Chapter 1088

San Francisco, police station.

Inside the chief's office, White looked at the man before him, his face filled with anger: "You shouldn't treat me like this, I am right!"

"You are right?"

Looking at White suspiciously, the man slammed the table: "Who do you think you are? Daring to question me in my office? Now put down your badge and service weapon, get out, you are suspended!"

Upon learning what White did during the day, the man was almost scared silly.

Because this guy truly didn't know what it meant to be unaware of the immensity of heaven and earth, actually daring to draw a gun and threaten the Far East Group.

Didn't he know that the people who did this back then were all lying in the bay now?

He, White, was an air-dropped official; it didn't matter if he ran away later, but what about them? Could they fly?

But the premise was that this guy, White, could leave San Francisco!

"Facts will prove that you asshole are not fit to sit in this position at all!"

Looking at the man in anger, White turned and left.

But just after White came out, he found that many people were staring at him in surprise, appearing very fearful.

Looking at everyone's gaze, White walked out swaggeringly.

After getting in the car, White came to Tracy's home.

Just as James said, White had an unclear relationship with this reporter, otherwise the two wouldn't have been chasing Joey Tai together!

And their so-called justice, in Zhang Cheng's eyes, was worthless.

After all, what was White's purpose in staring at Joey Tai? Wasn't it just thinking that people from the Far East were easy to bully!

The Sicilian Mafia, the Irish Group, White Supremacy—had White investigated these people?

No, in the situation reported by James, White hadn't even investigated the files of these people!

So, who gave him the confidence to think that Joey Tai in San Francisco was weak and easy to bully?

And in the movie, Joey Tai was killed, but his image ended up like a clown; wasn't this a blatant contempt for the people of the Far East?

Looking at White, what did this guy investigate when he came to investigate? Having affairs, playing with reporters, his wife dying—it was truly a path to promotion and wealth!

Arriving at Tracy's home, White immediately threw himself into a gentle embrace.

Embracing each other passionately, Tracy also looked at White, the two of them looking at each other with deep affection.

But just as they were about to take off their clothes, the door was kicked open.

Turning his head in astonishment, White hurriedly intended to draw his service weapon, only to find that he had already been suspended.

Looking at White before him, James questioned: "What are you doing? Looking for a gun?"

"Fuck!"

Cursing in anger, White grabbed the chair beside him and smashed it over.

Grabbing the chair with a backhand, James placed it before him lightly.

"Why be so angry? Buddy, if you want a gun, just tell me! I have them!"

Clapping his hands, James turned his head: "Who brought a gun? Give this gentleman one!"

Pulling back his trench coat, the vampires who came with James smiled one after another, revealing their fangs.

Seeing this group of people carrying submachine guns, rifles, and even grenade launchers, White was dumbfounded.

Because was this definitely an assassination, or were they here to fight a local war?

"Tell me, what do you want? Thompson submachine gun, or the latest developed rifle, or an AK? Revolver..."

Just as James was introducing them, a large hand patted his shoulder from behind.

"Who is it? I'm introducing weapons here! How annoying!"

Speaking with disdain, James was just about to curse, only to see Zhang Cheng staring at him.

"Boss, why are you here! Come, come, come, please sit!"

Standing up, James stood honestly to the side, looking at the vampires with hatred, as if blaming them for why they didn't notify him.

And looking at James's gaze, the vampire squad was also helpless, because they hadn't noticed Zhang Cheng's appearance either!

Sitting down on his own, Zhang Cheng looked at White, took a cigar from his bosom, and said: "Can you tell me why you didn't go investigate the Sicilian Mafia, but chose to come to San Francisco to investigate my people?"

Looking at White, Zhang Cheng handed the cigar to the side.

Sensibly lighting the cigar, James began to fawn.

"Puff!"

As the thick smoke was exhaled, Zhang Cheng stared at White without speaking, then immediately turned his head: "Order it down, have someone slaughter his son in New York first!"

"No!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng say this, White roared in terror immediately.

Because he understood that the man before him was not joking.

"No? Only now do you know how to refuse? Do you think I'm negotiating terms with you?"

Showing a mocking smile, Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows.

And just as White rushed up in anger, James stepped forward, grabbed his neck directly, and then smashed him heavily onto the table.

"Boom!"

The broken table shattered into pieces, and White was smashed so hard he almost couldn't catch his breath.

"Drag him over!"

Signaling with his hand, Zhang Cheng looked at James.

"Understood, Boss!"

Dragging White before Zhang Cheng, James showed a ferocious smile.

Lifting his foot to step on White's face, Zhang Cheng leaned down: "Is this your first day out running around? Knowing full well the Far East Group is in San Francisco, you still dared to come investigate my people. If I really let you succeed, wouldn't I have become a clown?"

Speaking to this point, Zhang Cheng pinched his nose and then said playfully: "Since you like this woman, that proves your wife isn't important, right!"

Looking at White playfully, Zhang Cheng turned his head: "Get rid of his wife too! Fulfill this detective, and that reporter lady as well!"

"Asshole, what are you doing?"

Angrily wanting to get up, but how could White break free from Zhang Cheng's foot? He was stepped on the ground heavily, completely unable to move.

Before long, just as White was roaring hysterically, Zhang Cheng said coldly: "By the way, we've chatted for so long, you still don't know who I am, right? I am Zhang Cheng, Zhang Cheng of the Far East Group, and also the uncrowned king of this city, the true monarch of the West..."

Flicking the cigar ash, Zhang Cheng stood up, walked toward the door, and said: "Handle it nicely, don't let our future councilor have any trouble!"

"Understood, Boss!"

Looking at White before him, James showed a ferocious smile: "Now, it's time to talk about our business!"

Walking down from the apartment where he lived,

Zhang Cheng looked at a luxury car and got on immediately.

Watching Zhang Cheng appear, the man who was arguing with White in the office said: "Sir, this matter has nothing to do with us!"

"I know, but write the report nicely!"

Patting the man's shoulder, Zhang Cheng smiled.

"I understand, I will rearrange the scene, I guarantee there won't be any problems!"

Showing a smile, the man immediately became serious.

A few months later, the election in San Francisco officially came to an end.

When Joey Tai, wearing a black suit and combed hair, stood on the stage to give a speech, exclamations came from the people below.

And this was not because Joey Tai's speech was so successful, but because this councilor was truly too handsome; his refined attitude and aristocratic temperament made people fascinated by him.

Sitting on the railing of a high building, Zhang Cheng dangled his feet: "See that? The most handsome councilor in history has appeared!"

"Boss, I remember you never said anyone else was handsome before!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng curiously, James asked.

"Is that so? I don't remember!"

Showing a brilliant smile, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes, appearing very proud!

Because if he was the most handsome in history, wouldn't that make himself the second?

James:

Victor: Where's your face? Did you give it to Mephisto?

(End of chapter)