Chapter 1099: The Appetite is Indeed Not Small

The news that gunshots came from the Peileisi family manor quickly spread within the family.

Although Baoluo had been ordering people not to spread these messages, it was almost of no use.

A big family, a big gang family—from direct line, branch line, cadres, captains, to the lowest-level gang members, different classes also divided different people into many parts.

Some followed Baoluo, and some followed Peiji. The moment the gunshot rang, these people had already begun to consider how to pass the message out.

So although Baoluo had been asking not to spread it randomly, it was still of no use.

Now the only thing that could make him feel a bit relaxed was that the news of Fran being shot hadn't spread out.

This wasn't because they had a relatively high moral standard in this matter, it was just because they also knew that if the news of Fran being shot spread out, it would trigger what kind of unpredictable terrifying consequences.

They didn't spread the news randomly just because they also had their interests in it.

Peiji knew about this matter from friends in the family the first time. Gunshots came from the manor, but there was no further news.

Baoluo punished the guy who was said to have had an accidental discharge in front of many people in a timely manner.

Some people felt that this matter ended here, but some people felt that everything was acted out.

"I have to go to the manor."

After answering the phone, Peiji was already unable to sit still. "Gunshots came from the manor, but this gave me a... I don't know how to describe it!"

"From the time I could remember until now, in such a long period of time, I have never heard of anyone having an accidental discharge in the manor. I don't know why I always associate it with some bad things."

"I have to go see!"

"You guys watch the business here; if there is no problem, I will be back before dinner."

Peiji stood up from behind the table, and other people in the office could only default to this choice of his; after all, he was the "Boss" here.

Peiji casually pointed at two people to follow him, and the three of them took a few subordinates, sat in two cars, and drove toward the manor.

He sat in the back seat of the second car and had been frowning since getting in the car.

People are a very strange kind of creature; perhaps because of intelligence, people will always have a kind of inexplicable induction at a certain period of time.

A fragment of the future enters the human mind in a very peculiar way and influences people's judgment.

At this moment, Peiji's mind was full of thoughts about whether the manor had been attacked. He was actually relatively worried about Fran; it wasn't that his relationship with Fran was very good, but he also knew that Fran couldn't have anything happen to him.

The more he thought this way, the more serious his sense of unease became.

Originally he was already very irritable, and the car drove and drove, the speed decreased, and it stopped completely, which made his mood become even more unstable.

"What's wrong?", he asked in the car. The driver pushed open the door, stood on the pedal, and looked forward for a while. "It seems there was a traffic accident."

Traffic accidents happen every day, and the current Federation's regulations regarding traffic aren't perfect. For example, in many places, there is no clear requirement for whether one can drive after drinking alcohol; of course, most people now have no way to drink and drive because the price of alcohol is too expensive.

However, for whether one can drive after taking or injecting some special drugs, there is also no requirement.

Some special drugs have strong sedative, anesthetic, and hypnotic effects; if you take these drugs and then drive, it is very easy to have a car accident, but the federal law almost has no clear written prohibition on these behaviors.

This led to some people causing car accidents because of this.

Peiji also couldn't help but tilt his head and look forward, although he couldn't see anything, but he quickly made a decision. "Go see, let them move the car away, tell them, I'm in a hurry!"

This sentence might have the suspicion of showing off, but in Old City, the direct members of the Peileisi family had the qualification and capital to do so.

This was a city firmly controlled by the Peileisi family, but their method of controlling this city was different from the Lanse family in Jincheng.

They used fear, not authority.

When speaking, the cars behind also constantly surged over, blocking their retreat; this was a main road, and once blocked, it would quickly form a traffic jam like an embolism, unable to move.

The subordinate in the passenger seat nodded, left the passenger seat, came to the side of the car in front, bent over and said something by the car window, and soon the three people in that car left the car.

A total of four people walked forward in the stalled traffic, intending to solve this traffic jam caused by the traffic accident.

Peiji lit a cigarette and took the opportunity to roll down the car window. The hot wind outside blew in, making his mood become even worse.

The weather began to get hot, and the sun began to have quite a bit of power. Cars exposed to the sun for a long time would make the carriage become hotter and hotter, not just because he needed to smoke.

It was also at this time that two young people carrying shoulder bags were quickly approaching the car Peiji was riding in. He didn't notice this, and the driver didn't notice it either.

Their attention was all focused on the arguing sound that could be vaguely heard in front.

Or rather, the driver actually saw the two young people walking on the sidewalk, but he didn't take these two guys who looked like students to heart.

These two young people both carried shoulder bags and looked more like students than ordinary people who had already entered society.

The identity of "student" always makes people inexplicably lower some defenses.

The driver just looked at them twice in the rearview mirror, and then withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, in a place further ahead, Peiji's four subordinates had already arrived at the place where the traffic accident broke out. Through their simple observation and listening to the remarks of passersby, they roughly knew the process of the matter.

Actually, it was very simple: someone crossed the center line, and then the car heads hit each other head-on, but because they didn't know what principle caused the result and there were not enough witnesses, it was now very hard to determine who hit whom.

If the responsibility couldn't be determined, it meant the insurance company wouldn't necessarily pay, and after the police came, they would have to delineate their responsibilities and obligations.

So neither of them admitted that it was themselves who crossed the line and hit the other party, and they kept saying it was the other party who hit them.

Peiji's subordinate cadre stood out from the crowd after listening to them argue for a while, standing between the two.

"You have already affected the traffic; now this damn time is the peak of work, can't you move the car to the side and then discuss your thoughts?"

Both of them glanced at him and didn't take him seriously. Sometimes arguing when in a fit of anger is like this; whoever lets themselves compromise is the damn bad guy! This also led to him not pleasing either side, and neither of them paid much attention to him.

He also knew to state his identity. "I am a person of the Peileisi family; if you are sensible, you had better pack up your broken copper and iron now, and then let this damn traffic restore its damn order!"

One of them looked at him. "You can't make me do things I shouldn't do just because you are a person of the Peileisi family!"

This sentence made the guy who came to solve the matter full of anger, and he clenched his fists, preparing to go over and give this driver a "lesson of love," but was quickly pressed on the shoulder by the person behind him.

There were people all around; if he beat people who had nothing to do with them in front of so many people, even if their reputation in this city wasn't very good, it would be a trouble.

Peiji's subordinate captain walked to the very front. He looked at the traces after the two cars collided, and one of them still stiffened his neck and said, "You still want to hit me?"

The captain smiled and took a stack of money from his pocket. "How much money do you think you need to repair your car?"

The cars at this time, although relatively backward overall, were also very durable because they were pure mechanical structures.

The two car owners looked at each other, and one of them touched his car. "At least fifty dollars are needed."

The other person seemed to say somewhat unwillingly, "I need sixty here."

At the same time, the arguing sound in front had completely subsided. Peiji's expression seemed to become much more relaxed, and his gaze also shifted from focusing on the center of the accident to both sides of the road.

He also saw those two young people carrying shoulder bags, and his gaze only stayed on their faces for a moment, and then shifted away.

It was just that what he didn't expect was that when those two young people walked to his car, they suddenly stopped their steps.

When he turned to look at these two young people, he saw them take out micro-submachine guns from their backpacks.

At this moment, Peiji shivered, and the cigarette in his mouth fell directly. He couldn't even care about the cigarette butt possibly burning his expensive clothes, and with a crying face, he shook the car window, as if that thin layer of glass could help him escape his next fate.

A series of gunshots broke the hearts of people who were gradually irritable because of traffic problems. In the gunshots, people maintained absolute silence.

The captain who was handling the matter at the very front was stunned for a moment, threw the money he had already counted onto the ground, drew his weapon, and ran back with his people.

When they ran to the car, Peiji was already lying in the back seat of the car. His hands were covering his neck, and fresh blood kept gushing out from all over his body, and accompanied by blood loss, he began to twitch one by one.

The driver also got a machine gun and slumped on his driver's seat.

Not just Peiji; at this moment in the morning, at least a dozen direct members of the Peileisi family encountered attacks when returning to the family manor.

These attacks weren't designed to be complicated: traffic jams, collisions, arguments—there was always a way to make them stop while attracting their attention.

Then someone walked over quickly, took out a weapon, launched a crazy shooting at them, and left quickly.

In one morning, all the police cars were turning around everywhere with crazy "woo-woo-woo" sounds. They didn't know what kind of people they were looking for, didn't know what the people they were looking for looked like, what characteristics they had; anyway, the chief said to just turn around everywhere.

Hailamu pulled his belt that was a bit hard to hang on, put on a police uniform, and led people into Peiji's nightclub.

The nightclub only completely stopped operating at five o'clock in the morning; at this time, it was completely quiet here.

There were no dancers throwing flirtatious glances at customers on the stage, and there were fewer elves jumping by the steel pipe; everything seemed a bit dead. The silence after the bustle made this place become even more dead.

When the big door was pushed open heavily, the sunlight outside rolled in with the dry heat, and the dust that had already settled was carried and blown into the air. The taste of dead silence finally dissipated quite a bit.

A security guard on duty walked over and blocked their way. "This place doesn't welcome you!"

A small security guard used an arrogant tone to say this to Hailamu and these officers, as if he had already been accustomed to placing his status above the police of this city.

Hailamu looked at him and hooked his finger at him. The security guard hesitated for a moment, but still approached Hailamu.

"You had better not play any tricks...", his words weren't finished, and his balls took a heavy kick.

In an instant, that kind of pain that could pierce the soul made him have to squat down, lie down, and hold his balls in pain, unable to even scream.

It seemed that as long as he opened his mouth, as long as he made a sound, the pain would intensify.

"Dog shit!"

He waved his hand, and the officers behind him quickly closed the big door and began to act according to the plan.

At this time, the deputy manager hadn't rested yet; he was organizing the income from last night.

He would only sleep until noon, and then wake up at dinner; this was his daily schedule.

Peiji liked those documents that looked very neat, with reports telling him how much money he had earned during this period.

In order to make his work continue for a long time and be appreciated by Peiji, the deputy manager self-taught some accounting techniques.

When the door wasn't knocked but pushed open, he immediately looked at the person who pushed the door and entered with anger.

Because his technique was self-taught, it required more concentration to handle, otherwise there was a possibility of making a mistake.

But he discovered that the person who pushed the door and entered was a police officer, so he was a bit unclear about the situation. "This is not a place you can come to!"

He said words similar to what the security guard at the door said, and at the same time pulled open the drawer, which had a handgun inside.

"Before I get angry, you had better get lost." He said this and stopped, because he saw the leading police officer, who was exactly the guy from a few days ago who said "my friend has a big appetite."

He seemed to realize something and looked at Hailamu. "You..."

Hailamu ignored his warning, and the other accompanying officers quickly stood in the corners of the house. At the same time, slight gunshots came from outside the house; someone let out a scream, and there were people of theirs firing, but these resisting sounds seemed to be extinguished quickly.

The deputy manager's body began to tremble. Hailamu signaled for him to sit back, and he himself walked to the chair opposite the deputy manager's desk and sat down.

The deputy manager tried his best to control his body; his lips were still uncontrollably trembling. If he didn't know what had happened by this moment, then he didn't deserve to be the deputy manager of a nightclub.

He had to welcome and send off, receive many people, and in terms of human relationships and using his brain, he had a certain ability.

"You are people of the Lanse family?", his eyes hid an incomprehension and a kind of pain. "Chali, that bastard, defected to you!"

The hurried footsteps outside temporarily interrupted the conversation. Two "police officers" stained with blood walked in. "Handled."

Hailamu nodded. "Check again, every room, can't let go of any one."

The two nodded and left. Hailamu looked at the deputy manager, a smile appearing on his face. "My friend told you, my appetite is big, and you, it seems, didn't take this matter to heart."

"Open the safe."

Behind the deputy manager, there was a large safe over a person's height, usually used to store the nightclub's business funds and the like.

Although Peiji also had a safe, what was stored in it was basically his private things; Hailamu's subordinates were already handling it.

If it couldn't be opened, just move it away; mobilizing a truck to come over wasn't a difficult thing.

The deputy manager swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "This is the Peileisi family's wealth.", he seemed to still want to struggle a bit.

Hailamu took out a handgun and shot at his arm; the gunshot was very small, using a silenced handgun, the small-caliber kind.

At such a close distance, the damage caused by the size of the bullet caliber actually didn't have much difference.

He clutched his arm, his face contorted in pain. He also seemed to realize that this group of people was different from those they had dealt with before. He could only stand up, walk to the side of the safe, and open it.

Looking at the cash and some gold bars stacked inside, Hiram whistled, "What are you waiting for?"

The people beside him immediately pulled out bags they had prepared and began to load these items.

It actually looked like a lot, but the total value was only a few tens of thousands of dollars.

But to the assistant manager, this was his everything.

When the money was mostly packed, Hiram stood up. He walked in front of the assistant manager and looked into his eyes, "I don't like the expression, tone, and attitude of what you just said."

The assistant manager no longer knew what to say; he could only purse his lips, lower his head, and maintain a submissive appearance.

But in the next second, Hiram suddenly drew a dagger and stabbed it into the assistant manager's chin, simultaneously reaching out to grab his hair and pull his head backward.

Accompanied by the sound of the sharp blade cutting through the trachea, Hiram finally let go, took two heavy deep breaths, then looked at the sticky blood on his palms and cursed, "Fuck."

"Son of a bitch's blood is dirty!"

He looked at the assistant manager, who was clutching his neck and slowly collapsing to the ground, his eyes filled with despair, and shook his head.

He pulled out a handkerchief to simply wipe the blood off his hands, then threw the handkerchief onto his face.

At the moment the assistant manager was on the verge of death, he heard Hiram's voice—

"Everyone fucking be careful, this place is our property from now on!"