A huge figure sat in the chairman's seat, with his two palms as big as palm leaves clasped together and his eyes scanning Tang Song like a knife, as if he wanted to remember him in his heart.
Strong and muscular, this is Tang Song's impression of Jin Bing. He weighs 400 pounds, but he doesn't look fat at all. His bulging muscles make his white suit bulge out.
With his mountain-like physique, there is no doubt that he can kill a lion with one punch, and his eyes are just as ferocious.
Facing Jin Bing's fierce gaze, Tang Song just smiled, handed his suit jacket and cane to Lai En beside him, pulled over a chair at the end and sat down directly.
The position he chose was exactly opposite Jin Bing.
Jin Bing stared at Tang Song for a moment, pressed his crossed thumbs together, and suddenly laughed:
"Tang, these are the bosses of various gangs in New York. This one is Song Tang. Boss Tang rarely interacts with you, but you should have heard of him, right?"
Tang Song nodded slightly to everyone present very politely and swept his eyes over everyone present.
Among the seven or eight gangster bosses present, not many left an impression on Tang Song.
One is Jin Bing, who has a strong physique. In Tang Song's perception, he is as vigorous as an external martial artist in the world of Yama. His blood and energy are abundant, making him the first choice for the magic monks to sacrifice zombies and extract their souls.
Well, some goblins and monsters also like this chewy texture.
The other one was more interesting. She was an old Asian lady wearing a Tang suit. She was rolling a string of Buddhist beads in her hand. She looked kind and benevolent. Facing Tang Song's gaze, she responded to him with a smile and nodded.
The position where she sat was below Jin Bing, a position that only the underworld forces second only to Jin Bing in power could sit.
Tang Song felt a cold power from this old lady, which was somewhat like the internal energy in the world of Yama. Although it was rough, the power was huge.
The most interesting thing is that Tang Song’s spiritual consciousness felt the old lady’s deep malice towards him.
Tang Song stroked the black jade ring on his thumb, grinned in his heart, and made up his mind to find an opportunity for Xiao Hei and the old lady to have a good intimate time.
Seeing that everyone was there, Jin Bing nodded. Bullseye took a few people to close the door of the conference room, and then stood behind Jin Bing.
The old Asian lady sitting next to Kingpin, rolling her Buddhist beads, was the first to speak:
"Mr. Jin Bing, everyone is here now. You took great pains to gather everyone here. Now you can talk about anything!"
Jin took a lit cigar from Bullseye and took two puffs.
"The reason for inviting everyone here this time is because there were some cockroaches in New York,"
He took a dozen photos from Bullseye behind him, threw them on the table and said:
"You can see that these so-called superheroes destroyed three of my businesses, and I lost 50 million US dollars!"
Tang Song looked at the photos scattered on the table. In the photos, there were several perverts in tight clothes. No, they were several superheroes in tight clothes and masks fighting crime.
Tang Song picked up one and looked at it.
The man in the photo, wearing a red tights, looks a lot like Batman in the comics and is holding a long stick.
Wouldn’t this tights hurt my crotch when I wore it? Tang Song suddenly had an idea.
Except Tang Song, none of the bosses at the long table looked at the photos.
Seeing this, Jin Bing took a puff of his cigar, and slowly spoke in the smoke:
"These superheroes are not only attacking my business, Madam Gao. If I remember correctly, your Hand has two factories in Hell's Kitchen, and they were destroyed by them the day before yesterday!"
The old Asian lady, Mrs. Gao, one of the five fingers of the Hand-Hearted Society, paused while rolling the Buddhist beads, still with a kind smile on her face.
"It's just two factories. We in the Hand don't even care about them!"
"Your Shuhe Society is very wealthy," Jin Bing laughed sarcastically and turned to look at an old white man wearing a tuxedo and with shiny hair.
"Old Billy, you are the one who is in charge of the human trafficking in New York. Two days ago, the New York Police Department deported more than 700 people back to their country. If I remember correctly, it was your ship on the news!"
Old Billy said with a sad face:
"This is the third time my cargo ship has been attacked, damn it."
As Jin Bing pointed out one by one, the conference room seemed to have become a grievance meeting.
The gang bosses were like bullied young wives, telling about their grievances.
Tang Song was watching the fun from the side. He was openly running a cleaning business, so unless those guys were really perverts wearing tights, Tang Song didn't believe that they would really be interested in corpses.
"We are here now, and that basically includes the entire underground forces in New York."
Seeing that the time had come, Jin Bing crushed the cigar in his hand into the ashtray.
"Mobilize all your forces to find those cockroaches and crush them. I will personally pay you 10 million US dollars as a reward."
All the bosses were moved and whispered a few words to each other.
Soon, the matter was finalized and everyone present offered a reward, totaling 50.5 million US dollars.
All underground forces in New York were mobilized to find the person.
Well, according to him, the small amount that Tang Song paid was used to run a legitimate business, and those vigilantes would never find him no matter what.
The five hundred thousand is a token of his appreciation.
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"One more thing, Vigo is missing, and the arms market in New York is in chaos now!"
Jin Bing looked at everyone and asked, "Who is interested?"
The bosses present looked at each other and then looked away at the same time.
The arms market in New York is a piece of fat meat. During this period, they have fought many times to compete for the share of this market.
Who doesn't want to eat meat? But there is no fool who can sit in this position. They can't figure out Jin Bing's true attitude and they are a little hesitant for a while.
No one spoke and the atmosphere became awkward for a moment.
"Since no one is interested, how about leaving this business to us?" Mrs. Gao smiled at everyone and spoke softly.
Mrs. Gao looked at everyone, her kind eyes revealing an undisguised cold warning.
Everyone turned their eyes to Jin Bing, wanting to know the opinion of their host.
To everyone's surprise, Kingpin clapped his hands and said.
"The arms market is so huge, Madam Gao, you alone can't take it all. I can only give you 40% at most."
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All of the bosses present at the table were suddenly enlightened. It was obvious that the Shuhehui and Jin Bing had joined forces, and the share of the arms market had been divided up between the two of them.
The purpose of this meeting is simply to inform them.
No one spoke. Everyone was looking at Jin Bing. At this moment, Jin Bing looked ferocious, squatting on his seat like a real bear ready to pounce, looking around with murderous eyes.
Facing Jin Bing's eyes, several bosses exchanged glances with each other and chose to retreat. The Shuhehui and Jin Bing joined forces, and no one present could be their match.
At this time, Tang Song yawned and said, "In the arms business, I have a batch of gadgets in my hands recently. Boss Jin Bing, since you have given Madam Gao 40% of the share, then give me the rest!"
As soon as Tang Song said this, everyone looked at him. Jin Bing stared at Tang Song with a fake smile:
"Tang, you have always been in the cleaning business, why do you want to switch to the arms business? The arms business is not easy to do..."