Shadow Empire

Chapter 591 Revenge
"Lance, my name is Lance."

Mr. Serey knitted his eyebrows together, and countless memories were dug out from the depths of his mind and stirred, just to find this name.

After a moment, he shook his head, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lance, I haven't heard of your name."

He moved forward and raised his right hand, making a gesture of rejection. "But, whether your name is Lance or any other name, it's fine."

“This is not a place for you to find fault.”

Mr. Seray retracted his raised palm and nodded his finger on the table. "Listen, I don't want to cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of trouble."

"Jordon from the Black Flag Brotherhood is my friend, a good friend, a good friend who can do something for me."

He stared at Lance, hoping to see emotions such as surprise, fear, and concession in Lance's eyes.

He would say this every time he was in trouble, and almost every time he succeeded and saw what he wanted to see.

He was indeed good friends with Jordan of the Black Rider Brotherhood, and they had once been neighbors.

Jordan has become a troublemaker since middle school, and even the teachers at school can't do anything about him.

Mr. Serre relied on Jordan to have a good and stable teenage years. After high school, Jordan was arrested and imprisoned for intentional injury.

In prison he met members of the Black Knight Brotherhood and successfully joined the organization.

Mr. Serre had already started working with his father at that time, and they often encountered harassment from gangs.

With his father's support, he took the initiative to visit Jordan, but did not immediately mention the idea that he could do anything.

Mr. Serey was the only person who visited Jordan after he was imprisoned, and he visited him more than once and brought him some things, so he considered it a firm friendship.

One time when he went to visit Jordan, he was bruised and battered. When Jordan asked him about it, he told him that the cinema at home was harassed by some gangsters.

He thought he would have to wait for Jordan to come out before he could find out, but he didn't expect that the thugs who blackmailed them had their legs broken that night and were thrown on the road outside their house.

Looking at the hooligans rolling on the ground with their twisted legs, Mr. Serre felt the wonderful taste of "power" for the first time.

He has always maintained a relationship with Jordan and would often visit him. Now Jordan is one of the top cadres in the Black Flag Brotherhood and can be said to be in power.

He remembered the friendship between Mr. Seeley and him, so he always took care of Mr. Seeley.

This is why he is not afraid of gangsters.

The Black Flag Brotherhood is not just a gang at the city or state level. They cover several surrounding states, with a total of thousands of people, and engage in various criminal activities.

In Golden State, their strength is not the strongest, but they are also very famous.

Whenever he said the names, the troublemakers would become uneasy and confused, then apologize and say they would not bother him again.

But this time, the person opposite him didn't move.

"You don't know the Black Flag Brotherhood?"

"Kang Mang!"

"My friend, you are a gangster, how can you not know about the Black Flag Brotherhood?"

His tone became slightly anxious, and he glanced at the phone, "Maybe if I call Jordan, you'll know him."

His hand reached for the phone, and just as his hand touched the receiver, Hiram grabbed his wrist.

"Fuck, you're hurting me!"

"Jenny, call the police!"

He stood up and struggled to get his wrist back from the stupid-looking man, "Let me go, you son of a bitch, let me go!"

Hiram raised both hands, grabbed his hair, and pushed down hard, so that Mr. Seray's head was pressed against the table.

The pressure and pain on his scalp made him gasp for breath. When he was about to continue struggling, there was a "bang" and a dagger was inserted less than ten centimeters away from his nose.

All his struggles came to a halt.

He rolled his eyes and looked at Lance, "I don't understand. Have I ever offended you in any way?"

"Speak up, I apologize for those mistakes and am willing to pay the price!"

He was breathing heavily and still hadn't figured it out.

He doesn't even know this person, how could he offend these people?
Moreover, he already had a hunch that these people were not locals.

Lance sat there, looking at Mr. Serey without moving, "You owe me the box office revenue of fourteen movie theaters, Mr. Serey."

Mr. Serre understood immediately that this guy was from Wanli Pictures!
If they were gangsters, perhaps he would feel worried and afraid of causing bigger trouble, so he would back down.

But when Lance said they were from Wanli Pictures, his emotions changed a little.

People who do business know best what business people are afraid of.

"I... am sorry." His tone began to soften. "I am willing to give you the money I owe you."

Lance nodded slightly, and Hiram retracted the dagger and let go of his hair.

He sat back in his chair. The secretary hadn't shown up yet, so he must have been under control.

They might not let him make a phone call, so the only thing he could do now was to compromise.

He fixed his appearance as if he cared a lot about it.

"I need to do some calculations, and I need my secretary to get me the latest account book," he said tentatively.

"I promise to pay you every penny!"

Lance shook his head. "No, there's no need to go through so much trouble. From May to now, you will be paid 60 days in total, 10,000 yuan a day."

Mr. Seeley looked at Lance with wide eyes, "Are you crazy?"

"Your movie didn't even make 600,000 in total, and you're asking me for 600,000?"

The movie "Mystery of Angel Lake" did sell well and made a lot of money in the first month, with the total box office revenue from the movie being around six or seven thousand every day (in fourteen cinemas).

It's only less than 200,000 yuan a month, and the total box office after two months may be only 270,000 or 280,000 yuan. How could he double it just by opening his mouth?

Lance didn't do anything to respond to his intense reaction, he just looked at him, "That's not one of your answers, Mr. Seeley."

"The only answer you can give is yes or no."

Serai looked at Lance like a wounded beast. His gaze moved from Lance to everyone else. No one was afraid of him and they all looked at him.

Finally, his gaze returned to Lance, "I don't have that much money."

Actually he has.

But he didn't want to give it.

This is six hundred thousand, not sixty thousand, not six thousand. If it was really sixty thousand, he would have given it now.

But that was six hundred thousand, almost his net profit for two to three quarters.

If he gave this money, he would have worked for a year in vain, and he might not make as much money in the next few years!

People's curiosity about talkies is waning, sold-out shows are no longer common, and now with speculation about war, their market may soon face a cold winter!
He doesn't want to give it, and now he doesn't want to give even a penny.

Lance glanced at Hiram, who bumped his shoulder against the men next to him, and the two men walked over to Mr. Serre.

Hiram grabbed his wrist, and he struggled to look at the two men with horror, "What do you want to do?"

"let me go……"

Hiram swung his fist and punched him, knocking him unconscious!
He hasn't been beaten up since he became good friends with Jordan in high school!

This punch made him lose his reaction for a short period of time. His hand was grabbed by Hiram and pressed to the edge of the table, leaving his little finger hanging outside the table.

He pressed the wrist tightly, using all his strength, then pulled out the sharp dagger and thrust it at his little finger!
In an instant, a violent scream rang out in the office. Lance rolled his eyes. It was too damn noisy!
Mr. Serre looked a little fat, and his voice and confidence were so strong that it seemed as if the glass windows were rattling at this moment.

He knelt on the ground with his hands in his hands, cursing all the dirty words he had ever heard in his life.

Soon, he was lifted back to his chair, and Hiram just grabbed his wrist. After trembling for a moment, he said, "I'll give..."

Lance nodded slightly and said, "Bank transfer." Mr. Serre's face looked extremely ugly at this moment. He clenched his teeth and his head was throbbing with pain.

After glaring at Lance fiercely for a moment, he pointed to the bookshelf next to him and said, "I need to get the checkbook."

Lance nodded, slowly stood up, walked to the safe, took out the transfer check, and then returned to the table.

In his trembling hands, he suppressed fear, pain, anger, regret, and all kinds of complex and strong emotions mixed together, filled out the check, and then tore it off!

"Fuck, take it, take it!"

“I want to go to the hospital!”

But as soon as he stood up, he was pushed back. Lance took the check, looked at it, and handed it to the person next to him, along with a card in his hand, "Transfer it to this account."

He looked at Mr. Seray, "You can leave after the money is transferred."

"Farke, Farke!"

He bent down, picked up the severed finger, wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it in his pocket.

In fact, current medical technology does not support the replantation of severed limbs. He does this purely to seek psychological comfort.

The reason why Lance asked him to sit here was simple. A transfer check could be stopped with just one phone call. Only after he was sure that the process had started, could he let Mr. Serre leave.

Ten minutes later, the young man came back, panting slightly, "Boss, the money has been transferred in."

Lance put down his legs and stood up. He stood in front of the table, tucked the front of his clothes with one hand and stretched out the other hand in front of him. "Goodbye, Mr. Seeley."

Mr. Serre looked at the hand Lance extended and had no choice but to shake hands with him. Looking at the mocking smile on Lance's face, he felt so angry that a hole was already forming in his heart!

When Lance and the others left, Mr. Serre rushed out of the office.

It was faster for him to drive to the hospital himself than to call an ambulance and wait twenty or thirty minutes for it to arrive.

Ten minutes later he entered the emergency room, and the doctor just took a look and started to clean and suture his wound.

He looked at the doctor and asked, "Can it still be connected?"

Having a finger missing on your hand is too bad for this "conservative" society!

He will lose a lot of opportunities because of this. Those big shots, politicians, and celebrities will not like someone who is missing a finger, no matter what he does.

The doctor shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, we don't have this technology. Maybe other hospitals have it. Do you want to go to other hospitals?"

The suture needle in his hand stopped, "If you want to leave, you also need to pay seventy-five dollars."

He glared at the doctor, who looked calm and composed. He had seen people like him many times.

Some people even said that they would kill themselves if it hurt him, but in the end they did nothing because this was a hospital.

Looking at the unresponsive doctor, Mr. Serre could only sigh, "Come on."

Ten minutes later, he returned to the office. His secretary stood there in fear, not knowing what to do. When he was about to enter the office, she explained, "They didn't let me call the police!"

Mr. Seray glanced at him and closed the office door.

Then he sat in the chair for a while, and then called Jordan.

"It's me, Sere."

"Hi, my dear brother, is there anything your brother Jordan can do for you?", his voice was filled with a sense of lightness.

As a high-ranking member of the Angels of Death, the fact that he has survived to this day is already a great achievement.

He just had to wait a few more years and then retire from the gang and he could enjoy the rest of his time.

However, it is very likely that he will not retire. It is not because he loves the power in his hands, but because he does not like that kind of peaceful life.

Gun smoke, liquor, and robbing trucks on the interstate on motorcycles...

That is the life that a man, a knight, most desires!
"I'm hurt, brother, I need you!"

Jordan's voice suddenly became serious. The more he was in a position like this, the more he cared about those feelings that were not mixed with other interests.

Of the friends from high school who have stayed together till today, only Serai is the only one, and even then he is the only one who has stayed together for such a long time.

He didn't want to lose this friend and brother, so he had to do something.

"What's wrong? What do you need from me?"

Mr. Serey's eyes were red. "There is a company called... Wanli Films. They stole 600,000 from me and... cut off my little finger."

"Gift crab!"

"Stay there, I'll be right there!"

Jordan hung up the phone immediately. Mr. Serre knew this would be the result and didn't care at all.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the sound of a motorcycle and a car braking were heard at the door.

A guy who looked very free rushed upstairs and pushed open the office door. He looked around vigilantly and finally his eyes fell on Mr. Serre.

He strode over, took a look at the wound on his face and the bandage on his hand that was still oozing blood, and slammed his fist on the table.

"Fuck! Where are they?"

Mr. Seray shook his head. “I don’t know where they went, but I know they are from Wanli Pictures.”

"Their head office is in Jingang City!"

Jordan paced back and forth a few steps. He did not immediately answer Mr. Seray whether he would go so far to avenge him.

This kind of thinking and weighing lasted for twenty or thirty seconds. Finally, he walked around the table and came to Mr. Serre's side. He grabbed the back of Mr. Serre's neck with his hand and put his forehead against his forehead. "I will go there for you. We are brothers!"

Mr. Sere nodded with emotion, "Brother!"

This line of work is dangerous, Jordan knows it, but this is the challenge a man should face!

He believed that he could bring justice to his brother!

The motorcycle and car quickly disappeared from downstairs of the company building, and a young man threw away his cigarette and got into the car.

After a while, he came to Lance's room. "He went to the hospital first, and then returned to the office. Several motorcycles and two cars came behind him. It looked like the Jordan he mentioned."

Lance nodded slightly. Lawn was a little confused. "Why don't we just kill him?"

Lance smiled and said, "I want his fourteen movie theaters, but there has to be a reason."

"If they want revenge, it means they have handed the reason to me. Then when I ask them for the cinema, no one can say anything."

"If this hadn't happened, I would have asked him to transfer the cinema to me. Logically, we have no grounds to stand on."

"Gentlemen, this society seems to have no rules, but the rules are hidden around us."

They would not understand Lance's thoughts. The closer to the top, the more they had to follow the rules. No one likes people or things that are unpredictable. They like people or things that have a track record.

If Lance is a person who understands the rules and follows them, then people won’t be so hostile to him.

"Call Erwin and ask him to pay a little more attention."

"If they pass by, treat these gentlemen who have come from afar well!"

Lance didn't take these little things to heart at all. He spent the whole next morning in boredom. In the afternoon, Tom drove to pick him up.

"Actually, you don't need to bring so many people." Tom glanced at the two cars behind him through the rearview mirror. "This car will be safe in the entire Golden State. No one would be stupid enough to attack this car, so you don't need to worry about your safety at all."

These cars, including the senator's own car, are firmly engraved in the minds of the gangs and law enforcement agencies. They are like bombs that will explode if touched, blowing everyone to pieces.

Lance smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Is the level of imagination high enough?

Isn't it just a brain-opening idea?
The reason why accidents are accidents is that you can never predict when and in what form they will happen to you!

(End of this chapter)