"Because we refused to reveal your identity, we were kicked out by them. Now they don't allow us to hang out there. You can't just ignore us." The tall man said with snot and tears.
Several other young people also immediately looked miserable, with sad faces.
Vincent tore open the iron sheet of the can with his hands, and while eating, he thought about it, realizing that these people probably lived within the boundaries of regulations.
He doesn't dislike these humans. The rules are set by superiors to maintain order. As long as these people have their own principles and don't destroy the general order, they will be successful if they can find a way to survive.
So Vincent nodded and said, "Okay."
The gangsters were overjoyed, and suddenly felt that this person was not so scary, so they dared to look directly at him.
They are dumbfounded when they look at it. Who is going to tell them that they are dazzled? How could the boss hold a dog can and chew it with relish
The fat man even rubbed his eyes.
Vincent asked: "What do you do to make money?"
This was the reason why he agreed to protect them out of kindness. He wanted to learn how to survive from their ways.
They didn't dare to question the boss's taste and chose to turn a blind eye. Hearing this, the fat man said, "We are following the bosses to collect some protection fees from the merchants in the small streets and alleys. We intercept the old communities and find residents who charge premiums." , but they don’t let us participate in these. Our job is to steal and rob, it’s all small business.”
Vincent was a little disappointed, but the fat man saw it and immediately said: "Ah, there is also loan sharking, but this requires a certain amount of funds. We are all penniless."
"Loan shark?" Vincent asked.
The fat man's eyes lit up: "Are you interested? You've just arrived here, right? Why don't we start with loan sharking?"
Vincent stared straight at the fat man.
The tall man rolled his eyes at the fat man, secretly cursed an idiot, and once again acted as the commentator: "Brother Bao and the others have channels for housing loan sharks. They lend money out in casinos, and after the interest is compounded, they can be squeezed out of them, and they can't keep a penny." Don’t leave it to them.”
Vincent became interested and couldn't help but look at the direction Parker left and asked, "What if I don't pay it back?"
The tall man sneered, "Won't you pay it back?"
He made a gesture of touching his neck, as if he had done it thousands of times, and continued: "Then it can only be solved with violence. I saw Brother Bao deal with a debtor and chop it off with one knife. Right hand."
Vincent frowned. Cutting off someone's hand was equivalent to destroying someone's livelihood. It was actually more cruel than killing the person directly.
"Then do this." Vincent said.
The fat man rubbed his hands excitedly and said: "This is good, this is highly profitable. I wonder how much money you can put out, boss? Just leave the rest to us."
"Who said I was going to put money out?" Vincent asked.
Both the fat man and the tall man were stunned. The fat man asked stupidly: "Then what did you just...?"
Vincent said one word at a time: "Spread the news and ask debtors to seek refuge with us. We will charge a certain fee based on the amount of debt they owe, protect their safety, and help them repay their debts with fair... interest."
"ah?"
The gangsters were dumbfounded.
"This is going against Brother Bao!" Fatty said in horror.
Vincent curled his lips coldly, involving the scars on his face, and his ferocious look was clearly revealed: "So what?"
It's not that he underestimates the enemy, it's that humans are too weak in his eyes.