The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 342 Don't panic, it's just a personal grudge (please vote at the beginning of the month!)
These gang leaders have complicated feelings towards Chen Zhengwei. On the one hand, Chen Zhengwei's brutality is frightening.

Even these gang leaders were afraid of Chen Zhengwei's brutality.

On the other hand, Chen Zhengwei allowed them to see more things and a greater future.

This Chinese man's vision and methods, as well as his ferocity, are far beyond that of ordinary people.

It's not just the Disciplinary Committee, but also what Chen Zhengwei is saying that makes them begin to gradually understand the rules of the United States.

It seems simple, but due to the limitation of their vision and no one telling them, they may not realize it or figure it out for a long time.

Sometimes they all feel that Chen Zhengwei is more like a politician than a gang boss.

"Do you know why I am telling you all this?" Chen Zhengwei picked up the whiskey and took a sip, saying lazily.

"I don't know!" Several people shook their heads.

"Because I think you are not that stupid, you have some brains!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

"Your old ways won't work! If you want to do business in the United States, you have to play by American rules! And they can't be the bottom-level rules!"

"The bottom will always be the bottom!"

"Pattern, do you know? If you want to expand your business, you must have a pattern! Look at me, I have a pattern!"

The meeting that day ended hastily, and he asked people to collect information on these gang leaders and delayed meeting them for several days.

“I didn’t expect that I have to study to join a gang!” Marcelo said with a smile after taking note of Chen Zhengwei’s words.

"If you don't study, you will be a gangster all your life!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

Several people nodded.

"Let's eat. My mouth is dry just from talking!" Chen Zhengwei waved for the hotel restaurant to serve the dishes.

Being a mentor in the development of modern gang organizations made Chen Zhengwei feel good and his appetite improved a lot.

……

Lake Michigan.

"It's been fished out!" A group of agents looked at the corpse dragged out of the lake, and their faces all looked unhappy, mainly because the thing was too ugly.

Aaron took a look, cursed, turned around and left.

Although he had seen many dead bodies...he had even created quite a few with his own hands.

But the fresh ones are completely different from the ones that have been soaked in water for a week.

Even after they pointed out the location, it took these agents several days to recover the body.

Of course, there were some other gains during the period, such as other corpses and severed limbs... or some other miscellaneous things.

"Please confirm the identity of the body. If it is Mr. Isaac G. Jones, notify his family!" Sheriff Durant took a look and hid far away.

Soon, the body was identified.

Isaac G. Jones' family also received the notice and came to the investigation bureau crying to claim the body.

Soon, Isaac G. Jones' funeral was held and he was buried. Many wealthy businessmen and politicians from Chicago attended the funeral. They watched the coffin being buried with expressionless faces.

They had heard something about it.

They could attend Isaac G. Jones's funeral for the sake of courtesy or for show, but not to avenge him.

After the funeral, Gordon straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and came to a woman in her thirties who was wearing black clothes and a black veil under her hat.

"Mrs. Jones, there's something I want to talk to you about!"

"About the Tremont Hotel!"

The manager of the Tremont Hotel not far away heard this and his face suddenly changed.

Dozens of meters away, Joseph Medel watched Gordon walk to Jones's wife, frowned, and then got into the carriage.

There were some newly bought newspapers on the car seat.

"Several girls were rescued from the basement of the Pinkerton Detective Agency!"

"Congressman Logan jumped out of the window of a wealthy man's house late at night!"

"Cunning Chinese!" Joseph Medel threw the newspaper aside in annoyance after seeing the headline.

These past few days, the newspapers were full of news about the bloody incident that day. At first, he didn't take it seriously. He could tell at a glance that the news was all fake.

However, things soon went wrong.

In the next few days, the headlines of various newspapers were filled with all kinds of bizarre speculations and reports about the bloody case.

At first, people were very concerned, but after watching it many times, they began to treat it as a form of entertainment.

And recently there have been a lot of gossips about various celebrities and politicians, which are what ordinary people like to watch most after dinner.

As a result, the public's attention to the previous bloody incident has been greatly reduced.

In addition, two small newspaper offices caught fire late at night and the entire newspaper office was burned down.

Even the editor-in-chief of one of the newspapers disappeared.

Joseph Medel was very sure that this was the action of the Chinese man.

This made him realize one very important thing: the Chinese man wanted to deal with him, so he did all this!

Joseph Medel felt that his collar was a little tight, like a rope around his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe. He pulled it hard and felt a little more comfortable.

"But do you think this is enough?" Joseph Medel said fiercely in a low voice.

He believed that the news he had was explosive enough and true enough. He had also recently asked people to collect information on Chen Zhengwei.

As long as the evidence in his hands is released, it will definitely cause a sensation.

In addition, he has asked someone to send a letter to the military, as well as photos of the scene. He believes that the military will definitely be interested.

As long as the military personnel come to Chicago, he can release all the evidence in his hands, and then the Chinese person will immediately become the target of public criticism.

And he didn't have time to target himself anymore.

He went over the entire plan in his mind and made sure there were no problems, then he felt more comfortable.

The brutal methods used by the Chinese man put too much pressure on him.

After returning to his office, Joseph Medel asked his assistant, "Is the afternoon speech arranged?"

"Yes! There will be thousands of people participating!" said Joseph Medel's assistant.

"I'll take a rest for a while!" Joseph Medel nodded.

These days he tried to keep himself in crowded places, under everyone's attention.

This will make the Chinese person wary.

There was no way he would do anything to me in public.

"Shit!" Joseph Medel, leaning on the sofa, cursed and then closed his eyes to rest.

In the afternoon, Joseph Medel came to Grant Park. A lot of people had gathered there, half of whom were his supporters, a small number were passers-by, and some were hired actors.

These people were holding banners in support of him, and the situation at the scene was very lively.

In the distance, Chen Zhengwei sat on a stone chair basking in the sun, watching Joseph Medel giving a speech on the stage in the distance. From this position, he could hear nothing.

However, you can still hear some enthusiastic slogans occasionally.

"The weather in Chicago is much better than that in San Francisco!" Chen Zhengwei exclaimed while wearing sunglasses.

“There’s a lot more pollution!”

The air here is filled with black ash from burning coal.

It rained that day, and people who were caught in the rain had their faces covered in red.

"Boss!" Poland, with a big belly, sat not far from Chen Zhengwei and asked with his head slightly tilted.

"Not here!" Chen Zhengwei waved his hand.

"I came here just to bask in the sun today!"

Chen Zhengwei rarely had the mood to come out and bask in the sun, and he didn't want to disturb his mood.

"You should lose weight! I remember you weren't this fat when you were with me! You won't be able to escape if someone chases you like this!" Chen Zhengwei reached out and patted Poland's belly, which immediately became turbulent.

"I will get fat no matter how much I eat!" said Big Poland in distress.

He was not thin to begin with, so his nickname was Big Poland.

But now I'm fatter.

"Tomorrow I'll have someone get a few hunting dogs, the kind that have bitten people to death. You'll definitely run fast! You'll lose weight after running for half a month!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

"Boss, please forgive me!" Dapolon smiled bitterly.

A little later, until Joseph Medel's speech ended, he left with his people.

Chen Zhengwei smiled as he watched his supporters holding banners walk past him.

I have to say, this guy is quite capable.

After all, he was mayor once and led the reconstruction of Chicago after the fire.

Later, Green came to Chen Zhengwei and nodded at him: "Boss, he is in the restaurant, having dinner with a rich man."

"Let's go!" Chen Zhengwei stood up with a smile, stretched himself, and walked out with a swagger.

Dozens of young men who were scattered around followed him.

Chen Zhengwei got on the carriage and arrived at the door of a restaurant.

A trooper came trotting over to the carriage window and said, "Brother Wei, he's inside!"

Chen Zhengwei pushed open the door of the carriage and stepped out. Dozens of young men in gentleman's suits and with fierce looks also got out of the carriages in front and behind.

Chen Zhengwei strode into the restaurant, pushed open the door and glanced around, then he saw Joseph Medel sitting against the wall.

At this moment, he was looking at himself, and then his face changed drastically, full of surprise and panic.

"Sir!" A waiter came over and was pushed away by the thug.

Chen Zhengwei reached out and took a baseball bat from the henchman, then walked towards Joseph Medel.

"China Chen, what are you doing? This is a public place!" Joseph Medel stood up hurriedly.

"Don't panic, it's just a personal grudge!" Chen Zhengwei said to the guests around him with a smile.

This is an upscale restaurant, and the people who eat here are all well-dressed and wealthy people.

They all looked at Chen Zhengwei and his group in silence.

After Chen Zhengwei finished speaking, he retracted his gaze, put on a cruel smile, swung the baseball bat, and hit Joseph Medel in the face with a sound of breaking through the air.

With a dull crash, Joseph's face began to twist and deform, his teeth spurted out along with blood, and he knocked over the chair and the table behind him and fell heavily to the ground.

(End of this chapter)