Chapter 595: Revenge

"Lanse, my name is Lanse."

Mr. Serui's eyebrows twisted together, countless memories were dug out from the depths of his mind, stirred, just to find this name.

After a while, he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lanse, I haven't heard of your name."

He moved forward, raised his right hand, and made a rejection gesture. "But, no matter if you are called Lanse, or other names, it doesn't matter."

"This is not a place where you can find trouble."

Mr. Serui's raised palm was retracted, and he tapped on the table with his fingers. "Listen, I don't want to cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of trouble."

"Joden of the Black Flag Brotherhood is my friend, a good friend, a good friend who can do something for me."

He looked at Lanse, staring intently, hoping to see emotions like surprise, fear, and concession in Lanse's eyes.

He would say this every time he encountered trouble, and almost every time he could succeed and see what he wanted to see.

He and Joden of the Black Flag Brotherhood are indeed good friends, they were neighbors.

Joden became a thorn in the side that was not easy to mess with since middle school, and even the teachers at school couldn't do anything about him.

Mr. Serui relied on this Joden to have a good and stable youth period. After high school, Joden was arrested and imprisoned for intentional injury.

In prison, he met people from the Black Flag Brotherhood and successfully joined this organization.

Mr. Serui had already started working with his father at that time, and they would often encounter harassment from gangs.

With the support of his father, he took the initiative to visit Joden, but did not immediately mention the idea that he hoped he could do something.

Mr. Serui was the only person who visited Joden after he was imprisoned, and visited him more than once, and would bring some things, so he believed this was a firm friendship.

Once when he visited Joden, he was bruised and swollen. Joden asked about this, and he said that the cinema at home was harassed by some little punks.

He thought he had to wait for Joden to come out to find out, but he didn't expect that those little punks who blackmailed them had their legs broken that night and were thrown on the road outside their house.

Looking at those little punks rolling on the ground holding their twisted legs, Mr. Serui felt the wonderful taste of "power" for the first time.

He and Joden have maintained a relationship, and he will often go to see him. Now Joden is already a cadre in the top few of the Black Flag Brotherhood, and it can be said that he has great power.

He remembers the friendship between Mr. Serui and him, so he has been taking care of Mr. Serui.

This is also why he is not afraid of gangs.

The Black Flag Brotherhood is not just a simple gang in a certain city or state. They cover several surrounding states, with a total scale of thousands of people, operating various criminal activities.

In Jinzhou, their strength is not the strongest, but they are also very famous.

Whenever he said these names, the people who came to find trouble would become uneasy, at a loss, and then apologize to him and say they would not come to harass him again.

But this time, the person opposite him had no movement.

"You don't know the Black Flag Brotherhood?"

"Come on!"

"Friend, you are in a gang, how can you not know the Black Flag Brotherhood?"

His tone became a little anxious, and he glanced at the phone. "Maybe I'll call Joden, and you'll know."

His hand touched the phone. At that moment, Hailamu grabbed his wrist.

"Fack, you hurt me!"

"Jenny, call the police!"

He stood up and struggled to take his wrist away from the hand of the guy who looked a bit stupid. "Let go of me, you son of a bitch, let go of me!"

Hailamu used both hands, grabbed his hair, and pressed it down hard. Mr. Serui's head was close to the table.

The pressure and pain brought by the scalp made him pant heavily. Just as he was preparing to break free, accompanied by a "thump," a dagger was inserted less than ten centimeters from his nose.

All his struggles stopped.

He rolled his eyes and looked at Lanse. "I don't understand, is there anything I have offended you?"

"Say it, I apologize for those mistakes and am willing to pay the price!"

He panted heavily, and he still hasn't figured it out until now.

He didn't know this person at all, how could he offend these people?

And, he already had some premonitions that these people were not locals.

Lanse sat there, looking at this Mr. Serui without moving. "You owe me the box office of fourteen cinemas, Mr. Serui."

Mr. Serui immediately understood that this was from Wanli Pictures!

If they were a gang, perhaps he would feel worried, afraid of causing bigger trouble, and thus retreat.

But when Lanse said they were from Wanli Pictures, his emotions had some changes.

People who do business know best what people who do business are afraid of.

"I... am very sorry." His tone began to soften. "I am willing to give you the money I owe you."

Lanse nodded slightly, Hailamu took back the dagger, and then let go of his hair.

He sat back in the chair again. The secretary hadn't appeared until now, and should have been controlled.

Calling, they might not let him call, so the only thing he can do now is to compromise first.

He tidied up his appearance, just as he cared about his appearance.

"I need to calculate, this requires the secretary to help me bring the recent account book over." He said tentatively.

"I promise, not a penny less will be paid to you!"

Lanse shook his head. "No, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. From May to now, it's a total of sixty days, ten thousand dollars a day."

Mr. Serui looked at Lanse with wide eyes. "Are you crazy?"

"Your movie can't sell for six hundred thousand in total, you want six hundred thousand from me?"

The movie "The Mystery of Angel Lake" did sell well. The first month was a big profit, and it could get a total box office of about six or seven thousand every day from this movie (fourteen cinemas).

A month was less than two hundred thousand, and the total box office for two months might be only two hundred and seventy or eighty thousand. He actually doubled it as soon as he opened his mouth?

Lanse didn't make any response to his intense reaction, just looked at him. "This is not one of your answers, Mr. Serui."

"The only answer you can give is to give, or not to give."

Serui looked at Lanse, like a wounded beast. His gaze moved from Lanse to others. No one would fear him, and they all looked at him.

Finally, his gaze returned to Lanse. "I don't have that much money."

In fact, he has.

But he doesn't want to give.

This is six hundred thousand, not sixty thousand, not six thousand. If it were really sixty thousand, he would have given it now.

But that is six hundred thousand, almost his net profit for two to three quarters.

If he gave this money, he would have worked for nothing for a year, and there might not be such a profit in the next few years!

People's curiosity about sound films is fading. Wanting to be full every show is no longer seen. Now there is speculation about war, maybe their market will soon face a cold winter!

He doesn't want to give, and now he doesn't want to give even a penny.

Lanse glanced at Hailamu. Hailamu bumped his subordinate with his shoulder, and the two walked to Mr. Serui's side.

Hailamu grabbed his wrist. He struggled and looked at the two with terrified eyes. "What do you want to do?"

"Let go of me..."

Hailamu swung his fist and gave him a punch, which stunned him!

Since he became a good friend with Joden in high school, he had never been beaten!

Now this punch made him lose his reaction for a short time. His hand was grabbed by Hailamu and pressed on the edge of the table, letting his little finger hang outside the table.

He pressed the wrist tightly with all his strength, and then pulled out a sharp dagger and cut it hard toward his little finger!

In an instant, a violent scream sounded in the office. Lanse rolled his eyes. It was too fucking noisy!

Mr. Serui looked a bit fat, his voice was loud and full of energy, as if the glass windows were rattling at this moment.

He knelt on the ground holding his palm, constantly cursing dirty words. All the dirty words he had heard in his life were cursed out.

Soon, he was hoisted back into his chair. As soon as Hiram grabbed his wrist, he trembled slightly and said, "I'll give..."

Lanse nodded slightly. "Transfer check." At this time, Mr. Serui's face was unusually ugly. He gritted his teeth, and his head jumped with pain.

After glaring at Lanse fiercely for a while, he pointed to the bookshelf next to him. "I need to get the checkbook."

Lanse nodded. He got up slowly, walked to the safe, took out the transfer check, and returned to the table.

In his trembling hands, he endured the strong emotions of fear, pain, anger, regret, and various complex emotions mixed together, filled out the check, and tore it off!

"Fack, take it, take it!"

"I want to go to the hospital!"

But just as he stood up, he was pressed back. Lanse took the check and glanced at it, handed it to the person beside him, along with a card in his hand. "Go and transfer it to this account."

He looked at Mr. Serui. "After the money is transferred, you can leave."

"Fack, fack!"

He bent down and picked up the severed finger, wrapped it in a handkerchief and stuffed it into his pocket.

No errors, read it all at once!

In fact, current medical technology does not support replantation of severed limbs. He did this purely to seek a kind of psychological comfort.

The reason Lanse let him sit here is very simple. A transfer check only needs a phone call to stop. Only when it is confirmed that the process has started can he let this Mr. Serui leave.

More than ten minutes later, the young man ran back, panting slightly. "Boss, the money has been transferred."

Lanse stood up after putting down his legs. He stood in front of the table, tucked the front of his clothes with one hand, and stretched his hand forward. "Goodbye, Mr. Serui."

Mr. Serui looked at Lanse's extended hand and had to bite the bullet and shake it with him. Looking at the mocking smile on Lanse's face, he already hated a hole in his heart!

After Lanse and the others left, Mr. Serui rushed out of the office.

It was faster for him to drive to the hospital than to wait for an ambulance to arrive in twenty or thirty minutes.

More than ten minutes later, he entered the emergency room. The doctor just took a look and started debridement and suturing for him.

He looked at the doctor and asked, "Can it... be reconnected?"

Missing a finger on his hand is too bad for this "conservative" society!

He will lose many opportunities because of this. Those big figures, politicians, celebrities, they will not like people who are missing a finger, no matter what he does.

The doctor shook his head. "Sorry, we don't have this technology. Maybe other hospitals have it. Do you want to go to other hospitals to see?"

The suture needle in his hand stopped. "If you want to leave, you also need to pay seventy-five dollars."

He glared at the doctor, and the doctor was calm and composed. He had seen too many such people.

Some people said that if they hurt him, they would kill themselves, but in the end, they did nothing because this is a hospital.

Looking at the unresponsive doctor, Mr. Serui could only sigh. "Come on."

More than ten minutes later, he returned to the office. The little secretary stood there in a panic, not knowing what to do. Just before he was about to enter the office, she explained, "They didn't let me call the police!"

Mr. Serui glanced at her and closed the office door.

Then he sat in the chair and was dazed for a while, then dialed Joden's phone.

"It's me, Serui."

"Hi, my dear brother, is there anything your brother Joden can do for you?" His voice was filled with a light feeling.

As a senior member of the Death Angels, he has lived until now, which can be considered a success.

He only needs to wait a few more years, and then retire from the gang, and he can enjoy the rest of his time.

However, he probably won't retire. It's not that he loves the power in his hands, but that he doesn't like that kind of peaceful life.

Smoke, strong wine, riding a motorcycle to hijack trucks on the interstate highway...

That is the life that men, knights, yearn for most!

"I'm hurt, brother, I need you!"

Joden's voice became serious immediately. The more he reached this position, the more he cared about those relationships that were not mixed with other interest relationships.

The only friend he had from high school who could walk to today was Serui, and even for such a long-time friend, he was the only one.

He didn't want to lose this friend, brother, so he had to do something.

"What's wrong, what do you need me to do?"

Mr. Serui's eye sockets were a little red. "There is a company called... Wanli Pictures, they snatched six hundred thousand from me, and... cut off my little finger."

"Holy Crab!"

"Stay there, I'll be there immediately!"

Joden hung up the phone immediately. Mr. Serui knew it would be this result, and didn't care at all.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the sound of a motorcycle and the sound of a car braking sounded outside the door.

A guy who looked very free rushed upstairs, pushed open the office door, looked around vigilantly, and finally his gaze fell on Mr. Serui.

He strode over, glanced at the wound on his face, and the bandage on his hand that was still bleeding, and smashed his fist on the table.

"Fack, where are they!"

Mr. Serui shook his head. "I don't know where they went, but I know they are from Wanli Pictures."

"Their head office is in Jin Gang City!"

Joden walked back and forth a few times. He didn't immediately answer Mr. Serui whether he was going to go so far to avenge him.

Such thinking and weighing lasted for twenty or thirty seconds. Finally, he walked around the table to Mr. Serui's side. He grabbed Mr. Serui's back neck with his hand and pressed his forehead against his forehead. "I will go there for you, we are brothers!"

Mr. Serui nodded moved. "Brother!"

This line of work is very dangerous, Joden knows this, but this is the challenge that men should face!

He believes that he can bring justice back for his brother!

The motorcycle and car soon disappeared from downstairs. A young man threw away his cigarette and got into the car.

After a while, he came to Lanse's room. "He went to the hospital first, then returned to the office. Later, several motorcycles and two cars came, looking like the Joden he mentioned."

Lanse nodded slightly. Laoen didn't quite understand. "Why don't we just kill him?"

Lanse smiled and said, "I want his fourteen cinemas, but there must be a reason."

"If they want revenge, it's equivalent to sending the reason to my hand, so I ask him for the cinema, and others can't say anything."

"If this didn't happen and I wanted him to transfer the cinema to me, we wouldn't be able to stand on the ground in terms of reason."

"Gentlemen, this society looks like there are no rules, but rules are hidden around us."

They wouldn't understand Lanse's thoughts. The closer to the high level, the more you have to follow the rules. No one likes people or things that are unpredictable. They like people or things that have tracks to follow.

Lanse is a person who understands the rules and acts according to the rules, so people's hostility toward him will not be so great.

"Call Aierwen and let him pay a little attention."

"If they go over, just entertain these gentlemen who came from afar!"

Lanse didn't take these small things to heart at all. He spent the whole morning in boredom. In the afternoon, Tang Mu drove over to pick him up.

"Actually, you don't need to bring so many people." Tang Mu looked at the two cars behind through the rearview mirror. "This car won't have any problems in the entire Jinzhou. No one will be stupid enough to attack this car, so you don't have to worry about your safety at all."

These cars, including the senator's own car, were firmly remembered in the heads of those gangs and law enforcement departments. These belong to bombs, and they will explode if touched, blowing everyone to pieces.

Lanse smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

The brain hole is big enough, right?

Isn't the brain hole open?

The reason why an accident is an accident is that you can never predict when, in what form, it will happen to you!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 596 =====