Chapter 627

Life has many crossroads and many choices; not everyone can choose the right path at the right time.

Mr. Serre had chosen wrong before—he wanted to embezzle over one hundred thousand in box office revenue from Wanli Film, and as a result, he not only lost six hundred thousand in cash but also lost all his movie theaters.

In this choice, he made a wise decision; he chose to hand over the theaters instead of going to hell with his family along with those theaters.

Lanse is a man of his word; he said he wouldn't kill him, so he didn't. After he signed the transfer agreement, the fourteen movie theaters in Jinzhou became the property of Wanli Cinema.

Now he still had a little money in his hands, a few hundred thousand, but he felt as if he were dead.

"You should go to the police." His wife sat on the sofa, looking at Mr. Serre with a hint of anger and dissatisfaction. Her voice was like a sharp knife, piercing into Mr. Serre's head.

"Let the police and judges take back what belongs to us; that is our wealth!"

"You really are a coward, Serre. You lost everything, yet you're still sitting here like nothing happened. Why don't you move your ass off that chair and go tell the police what you encountered?"

"God, what bad thing did I do to end up married to you? This is the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life."

"Even a homeless person on the street would know what to do in this situation, and you, you're just sitting there dazed like a mentally retarded person with slow brain development!"

"I..."

Mr. Serre finally couldn't take it anymore. He slapped the table, stood up, and amidst his wife's confused gaze, walked over to her side and punched her hard.

The woman was so stunned she couldn't react. When she took another punch, the pain made her start screaming, "You have the nerve to hit me, but no nerve to take back what those people stole from us! You loser!"

Mr. Serre's eye twitched. He mounted his wife and pounded her head frantically with his fists. Soon, her screams turned into pleas for mercy and crying.

Mr. Serre finally let out a breath. He got off the woman, walked to the sofa nearby, sat down, took out a cigarette, and lit one.

The smoke circled in his lungs and was exhaled through his mouth and nose; his exhausted body felt a certain nourishment in an instant.

He had wanted to beat this woman for a long time.

Today, he finally let out a breath!

"Divorce, I want a divorce!" The woman jumped up, clutching her bruised face. "I can't live with you for another day, you loser. I want a divorce!"

Serre nodded. "Fine, let's do it now. Whoever stops is a son of a bitch!"

His gaze shot toward his wife like a knife. The woman who always talked incessantly suddenly felt as if something had grabbed her throat, and she couldn't make a sound.

Refreshing!

Truly refreshing!

Mr. Serre took another deep drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke formed by tar, nicotine, and over two thousand chemicals permeate his entire lungs.

That full, satisfied feeling was deeply fascinating!

A smile played on the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to tell the woman to find a lawyer, the room door was suddenly kicked open.

Several people wearing leather vests walked in from outside.

Leather pants, leather vests, the large cigars hanging from their chests, and that shiny skull logo with wings—they were people from the Death Angels.

Mr. Serre and his wife both shut their mouths, and at the same time, he stood up. "Gentlemen..."

Before he could finish, a guy who looked to be in his thirties, walking at the very front, rushed over and punched Mr. Serre in the lower abdomen.

When he bent over, wearing a mask of pain due to the spasms, that guy grabbed his hair and pressed his head hard onto the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Before he could even lift his head to look, a riding boot stepped on his head.

The hard rubber and iron heel made his scalp ache, but he didn't dare to scream.

He didn't dare to scream, but someone else did.

"Ah!" Mr. Serre's wife finally couldn't help but scream, but soon a fist made her shut her mouth.

She was ordered to sit on the sofa; if she dared to make a sound, those people would slash her face with a knife.

Whether in another world, this world, or other worlds, for women, even a face with wrinkles looks better than a ruined face.

She shut her mouth. At this moment, Mr. Serre felt a peace he had never experienced before...

The next second, a guy who looked to be in his forties sat on the sofa, facing him. "Tell me, where did Jorden go?"

Jorden was a high-ranking cadre of the Death Angels. Although he was quite old, it didn't affect his authority in the gang at all.

Many of the younger generation had received favors from him. He had spent half his life in prison, and he had taught the young people many things.

Even if some guys didn't like him, they didn't hate him either. After all, he didn't interfere too much in gang affairs and was even considering retirement.

When such an old gang member, who was not disliked and had a certain reputation, ran into trouble, there were many who were willing to "avenge" him.

Especially some captains, and even ordinary gang members; if they could complete an "honor kill," they might gain an opportunity for promotion.

Becoming a captain from an ordinary gang member, or a cadre from a captain, could be considered a shortcut. Now, the guy in front of him had discovered this "secret," and he immediately rushed here before everyone else arrived.

He wanted to avenge Jorden and then become a high-level cadre of the gang; this was an important qualification.

There were people among the high-level cadres who had a very good relationship with him. If he got a recommendation later, he would surely become a high-level cadre.

Just thinking about becoming a high-level cadre in a gang with thousands of core members was exciting!

Mr. Serre swallowed his saliva. He explained cautiously, "Mr. Jorden was also my friend, no, my brother, a good brother!"

"He and I have been... since high school..."

Before he could finish, he felt the sole of the shoe stepping on his head start to apply pressure, crushing his head as if it were about to shatter!

He groaned in terror and pain. The guy on the sofa shook his head. "Wrong answer."

"Second chance, Jorden, where did he go!"

Mr. Serre no longer dared to hide anything and hurriedly confessed the whole thing.

"... That's how it is. Jorden heard that I had been blackmailed for a sum of money, and then he decided to take his men to New Jincheng to help me recover the loss."

【No content lost, reading on!】

"I swear I absolutely didn't add anything; this is the whole truth!"

The middle-aged man on the sofa nodded. "So you mean he died in New Jincheng."

Before Mr. Serre could answer, he stood up. "It's called Wanli Film, right?"

Mr. Serre nodded repeatedly. The middle-aged man nodded slightly at the person stepping on his head, then walked toward the outside without looking back.

Several young men pulled out large-caliber hunting revolvers and, amidst the terrified expressions of Mr. Serre and his wife, shot and killed them!

On one hand, this was a trigger; it was their fault that led to Jorden's death in Licai State.

Secondly, the middle-aged man also wanted to cut off the clues so that others wouldn't be able to compete with him.

Killing two people was just as simple as eating and drinking for him and for Death.

After the others cleaned up the traces they left behind and all sat back in the van, someone asked, "Are we going over now?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. "We definitely have to go, but not now."

He lit a cigarette. "Jorden took people there and now there's no sound. If we just go over like this, do you think the same thing will happen?"

The people around him were a bit at a loss, not knowing how to answer. The middle-aged man curled his lips. "Find someone to ask around first."

The gangs of the entire Federation are not in a state where you don't know me and I don't know you.

If the administrative region of a city is the map of the city's underground world, then the map of the Federation's underground world is the entire country!

The five major families were uprooted, and a touch of color belonging to the Lansi family has been drawn in the block of New Jincheng, but for the map of the entire Federation, that is just a small piece of land.

Although small, it is indeed a bit conspicuous.

The gang forces in Licai State are mainly divided into four parts.

The Ma Kusi family, which focuses on smuggling in coastal areas; the Thorn Sect, which occupies Mantenong and operates almost all criminal businesses north of Mantenong; the Shengzhongdang in the area west of Mantenong; and the former five major families of New Jincheng.

The reason New Jincheng was singled out is because of its special geographical location; the benefits brought by one city are worth several cities or even more than a dozen cities, so it is in a class of its own.

Under the suggestion and promotion of the five major families of the Federation, in November every year, the gang leaders of various regions will attend the "Federal Gang Joint Assembly" in a city in the East Sea.

So this Death Angel member in his thirties can indeed find someone to ask about the situation in New Jincheng.

After all, it is too far away. Even if he knows that a huge change has taken place in the underground world of New Jincheng, it is impossible to know every single thing clearly like the locals.

"That John from the Shengzhongdang is a lunatic. I don't want to talk to him, and the people from the Thorn Sect don't have a very good relationship with us..."

The middle-aged man pondered for a while. "It seems I can only ask the people from the Ma Kusi family."

Fortunately, he had the contact information of the people from the Ma Kusi family here; they met at the Gang Joint Assembly.

The phone was connected quickly, and it was a cadre of the Ma Kusi family.

When the other party heard that he was asking about the Lansi family, they didn't pay much attention to it.

"The downfall of the five major families has little to do with the Lansi family. They had problems within themselves. The Kasiya family was incited by the mayor to fight with the other three major families, and eventually, they fought themselves out of existence."

"Paul was killed by his adopted son, and the other two families were so weak that they couldn't stabilize their status and voluntarily left New Jincheng."

"As for Bandi, he was not very lucky. I heard it had something to do with some power changes and shifts in Congress, and Lansi picked up a bargain..."

【End of chapter】