Chapter 1008

The manor was billowing with thick smoke, and the fire seemed to dye the sky red.

Dealing with the guards who hadn't died yet, Tristan led the cowboys to finish them off one by one.

As professionally trained people, they now all understood that some people's hearts might not necessarily be on the left side.

So two shots to the chest and one to the head had become a habit.

Don't be afraid if you encounter someone seriously injured; put a shot in the center of their forehead, and all your troubles will be gone!

Arriving at the second floor, Tristan was just about to go up when he suddenly crouched down.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and Tristan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Because this guy Grant was still alive, hiding in a corner and firing cold shots, almost taking him out.

"Fuck you, bastard, I'm going to kill you all!"

Roaring in anger, Grant's eyes were bloodshot at this moment.

Because he hadn't expected Zhang Cheng's retaliation to come so quickly, without even a moment to react.

But fortunately, bad luck hadn't appeared, otherwise Grant wouldn't even have had the chance to return home.

Zhang Cheng: Offend me, and you will suffer retribution!

Grant:

"This guy has a really long life!"

Hearing Grant's roar, Tristan couldn't help but complain.

However, just at this moment, a cowboy stepped forward and said, "We caught his son!"

"My God? How can you be so cruel? Actually threatening the other party—why don't you hurry up and tie a bomb to him!"

Looking at the cowboy behind him, Tristan was saying something, but the next second he had someone take action.

Staring blankly at Tristan, the cowboy couldn't help but say, "Do we really have to do this?"

"Look at me. If you can't finish him off, when we go back, the boss will finish you off, understand?"

Looking seriously at the cowboy, Tristan became stern.

"Understood!"

Nodding at Tristan, the cowboy hurriedly tied the explosives to the boy's body.

Looking at this scene in terror, the boy pleaded, "Don't do this, I beg you, let me go, okay?"

"We let you go? Then who lets us go? God?"

Sneering at the boy, the cowboy lit the fuse and kicked him out.

Just after the boy left, everyone aimed their guns at him; if he dared to turn around, they would immediately turn him into a sieve.

"My God, why are you here?"

Seeing his son appear, Grant was astonished.

However, just at this moment, he discovered a horrifying scene: his son was covered in bombs.

"Father!"

Looking at Grant in terror, the boy reached out his hand in despair.

"Boom!"

Under the violent explosion, the entire two-story building was blown to pieces.

Looking at the scene before him, Grant wailed in despair, his eyes filled with rage.

Hiding behind cover, Tristan couldn't help but ask, "Fuck, who made the fuse so short?"

But before Tristan could finish cursing, a cowboy roared, "Damn it, Grant ran away!"

"What? Hurry up and chase him, otherwise we'll all die!"

Hearing the cowboy's words, everyone panicked.

After all, if Grant escaped, they would be in big trouble.

As their boss, Zhang Cheng would absolutely not allow such a mistake to occur!

Fleeing for his life, when Grant saw the sheriff who had arrived after hearing the commotion, he immediately roared, "Help, help, someone wants to kill me!"

Riding up, Sheriff Smith looked at Grant and was immediately astonished, "Mr. Grant, why is it you!"

"Those guys from Kansas are crazy; they blew up my house and destroyed everything I have!"

Speaking to Smith before him, Grant seemed to have finally found a savior.

However, before Grant could finish his words, Tristan and the others, who had chased after him on horseback, confronted Smith.

Looking at the armed cowboys, Smith's heart was filled with panic.

Because he could see that Grant had encountered someone ruthless.

"Smith, did you see anything?"

Speaking to Smith with a face full of smiles, Tristan rode his horse forward and looked at him.

"I!"

Looking at Grant, Smith really wanted to say what he had seen, but thinking of the generous Zhang Cheng and this group of ruthless cowboys, Smith didn't dare to speak.

Because he knew that if he said the wrong thing, everyone would suffer!

"Sheriff, we should go on patrol!"

Pulling Smith's reins, the officer beside him shook his head obscurely, signaling him not to meddle in other people's business.

Because everyone had recently received money from Tristan and didn't want to go against their "benefactor" at all!

As for things like conscience, couldn't you just cover it up with two more Franklins?

After all, if a person loses their conscience, they can earn even more!

"I didn't see anything!"

After saying this awkwardly, Smith pried away the hand that was grabbing him tightly.

"I convey my boss's greetings to you!"

Looking at Smith with a face full of smiles, Tristan tipped his hat in salute, because this guy was a smart man; otherwise, they would have had to dig a few more pits tonight.

"Smith, you bastard, you can't do this!"

Looking at Smith in anger, Grant roared.

However, before he could finish his words, Tristan, who had drawn his gun, had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Gunshots rang out continuously, and Grant fell into a pool of blood in despair.

Hearing the sound of popping beans coming from behind, Smith swallowed his saliva and said, "These guys from Kansas are really ruthless!"

After the Grant family was murdered, the people of San Francisco were all furious and vowed to punish the murderers severely.

However, arguing was arguing, and making a scene was making a scene; everyone knew in their hearts who had done this.

But did anyone dare to run to Zhang Cheng's manor to make trouble?

Chinatown, inside the association hall.

Zhang Cheng looked at Bai Xuanling again and said, "My person is about to become mayor. As the result of our last negotiation, I need you to help me recruit workers!"

"What does your factory make?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Bai Xuanling inquired.

"An arsenal, plus automobiles, and more!"

Looking at Bai Xuanling with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng squinted his eyes and explained.

"You have so much money?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with suspicion, Bai Xuanling was puzzled.

"Of course, I have a mine in Kansas, and I even have a friendship with the local Indian tribes!"

Faced with Bai Xuanling's inquiry, Zhang Cheng explained.

Because he knew that Bai Xuanling was worried that he would become a "labor broker" and turn around to sell his compatriots.

But would Zhang Cheng do such a thing? Of course not!

"Good, no problem!"

Standing up, Bai Xuanling came before Zhang Cheng and extended his hand, saying, "You did a beautiful job with the Grant affair!"

"Of course, I have always been very steady in my work!"

Looking at Bai Xuanling with a face full of smiles, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but squint his eyes.

A few days later, the new mayor took the stage to give a speech.

When the original anti-Far Easterner sentiment was shelved, a huge uproar arose in many people's hearts.

Because it was precisely the lack of jobs that made them jealous of the always-diligent Far Easterners!

However, Xiao En said, "As mayor, I will open more factories in San Francisco to ensure everyone's interests. Now, I invite the president of the Far East Group, Zhang, to come up and give us a speech!"

Amidst the astonishment of the people, Zhang Cheng slowly walked onto the stage and said, "Very happy to see you all. My name is Zhang Cheng—the Cheng of 'integrity and honesty'!"

(End of chapter)