Chapter 553: Scheme

A meal, ate for more than two hours, obviously all drank too much.

The thing people in adversity do most often is miss themselves when they were glorious, and memory will become poisonous because of this.

The reminiscence of the past made the three people somewhat true feelings, including Bandi.

He had indeed not been easy recently. As long as he thought of the madness of the Five Families in the past, a desire to return to the past arose in his heart.

But the past, forever, is just the past. Eyes open, wine wakes up, and back to reality.

Negotiated with the two old guys that they wanted to unite to let the younger generation of gangs know who was the master of the underground world of New Jincheng.

But what Bandi wanted wasn't just a tooth-and-claw threat.

After watching the two guys leave, he also returned to the car. Gao Li sent a hot towel, he covered his face, and the whole person was obviously much more relaxed.

"Execute according to the plan..."

Gao Li nodded, "Hmm, I'll order it immediately."

Only when the contradictions and conflicts are intense enough can he let these people "beat the tiger" with him.

The nightlife in the city center, although not as good as the Starlight District, is definitely not non-existent.

Speaking of which, it is very interesting. Some people in the Federation have been desperately denying class, and also denying the so-called class solidification, but in reality, everyone can see that class exists.

Including ordinary people at the very bottom of society, they can also see the existence of class at a glance.

Some people, with families and even families as units, work hard for a lifetime, and their income can't compare to what some people possess from birth. If you want to say these two families are in the same class, I'm afraid God could laugh his teeth off.

People are very clear about this point, so federal people will strictly observe class systems and class norms.

For example, the middle class only participates in nightlife in the city center and the Pulicia District. They rarely go to the Starlight District, because the Starlight District is a consumption place for the middle-upper class.

Even the middle class will feel powerless when facing five-dollar drinks.

As for the Bay Area, they won't go even more. That is simply not a place they should go. Even if they just drive into the Bay Area, it will make them feel a faint sense of unease.

The consumption level of the city center and the Pulicia District where they live has clearly dropped by more than one level. One dollar for a drink, they can still bear it. Spending ten or so dollars a night is not too strenuous.

But sometimes there are also middle-class people who go to the Imperial District to consume.

As the security of the Imperial District continues to get better, the price of alcohol is the lowest in the entire New Jincheng. Some middle-class people with not-so-high incomes like it here very much.

Twenty-five cents for a large beer, then find a place to sit down, eat snacks while drinking, watch the striptease dancers work hard to sweat, and blow cow chat with friends.

The tips for the whole night are no more than one or two dollars, but they can experience the fun that would cost seven or eight dollars or dozens of dollars elsewhere, which is also full of attraction for them.

Lanse has now closed some bars, but there are still some bars in operation. Every night, there are middle-class people coming from the city center to consume.

They are the main consumption group of the bars close to the city center. For local people, fifty cents is their limit, but for these people, one or two dollars, two or three dollars every day is not a problem at all.

This is also one of the reasons why Lanse wants to eat the city center. Once he can do middle-class business, this means his income will have a qualitative leap.

Of course, this day is indeed not too far away. His plan is to solve the Koda family, and then pull the Pasleto family to re-formulate the game rules.

Those who obey can continue to make a living in New Jincheng.

Those who don't obey, either roll, or die!

After nine o'clock in the evening, there are several Lanse family people on duty on the street outside the bar. They are responsible for the safety of the bar, and by the way, look out, and are also responsible for the safety of the bar guests.

Several young people are gathering together to chat. This kind of work is actually quite boring, standing for four hours at the start.

There is no entertainment content, the street is pitch black, and it is not as crowded as during the day, so they can only gather together to smoke and blow cow.

The bar has been open for a while at night, and now it is the time for people to come. From time to time, some people walk out of the surrounding alleys and then enter the alley where the bar is located.

The safety of the Imperial District makes the night here not so dangerous. The housing prices here have been rising, and it is already considered relatively high in the lower city district.

Quite a few people are very looking forward to the future appreciation space of housing prices. Some people feel that it might be the second middle-class district later, and people living here are full of hope for this point!

Lanse has also heard this kind of saying, but he doesn't think this can really become a fact.

Because there are too many immigrants here.

This is an innate deficiency. Federal people always say how inclusive they are, and are willing to accept people from all over the world, but in reality, they are more exclusive than those stubborn countries and nations.

Clearly they are also outsiders, but those who come first always exclude those who come later, and will also despise and discriminate against them.

The Imperial District wants to become the next middle-class district, unless the immigrants here all move away, otherwise it can only be the Imperial District!

Several white-collar workers in the city center made an appointment after work, took the same car to come here, they are old customers here.

They parked the car on the opposite side of the road, and then walked over. At first they were not used to it, but after a few times, they also knew that doing so was actually not dangerous.

Just when they got off the car and were about to welcome a happy night, someone suddenly called them.

"You can't go there."

Several white-collar workers turned to look at the person who spoke, a guy about thirty years old, they didn't know each other.

"I don't understand, sir."

The white-collar worker who drove looked at his companion, "Where we go, does it have anything to do with you?"

That person continued to shake his head and said, "We have our own bars here, you can't go there."

The driver waved his hand, "You should go see a doctor!", they laughed and prepared to cross the road, but were stopped by that person.

"I said, you can't go over..."

Several young people on the opposite side of the road frowned when they saw this scene. The appearance of those people under the street lamp was seen in their eyes, they recognized them.

"They seem to have encountered trouble."

Because they were bar guests, they cared a bit more.

Several young people looked at each other, and finally decided to go over to see what happened.

They crossed the road and came to the sidewalk on that side, "Gentlemen, what happened, is there anything we can help you with?"

The white-collar workers breathed a sigh of relief. They also recognized these young guys. He pointed to the person blocking them from crossing the road and said, "This person is crazy, he won't let us go over!"

Several young people looked at that person, "These gentlemen are our guests, you'd better go harass others!"

The young man who spoke lifted his clothes, revealing the holster inside.

But the guy who was looking for trouble was very tough, "A few bastards who don't know which country they stole from, hurry up and shut your stinking mouths. This is not the country where you are too poor to afford clothes. Get out of our country's land!"

"Also, this is our territory, you crossed the line!"

"Don't show me your hook, that small hook can't scare me!"

At first they didn't react, but when the other party said the word "territory," they reacted.

"Fuck, this is the Imperial District!"

From the map, the rough dividing line between the Imperial District and the city center just covered this road.

You can say this is the Imperial District, or you can say this is the city center. It doesn't have a very clear dividing line.

Many people walked out of the shadows around, and they all carried weapons in their hands, hot weapons, the kind that can go bang bang.

Several young people who were clearly at a disadvantage took a few steps back. They were indeed a bit cowardly, but Lanse also said that when facing life-threatening danger, temporary choice to retreat is not the performance of a coward.

As long as you can earn your face back, this is a smart choice.

They planned to retreat to the other side of the road, and then call people, but the other party clearly didn't intend to give them this opportunity. Under the circumstances of many pitch-black gun muzzles pointing at them, they could only raise their hands.

The guy who appeared first came to them, pulled out the weapons in their holsters, and handed them to the people behind him.

He slapped the face of the young man standing in front of him with his palm, "You were very arrogant just now, do you know?"

That young man tilted his head slightly and looked at him, "You are provoking a war!" "War?", the other's tone rose slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh loudly. He turned around and looked at the people behind him, as if he had heard a huge funny joke, "He said I am provoking a war!"

The people behind him also let out laughter, as if this was indeed very funny.

He turned around and suddenly punched the young man in front of him, hitting the other party's stomach. This punch was heavy and ruthless, directly hitting the young man so he couldn't straighten his waist while holding his stomach.

He stepped back, stood on tiptoe, moved forward a step, and raised his knee fiercely. The young man fell backward to the ground, and then those people rushed over and beat these few young people fiercely.

Large and small leather shoe heels with shoe soles kicked fiercely on their heads and bodies. Several young people were kicked and kept making muffled groans, but no one begged for mercy from beginning to end.

After beating for three or four minutes, these people stopped panting. The one who appeared first held his tongue against the corner of his mouth, panting while shaking his lapels, and then spat a mouthful of saliva on one of them.

"Next time you dare to come to our territory again, I will kill you!"

"Go!"

Several white-collar workers were scared and stood in place not daring to move, only able to watch them leave...

Ten minutes later, seven or eight cars stopped on the side of the road with a screech, and shallow brake marks were left on the ground.

Please... you.... bookmark 6... 9... book.... bar....!

Allen got out of the car and looked at the several young people sitting against the street lamp, covered in blood, and smoothed his hair with his hand.

He walked back and forth a few steps, suddenly kicked the trash can on the side of the road fiercely!

"Who did it?"

This bar was now managed by him, and these people were all his people. Since he joined the Lanse family, he hadn't suffered such a loss!

One of the young people wiped the blood on his head and said, "They said, this is their territory, let us roll out of their territory..."

"Fuck!", Allen cursed, "Send them to the hospital."

He walked to the phone booth on the side of the road and dialed Lanse's number.

After all, cross-district fighting, this matter still had to let Lanse know.

The phone was picked up quickly. Allen said the situation simply. Lanse frowned after listening.

"Sounds a bit abnormal.", he sat on the sofa, and others sat beside him.

However, he soon frowned again, because in the afternoon Feijiaer said he wanted to mediate, he refused, and in the evening this kind of thing happened.

Although he felt it was very strange, maybe Feijiaer's brain was really not good?

He was silent for a while, lit a cigarette.

His brain was weighing the pros and cons.

Actually, no matter how the Koda family handled it, he would inevitably take down the city center in the end. Even if there were other problems, the city center had to be grasped in his hands.

And the city center was basically the territory of the Jian family. In other words, there was an irreconcilable contradiction between him and Feijiaer, and they would fight sooner or later.

Now that he was dealing with the Koda family, would Bandi look for reinforcements?

He thought it was possible. The Five Families were after all one body in the eyes of many people, and Lanse believed that their continuous growth would definitely attract Feijiaer's vigilance and dissatisfaction.

Maybe they had already colluded together.

No matter what, he would inevitably move against Feijiaer in the end, so now, is there still a need to endure?

He asked himself.

In terms of hard power, he was not afraid of these people at all. Among those refugees, there were those who were willing to pick up pistols and sell their lives to survive.

Not to mention that more Imperial immigrants and illegal immigrants came here, he didn't worry about not finding people to fight for him.

In terms of soft power, Bulu had firmly controlled the police station, and with the help of the State Prosecutor's Office, all opposition factions had been cleaned up.

With the help of the police station's power, he could beat Feijiaer and those people until they couldn't fight back.

Not to mention there was also a hidden Pang Da.

He didn't fear these people hugging together, so why endure?

A cigarette was half-smoked, he pinched the cigarette in the ashtray, "Fight, fight fiercely, I'll arrange for people to go over and support you!"

Allen pursed his lips after listening. He felt a bit moved, because as a "captain," he had to be responsible for his people.

Directly moving across the district obviously might affect Lanse's pace, but he still supported himself.

This made him feel the warmth like a family, and the care like an older brother.

He nodded forcefully, "Good, I'll wait for you."

Lanse hung up the phone, and Hairam immediately raised his hand, "Me, me, me me me!"

Lanse rolled his eyes and moved his gaze away from him. He jumped over and blocked Lanse's line of sight, "Me, I can't sleep at night, just go out and move around!"

Others laughed and looked at him. Lanse finally had to agree, "Fine, pay attention to safety."

Hairam patted his chest, "The one who should pay attention to safety is them, not me!"

Ten minutes later, seven or eight more cars came, and four box trucks.

They knew the location of the Feijiaer family's bar, because there was a high overlap between the guests of both sides, plus some other factors, so both sides knew the location of the bars in the edge area.

A group of people drove the car directly outside the bar. Several people who were looking out for the wind outside the bar hadn't reacted yet, and Hairam leaned out from the car window, holding the submachine gun he used specifically, and smiled with big teeth, "Good evening, motherfucker!"

The submachine gun sounded instantly, and the flames from the muzzle instantly illuminated several panicked faces.

At the same time, the sound of gunfire also alarmed the guests who were having nightlife in the bar. They screamed and bent over to go out quickly.

More than ten security guards of the bar came out with guns, but were beaten back by a burst of bullets.

Although Hairam didn't quite understand why their resistance was so weak, but... who cares!

Ten minutes later, he was finally comfortable. He looked back at the burning bar, and then sat in the car.

The cars parked around the bar left in an orderly and fast manner, leaving only the raging fire!

After ten o'clock in the evening, Feijiaer, who had been asleep for a while, was shaken awake. He squinted his eyes and turned on the bedside lamp, looking at the person by the bed with an uncomfortable and irritable expression, "What's the matter that has to wake me up now?"

He still had some drunkenness, and because he was woken up, he also had a headache.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, "It's only ten something, are you crazy?!"

But the person by the bedside wasn't crazy, and said with a serious expression, "Our bar was attacked, and it was also set on fire."

Feijiaer was stunned for a moment, and his eyes became clearer. He was as if he didn't understand what the person in front of him was saying.

After a few seconds, he reacted, "Who the hell did it?"

"Don't know..."

"Fuck, which bar?", Feijiaer sat up, rubbed his cheeks, and made himself sober.

"The bar on the... side of the road."

Hearing this location, his expression became slightly strange, "The one right next to the Imperial District?"

In his heart, inexplicably, a face floated up, Lanse!

"Yes, boss."

He leaned on the head of the bed and pondered for a while, "Go check, it's impossible that there's no clue at all, must check clearly!"

More than ten cars acting without cover in the evening would definitely have some witnesses. It didn't take long for him to know the truth: it was Lanse who did it.

He dialed a phone directly to Lanse and scolded him, "Were you oxygen-deprived when you were born?"

"Why did you burn my bar for no reason?"

"I tell you, you think you are very powerful, that's just because you haven't met powerful people. You caused trouble, Lanse, you caused big trouble!"

"If you can't give me an explanation, then I will give you an explanation!"

"Son of a bitch, fuck!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 554 =====