Tang Song spread his hands and said with a smile:
"People always have to learn to make progress. When I do business, I like to make money through harmony. The market in New York was only this big before. If I took away someone's business, no one would be happy.
Now that the arms quota has been vacated, I'm sure the bosses won't be willing to fight with me, a garbage collector, for it."
At this time, a bald tattooed man interrupted Tang Song's words:
"Tang, pick up the garbage. When did you start competing with the Beggar King for business? The scavenger business is the most comfortable business in New York. If you don't want to do it, you can leave it to me..."
Tang Song's eyes revealed an undisguised murderous intent. He said coldly, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want... Why is it that the pimp business is not easy to do?!"
The tattooed man is called Jeffrey. He is the biggest pimp in New York. Forty percent of the prostitutes in New York make their living under him.
At this moment, he was shocked by Tang Song's eyes that were enough to see through metal and stone. He knew he had said something wrong and was shaking all over, unable to speak.
A boss nearby quickly tried to smooth things over: "Well, we are all friends, of course we won't steal each other's business, Jeffrey was just joking..."
The tattooed man hurried down the ladder and apologized to Tang Song repeatedly.
Tang Song took over the entire New York cleaning business by fighting for it. Even Jin Bing was afraid of him at the time.
Jeffrey is just a chicken boss, and the thugs under him can only bully fallen women, so they naturally can't afford to offend Tang Song.
It's just that Tang Song has always acted in a low-key manner, which makes people mistakenly think that he is weak.
Seeing that Tang Song was really angry, Jeffrey suddenly came to his senses and gave in repeatedly.
"Tang, the arms business is not that easy!"
Jin Bing put his hands on the long table and his eyes were a little cold.
Originally, he and Mrs. Gao of the Hand had already discussed that the two parties would share the arms trade in New York. In return, he would get 10% of the Hand's smuggling business in New York. Now Tang Song had interfered.
"Businesses that are difficult to do have high profits, don't they?"
Tang Song smiled, raised his hand, and Lai En handed him a cigar.
"Why, it seems that Mr. Wilson has already divided up all the shares in the arms business," Tang Song took a puff of his cigar and exhaled a stream of white smoke as straight as an arrow.
"Then why did you call us here? Are you trying to play tricks on me?"
Facing Tang Song's questioning.
Haha, Jin Bing took big puffs of his cigar and let out a low, muffled laugh. His strong hands reached for the crystal ashtray on the table.
Mrs. Gao suddenly said, "Since Mr. Tang wants to do arms business, then the market share of the Hand is left to you!"
Tang Song narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the kind-looking Mrs. Gao. Wow, that malicious intent almost surged out like a dark cloud pressing down on his head.
"Okay, then I'd be disrespectful to refuse!"
Tang Song stood up, walked politely to Madam Gao, and extended his hand to her;
"Thank you, Madam Gao!"
… …
In the office on the second floor of the nightclub, Jin Bing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the luxury cars whizzing away.
"Mrs. Gao, this is different from what we discussed beforehand," Jin Bing turned his head, like a ferocious hungry tiger.
"I gave you my share of the arms, but you gave it up on your own. I don't care. But I'm going to take the 10% of the smuggling business for your Hand!"
Mrs. Gao still had that kind expression on her face: "Don't worry, what belongs to you is still yours. I'm giving him the arms business, but the little guy has to be alive to take it over."
Jin Bing seemed to have known Mrs. Gao's attitude for a long time and was not surprised at all.
… …
"Boss, I'm afraid Jin Bing won't let this go!"
In the back seat of the extended Rolls-Royce, Tang Song was holding a round jade plate, and his fingers were like swords, with a faint light emitting from his fingertips, as he engraved something on the jade plate.
The sword energy intertwined, the hard jade became like tofu, and bits of jade powder fell on the car mat.
Lai En on the side suggested with some concern:
“Should we transfer people back from Russia?”
"Not for now!" Tang Song slid his fingertips, and with just a few strokes, a simple portrait appeared on the jade plate.
"Send some heavy weapons over from the warehouse later, I... um?"
Tang Song frowned and looked out the window.
On the busy streets, two off-road motorcycles flexibly weave through the traffic.
The two riders, wearing black leather jumpsuits and fully enclosed protective helmets, were driving motorcycles, changing directions flexibly, weaving in and out of traffic, and soon approached an extended Rolls-Royce.
Two motorcycles were driving side by side with the Rolls-Royce, one on the left and one on the right. The two riders simultaneously took off a small Uzi submachine gun from their chests, aimed at the Rolls-Royce and pulled the trigger.
Da da da da
The Uzi submachine gun with a 20-round magazine instantly poured all its firepower onto the rear window glass.
The rear window of the Rolls-Royce was instantly sprayed with countless white spots. Unfortunately, the 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets could not penetrate the bulletproof glass of the Rolls-Royce.
"boss!"
Ryan fished out a black military pistol from the secret compartment of the seat, click, and loaded the bullet.
After receiving Tang Song's wave, Lai En pushed open the car door violently, stepped out sideways, and fired two shots directly.
"Bang!"
With the first shot, the helmet of the motorcyclist on the left exploded, and the motorcycle lost control and crashed directly into the guardrail on the side.
The German driver of the Rolls-Royce lightly stepped on the brakes the moment Ryan fired the first shot.
The motorcyclist on the right rushed forward one body length, and Lai En leaned out at this time and fired another shot.
"Bang!"
Buzz buzz buzz! …
Just as Ryan had dealt with the two motorcycle gunmen, several more motorcycles stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the traffic. Without saying a word, they raised their Uzi submachine guns and fired at Ryan.
Ryan grabbed the car door handle with one hand, and the SIG Sauer M18 in his hand fired fatal bullets accurately, and each bullet hit the motorcycle gunman's head accurately.
Soon, this group of motorcycle gunmen were completely dealt with by Lai En.
"Go back!"
Tang Song calmly sketched the final strokes of the figure's portrait, then waved his hand. A gust of wind blew up out of nowhere in the car, sweeping up countless debris and dust into a ball and flying out of the window.
Tang Song played with the jade token in his hand and casually threw it to Lai En.
Lai En grabbed it and took a closer look. On the jade token was a simple sketch of an old lady.
It was none other than Madam Gao from the Shura Society.
… …
At night, the Guns N' Roses bar, which was once filled with the sound of heavy metal, now only had a flashing sign, and the silence was eerie.
Even the homeless people in the alley left tactfully.
At this time, a group of people in black suits appeared quietly around Guns N' Roses.
"Takeshita-kun, our people have surrounded this place!"
A black Japanese Honda car was parked quietly not far from the yard.
The car door was wide open. In the back seat, a Japanese man in his thirties was looking at the gate of Guns N' Roses with night vision goggles.
"It seems that our enemies are well prepared. Suzuki-kun, don't be careless and don't let your wife down!"
The middle-aged man spoke in a serious tone, and when he mentioned Mrs. Gao, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
The flat-headed man called Suzuki-kun was holding a black pistol in his hand. He stood by the car door with his head lowered respectfully and bowed repeatedly when he heard the words.
"Don't worry, Takeshita-kun. We are leading more than a hundred gunmen this time. They are all good players in the club. There will be no problem!"