thing, but why insult them too? After all, they all knew Zhang Cheng was not a human being!

But they were just a group of "kind" cowboys!

Other than usually liking to kill and loot, they hadn't done anything bad!

One minute later, the gunfire stopped.

The cowboys, drawing their long and short guns, climbed over the fence and rushed in.

Struggling to dodge the strafing, Grant looked at his relatives lying in pools of blood and roared immediately.

However, Tristan would not give him a chance to take revenge, because the boss said that when exterminating a family, one must be thorough; they could live in regret, but they must never live in fear!

(End of chapter)