Chapter 330: 331. Chapter 327: No More Future

331. Chapter 327: No More Future

Lan Si called some people and drove toward the Prisia District. On the way, Lan Si suddenly laughed inexplicably, which made Erwen always couldn't help but look at him.

"Anything funny?"

"Do you mind sharing?"

Lan Si lit a cigarette, just took a drag, and then laughed again, "I think it's very interesting. At that time, we were collecting debts for others."

"Now, it's our turn to help people default on debts. Don't you think it's very interesting?"

Erwen froze after hearing this, then immediately revealed a smile. "It is quite interesting. Actually, thinking about it suddenly, it actually hasn't been long, but it gives me a feeling that a long time has passed."

He thought of something and also started to laugh out loud. "Actually, it's all Yisen's fault, that idiot. If it weren't for him, there wouldn't be so many things."

Laughing and laughing, Lan Si sighed again. "If it weren't for this, I don't know what we would be doing now."

"Maybe we would still be trying to find a path to success, but this path is not easy to walk. Every path looks quite good, but in fact, they are all blocked."

"To a certain extent, in terms of changing this matter, Yisen contributed the most, although he might not know it himself."

Erwen thought of something. "Yisen told me something these past few days; I guess he hasn't told you yet."

"What?" Lan Si crossed his legs, pressed his elbows on his knees, and took a drag of his cigarette. The smoke he just exhaled was blown away by the wind blowing into the car, and then rolled away.

Erwen laughed and said, "He wants to box."

"Box?" Lan Si doubted if he had heard wrong. "Has he learned boxing?"

Erwen shook his head. "No, he has never been in contact with boxing. A few days ago, a newspaper reported a story about a boxing champion. After reading it, he was deeply touched, and he wants to try it."

That report was actually read by Lan Si too; it was a report with a very federal flavor.

The boxing champion was weak and sickly when he was a child. In order to let him survive, his father began to ask him to exercise, and he made a sandbag for him to hit.

He never thought he was an outstanding boxer; he didn't even understand boxing until a boxing match was reported in the newspaper.

The winning boxer could get a bonus of one hundred dollars, which stimulated his desire to explore. Later, he signed up for an amateur boxing match with a bonus in his hometown, and the bonus was ten dollars.

Only ten or so people participated in the entire competition. What was surprising was that he actually won the championship. Every boxer said his fists were unexpectedly heavy, making people unable to resist.

Just like that, a boxing coach discovered his talent and signed him. After several years of training, he finally became a qualified boxer. After many challenges and attempts, he defeated the heavyweight boxing champion this month and got the championship belt.

His story inspired many people, making countless federal people believe again that as long as you work hard and sweat, there will definitely be a day of success.

This scene was so familiar to Lan Si, just like... that salesman who didn't know his name but became a listed company president through sales, and like that real estate agent who finally became a real estate tycoon through selling real estate.

It's even more like that successful businessman who never told anyone he had a governor father and became a billionaire by starting from scratch with one hundred dollars.

Each of them once illuminated the night sky of the Federation, left indelible traces, and became the goal that countless people frantically yearned for and pursued!

But no one has ever truly dug into the reasons why these people could succeed, just crudely believing that hard work must have a harvest.

And got a lesson—you didn't succeed because you weren't working hard enough!

"If he likes it, let him try it. If he can defeat all enemies in front of the whole world in the ring and become a boxing champion, it will also be a very glorious thing for us!"

Yisen's physique is large, and his strength is not small. Perhaps this is indeed his talent and opportunity.

"Let him try, ask if there is an excellent boxing coach in Jincheng, let him teach Yisen, don't be afraid to spend money."

He took another drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly. "For subsequent family work, don't arrange it for him."

Erwen froze for a moment. "Is it necessary?"

"This is just boxing, and I believe if he knew, he definitely wouldn't choose to box."

Lan Si shook his head slightly. "This is a righteous path, and it is a righteous path paved with gold, Erwen."

"If you have the opportunity to walk the righteous path and can also be like now, have money, have status, I hope everyone of you can walk on the righteous path!"

"This path we are on now looks good indeed, but have you thought about how many people we have already said goodbye to?"

"I don't hope that one day I have to say goodbye to all of you, or one day I lie in a coffin waiting for you to offer me white flowers."

"So don't walk this path, if there is an opportunity to change to a way of living, don't give up."

Erwen felt deeply after hearing this. He thought of Jielaer.

Jielaer's movie is being screened, and some newspapers have already reported news about him, saying he is the most handsome young man in the Federation, and many people hope to see more of his performances.

It can be said that Jielaer directly entered another track and had another kind of life.

No hail of bullets, no interception on the way, no one holding a submachine gun to strafe him, of course, the performance in the movie doesn't count.

He can stand openly in front of people to accept people's liking and worship. He can proudly tell anyone his identity, work, without feeling a bit embarrassed.

Erwen nodded. "I will tell him." He paused. "I will accompany you to the end, Lan Si."

Lan Si smiled and reached out to push his head. "Go tell these words to those girls; you saying this to me will only make me feel disgusted!"

The laughter in the car was carried far away in the evening wind through the window. Perhaps it had disappeared in many people's worlds, but for the people in the car, they had always been there, and would always be there!

After the car entered the Prisia District, it became more stable. The ground here was maintained very timely; after all, it was a place where the middle class lived, and they had to take good care of it.

Otherwise, these pillars of taxpayers would really call to report.

Near the community where Barbara lived, Lan Si saw William standing by the side of the road. The motorcade stopped slowly. "Why don't you go in?"

William revealed a slightly embarrassed smile. "I feel more secure going in with you!"

Lan Si laughed and opened the car door. "Patricia will definitely be sad if she hears this, because every father is a hero to his child!"

William, who sat in the car, rolled his eyes. "Go to hell with heroes. I think it's better to be alive, and where are there so many heroes in this world?"

Lan Si introduced Erwen to him. "My brother, if you encounter any trouble and I'm not there, you can find him."

"There are a few more people I will introduce to you later, but there is a guy you shouldn't find if you encounter trouble, called Hairam, a guy who looks a bit like the stupid son of a farm owner."

William asked curiously, "Why?"

Erwen continued, "Because he only speaks with bullets!", and greeted William, "Nice to meet you, Mr. William, Lan Si often talks about you."

"Talking about my unheroic deeds?", he teased himself, an adult man, a man who had worked in the City Hall for more than ten years, knew how to adjust the atmosphere.

The motorcade soon entered the community. The security guards of the community saw the 20,000-dollar luxury car and automatically let it pass.

People who can afford such luxury cars are definitely not bad people, because even God said that bad people don't deserve to possess wealth!

The motorcade soon arrived outside Barbara's house. Two cars were parked messily in the parking space at the door. Judging by the brand and the way of parking, they should be those people's.

"They seem to be still here."

Lan Si got out of the car. All the lights in the villa were turned on. Light can sometimes not only dispel darkness but also dispel fear!

He simply introduced these people to William, and then walked toward the villa side by side with William.

At this time in the room, several people were evaluating some valuable things. Barbara sat on the sofa crying; she was scared, and her parents were communicating with a guy in his thirties.

"This house of ours is now worth more than 20,000 dollars, plus those bonds, we can scrape together 100,000..."

The man had a crew cut, with a sharp point on his forehead, just like the tail of some animal. His face was a bit thin and long, with a blue chin.

He was observing Barbara, and it had to be said that Barbara was indeed very beautiful.

Her beauty was different from Patricia's beauty.

Patricia's beauty was a pure beauty, just like a small white flower blooming in a tender green meadow in late winter and early spring.

Seeing her makes one think of sour and sweet love, not other things.

Barbara's beauty was purely charming. Seeing her gives people the feeling of the most primitive impulse, wanting to grab her hair and press her down on the bed, hitting her from behind until she flips over!

"These things are not enough for 50,000."

The man came back to his senses, glanced at the things on the table, and revealed a smile. "It's a pity, Mr. Lawrence, you heard it."

Lawrence's face was a bit red. "These things add up to clearly more than 50,000..."

The man had an expression of not caring at all, leaning on the sofa. "You think that's your business; my people said, not enough for 50,000."

Barbara's father took a deep breath. "I know..."

This guy, who should be a small leader, raised his hand to stop him from continuing. "You want to say you know many people, right?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. Lawrence, we are a gang. Do you understand what the word 'gang' represents?"

"It represents that we are not bound by ordinary laws, or the rules you think, because we are a gang."

"You can find people to drive us away once, twice, but the people you find can't come over every time you need them."

"And are you sure you can summon them infinitely?"

"You can't do this, but we can come every day!"

"Either pay back the money, or let your daughter lend me three months. Honestly, a girl like her will definitely become a legend in Jincheng!"

The small leader thought of the high-end social places in the Bay Area and the Starlight District. Dressing up someone like Barbara, a few hundred or a thousand dollars at a time is not a problem.

If you meet someone lucky, it might be more!

And for him, Barbara is not only a tool that can make money for him but also an important means for him to win over some people.

Some people have never worried about money and power from the moment they were born. The money you can give them might not be as much as their pocket money, and power is something gangs can't touch.

To deal with these people, you can only work hard from other directions, such as sex, a special "currency" that has existed since ancient times, or other novel things.

People always have hobbies. For these people with money and power, besides money and power, their main hobby is sex.

When Barbara proposed wanting to borrow money, he agreed almost without consideration. He wanted Barbara to be unable to pay back this money!

Because the benefits Barbara herself can bring him far exceed the interest of those tens of thousands of dollars.

It's just that he didn't expect this matter to be done so quickly, and he also had to thank those people at Balz Investment Bank, and also thank the stupidity of these people.

Even he, a usurer, knew that it must be a scam. These people actually didn't believe it?

His words made Barbara's body tremble slightly. She was already a bit desperate, and now the only hope was Lan Si.

Just when the family didn't know what to do, the door was pushed open.

"I just heard someone wants to come every day. Who wants to come every day?"

Barbara and her parents saw Lan Si and William come together, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. He even said "Thank God" and such words!

The small leader frowned and glanced at Lan Si. "Who are you?"

Lan Si ignored him and looked at the few gang members in the living room. He walked to the side of the sofa, and the small leader stood up subconsciously.

His face had already changed. He smelled the scent of his own kind from these people!

"We are people from the Doug family. You'd better not stir up trouble!"

Lan Si has a reputation, but not many people have actually seen Lan Si. It's normal that he doesn't know Lan Si. He tried to use the name Doug family to scare Lan Si away, but obviously, this name couldn't scare Lan Si.

"Doug?"

"Why does someone take a dog as a name?"

There was laughter in the room immediately, but the small leader's face was livid. "Do you know who you are humiliating?"

Lan Si picked up the loan contract on the table and looked at it for a few times, saying while looking, "Just a dog, why, do you still hope I will have awe for a dog and a dog's family?"

He saw the end, casually tore the contract, and threw it on the small leader. "Now the account is cleared."

The small leader's eyeballs were staring out, and his men also stood up one after another, revealing a look of wanting to eat people.

Lan Si turned his head and looked at them, his gaze finally falling on the small leader's face. "Not convinced?"

"Weren't you very cool when you treated them like this just now?"

"You like bullying people, coincidentally, I also like bullying people."

The small leader gritted his teeth. "Tell me your name."

Every word he seemed to use a lot of strength, squeezed out from his throat and teeth. Lan Si looked at him. "You want to take revenge on me."

The small leader didn't seem timid. "You humiliated the Doug family, you have to pay the price for this."

Lan Si took a step back. He tilted his head and saw a vase on the coffee table, metal, he picked it up, weighed it, and looked at Barbara. "Is this thing expensive?"

Barbara didn't know what to say anymore, just foolishly nodded. "More than 2,000 dollars..."

Before she finished speaking, Lan Si swung the vase and smashed it hard on the small leader's head. He staggered to one side, held the sofa, and stood straight again.

There were two or three openings on his forehead, and blood flowed down his cheeks.

His men, after a brief shock, were about to take action, but were immediately held by Lan Si's people with guns against their heads.

"Tell me, your name!", the small leader continued to ask Lan Si's name. He didn't care about the wound on his forehead at all.

But Lan Si's answer was another blow!

With a "duang" sound, he almost fell on the sofa, then held the sofa and stood up shakily. "Don't you dare tell me your name?"

"Are you also afraid of the Doug family's revenge?"

His left eye kept blinking because the blood soaked his eyelashes. He looked at Lan Si. "Is this your friend? Family?"

"It doesn't matter, I promise, all of you will die, and die very miserably. This is the price!"

Lan Si shook his head. "You shouldn't try to provoke me!", and came again. With a "Duang" sound, his head was hit by the bottle and blood splashed out. The family of three by the sofa were all stunned.

William was also exceptionally nervous at this time. He took out a cigarette with trembling hands and lit it, as if only this could relieve his nervous mood.

But the young people who came with Lan Si were not nervous at all; instead, everyone had a playful expression on their faces.

The small leader didn't straighten his waist as quickly this time. Three consecutive hits on the head made his whole world spin. He held the sofa and the coffee table and gasped for breath.

Blood dripped onto the floor along his cheeks. He looked at Lan Si's shiny leather shoes, his brain seemed a bit short-circuited.

After more than ten seconds, he straightened up again. Just as he was about to say something, there was another "Duang".

This time he couldn't persist, and fell directly to the ground!

He lay on the ground, sideways, looking at Lan Si with the desire in the corner of his eyes, his eyes filled with hatred.

Gang people are all like this; either they will become cowards at this moment, or they will become the incarnation of hatred.

"I don't like your eyes.", Lan Si raised the bottle in his hand and smashed it hard toward the ground!

Barbara, who was sitting next to him, also trembled violently with the sound of the bottle hitting the person's head!

Lan Si didn't stop, raised the bottle again. "A dog still dares to threaten me?"

"Don't you want to know who I am?"

"Remember, tell God or Satan, my name is Lan Si!"

One after another, one after another, until he had no breath!

Lanse put the bottle back onto the coffee table, and the fresh blood quickly spread into a circle along the bottom of the bottle.

He straightened his clothes, looked at the blood stains splashed on his shirt, wiped it with his finger, but it was useless.

"I bought this shirt less than a week ago!", then he revealed a smile to Barbara and her family. "Don't worry, he has no future!"

Then he raised his hand and pointed at the ceiling. Gunshots rang out in the living room instantly... ===== CHAPTER 331 =====