"This is the property of the Death Society, would you like to try smashing one?" The voice of the speaker was not loud, but everyone immediately felt the pressure. The person who spoke was Ian who hurried over.

"Who is it? Who is so bold? I smashed it today. How dare you do anything?" As he said that, the man picked up the stool and smashed it hard on the glass table in front of him.

Wow...how could that glass table withstand such a huge force? It immediately shattered.

"Seeking death!" In the smoke, everyone could only see a figure rushing to the man's side. When they got closer, they saw a young man with black hair who was not tall, holding the man's neck with one hand.

, pushing his belly with one hand and lifting him up. You must know that this man was nearly 1.9 meters tall and very strong. However, he was lifted up by a thin young man who was much smaller than him.

The scene was really weird.

With a "boom", the man was knocked down on his head, causing the floor to vibrate. Looking at his crooked neck and bleeding from his mouth and nose, he was thrown to the ground by the young man before he could even scream.

died.

This young man was naturally Ian. After making proper arrangements for Kuntu's family, he received news from Wu Qianqian and the others. In addition, there had been conflicts with the 13k people before, so Ian made up his mind to put it together tonight.

These bosses have all surrendered, and in order to ensure that they will not regret after leaving, Ian has made plans to kill them all.

Click, click, click... There was a soft sound, and the other gang members immediately took out their firearms and pointed them at Ian.

At this time, a boss with a cigar in his mouth stood up, pushed aside the bodyguards around him, came to Ian's side, and said with a smile: "Are you the boss of the Death Society? You are indeed ruthless, but no matter how powerful you are, you will be awesome.

Can you survive a bullet? Just a few dozen of you dare to act arrogant in front of us. Boy, I think you are tired of living."

As he said this, the boss actually stretched out his hand to slap Ian on the face. Who was Ian? How could he let him succeed? Before he could reach half of his arm, he had already caught his wrist first.

With a forceful bend, and accompanied by a scream, the boss's arm was hit so hard that it was bent in the opposite direction.

At the same time, the bodyguards behind the boss were unambiguous. They immediately opened fire with four pistols. Ian turned slightly and hid behind the boss. Naturally, those bodyguards did not dare to shoot their boss.

She yelled at Ian to let him go.

Wu Qianqian was not a vegetarian, so she had four steel needles lying around. She saw that Ian did not intend to talk to these people tonight, so as soon as the steel needles were released, they went straight to the eye sockets of the four bodyguards and drilled straight into them.

The bodies of the four people trembled slightly, then fell to the ground one after another, and died in less than ten seconds.

The hands of Ian and Wu Qianqian immediately shocked the remaining people, and at this moment, dozens of Sam's men also stood up with guns. When everyone saw, although there were many people, the weapons were

They didn't take any advantage at all, and everyone was very upset and regretted not bringing more people and weapons. Now more than a hundred people were surrounded by dozens of others.

"What do you really want? Even if you kill us all, do you think you can dominate New City? It's just a dream!" Another boss said.

Ian threw the howling boss aside, kicked him over, and then walked to the middle of the dance floor without fear, facing countless gun muzzles, he laughed and said: "You bosses, I really

I don’t understand. No matter what situation you encounter, don’t you find out the details of the other party in advance? Do you really think that you are the so-called boss and no one can be better than you?”

Everyone around them fell silent immediately. They had indeed underestimated the Death Society. They just thought it was a newly rising gang that was lucky enough to have access to a new DP, so they didn't take it seriously at all.

While everyone was silent, a voice said: "I know you, your name is Ian, you are the boss of the Death Society, and also the boss of the entire underworld in L City. It took you a short time to control L City, and the Death God...

Kiss was also developed by your own company."

Ian smiled, clapped his hands and said, "You're right. What else do you know? Keep talking."

The man who spoke slowly walked out of the crowd. He was a black man. He looked about thirty years old. He was over 1.8 meters tall. He was wearing jeans and a white vest. His muscles looked like they would grow at any time.

Like an explosion, he said: "I also know that Sam was originally one of the leading gang bosses in L City, but after you took control of L City, he went to New City alone and occupied Redwood Street to start selling the Kiss of Death."

"It seems that you have indeed inquired very clearly, so you should have guessed what I want to do, right? How do you choose." Ian looked at the black man with interest.

"I want to be like him!" The man raised his finger and pointed at Sam and said.

"Oh?" Ian's eyes lit up and he said, "Are you planning to leave New City and go to another city?"

"Yes, but there is a prerequisite. I have been waiting to see what conditions you can give." The man said.

"What's your name?" Ian walked up to the man and asked.

"Jason."

Ian patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Okay Jason, you made a choice that is best for you."

Then Ian walked to the middle and said to the others: "Everyone here, think about it, why do you go to the underworld? It's just for money. Let me give you an example, Sam, the original l

A boss in the city, his annual income is about more than ten million US dollars, but what about after joining the Death Society?"

Sam stepped forward and said: "I made 200 million US dollars in less than a month." The people around him were shocked. They only knew that the Death Society had strong financial resources, but they did not expect it to be so strong. They made money in just one month.

So much?

But some people still asked in disbelief: "You make a lot of money, but how much can you keep for yourself, if you don't have to work for others?"

Ian said: "Yes, Sam is working for me, but because of his large base, I will leave him 20% of all sales as reserve funds for him to use freely, 200 million percent.

Twenty, that is to say, he can get 40 million U.S. dollars a month. Counting his fifty subordinates, each of them gets 10,000 U.S. dollars a month. Do you think he has used up the rest of the money?"

"Is all the money his?"

"If he is only satisfied with the 40 million, then yes, what I want to say is that the monthly sales of the Death Society in City L have reached 2 billion US dollars. Do you think a monthly salary of 400 million US dollars is good?

, it’s better for you to be the boss with tens of millions a year.” Ian said confidently, he believed that no one could refuse such a powerful temptation.
Chapter completed!