The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 40 If you are not fierce or cruel, why would others be afraid of you?

At the intersection of Duban Street and Washington Street, some people pushed a cart over, and on it were people from Danshan Hall.

Some people from Danshan Hall rushed forward and soon found that most of these people were only hacked and unable to move.

But soon a young man grabbed the wrist of one person, and then grabbed the wrist of another person and took a look.

"Fuck! Fuck him!" The young man cursed immediately, and then checked everyone's wrist with red eyes.

"What's wrong?" Someone immediately noticed that his movements were not right and asked.

"Those bastards cut their tendons!"

"That's too cruel!"

"Not only the tendons of his hands were torn, but also the tendons of his feet!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed color, their hearts felt cold, and a surge of anger surged from their hearts.

As long as he is not chopped to death, he can still be a man after his wounds heal. But if the tendons of his hands and feet are cut, he will be a cripple in the future!

Even walking became a problem, let alone holding chopsticks with both hands.

"Go back and inform Brother Willy and the Hall Master!"

At this time, it was raining heavily. Pedestrians took shelter in shops on the street. There were almost no people on the streets of Lodz.

Many people from Danshan Hall were beaten to death, and some of them were gathered on Duban Street. Most of the people from Danshan Hall on Loz Street were gone.

But even so, Chen Zhengwei and others were noticed after they walked halfway down the street.

A man in his twenties was walking out of a brothel. When he saw a group of people on the street, he was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered something and his face changed.

Then he took a whistle from his pocket and blew it hard.

A shrill whistle sounded from the side. Chen Zhengwei turned his head to take a look, then raised his hand and fired.

boom!
The whistle stopped abruptly, and the man fell directly into the brothel, causing a burst of screams.

Even with the heavy rain blocking the view, the whistles and gunshots penetrated the rain curtain.

"Let's go!" Chen Zhengwei and others quickened their pace and headed straight for the largest casino.

As soon as a few axemen heard the gunshots and rushed out of the casino, they saw Chen Zhengwei and others rushing over. Chen Zhengwei raised his hand and fired two shots, and the two men fell to the ground on the spot.

The rest of the people quickly retreated inside. Chen Zhengwei kicked the door open and an axe flew over.

Chen Zhengwei immediately dodged sideways, and Li Xiwen closed his umbrella and lifted the axe up from bottom to fly away.

Chen Zhengwei fired three more shots, and the two axemen who were rushing over were shot immediately. One of them was shot in the chest but still endured the pain and rushed forward, but was kicked away by Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei put the gun back into his waist, pulled out another gun and rushed in with a few people. When he saw the Axe Man from Danshan Hall, he started shooting.

All the gamblers in the casino hid under the table with their heads in their hands.

With a burst of gunfire, more than a dozen people in the casino fell down.

"If you are not from Danshan Hall, get out!" Chen Zhengwei said, and then several people opened the door, and the gamblers immediately rushed out.

"Pour all the kerosene on them." Chen Zhengwei loaded bullets into his gun while walking inside. He kicked open the room and saw several axemen hiding inside.

Chen Zhengwei raised his hand and shot several people to death. After looking carefully, he found that the leader of Danshan Hall was not there.

And in the back, his men were pouring kerosene into the casino.

"Burn it!" Chen Zhengwei said hatefully. The others immediately pulled down the curtains and the cloth on the gambling table, lit them with a fire starter, and threw them directly into the kerosene.

After waiting for a while, they saw the kerosene was ignited and the fire began to spread. When Chen Zhengwei and others went out, they saw a group of axemen rushing in from the street next to them.

“You still dare to come over?” Chen Zhengwei grinned, and several people opened fire together. With the sound of gunfire, those axemen fell to the ground immediately.

Finally, the remaining people dared not to move forward.

Chen Zhengwei, with a grim smile on his face, made a gesture of wiping his neck at them, and then led his men to retreat.

In fact, at this time, the leader of Danshan Hall, Dayanchang, and his right-hand man Weili were in the teahouse opposite.

Lan Yarong and Fan Shu died on Sullivan Street, and most of the people they brought with them were also injured, which made the two of them feel heartbroken.

However, it didn't take long before he learned that all the survivors had their tendons cut and thrown onto Duban Street. Dayanchang was immediately so angry that his scalp went numb. He never expected that that group of people would cause such great losses and be so cruel.

By this calculation, except for the thirty or so people who ran back, everyone else was killed.

In particular, there are a large number of people whose tendons in their hands and feet have been cut. What should be done with these people?

Before he and Willy could figure out a clue, gunshots rang out downstairs. Chen Zhengwei actually brought his men to kill them directly.

Dayanchang and Willy saw through the window that Chen Zhengwei and his men shot several people to death and then retreated into the rain, while the casino was on fire. Dayanchang covered his chest and felt a sharp pain.

The two of them now just felt that the other party was a hedgehog, and the kind that was very difficult to bite, but they just ran into it head-on.

"Go, put out the fire!" Dayanchang gritted his teeth, his face flushed with anger, his hair standing on end.

The people in the casino are definitely finished. Today, Danshan Hall lost nearly half of its staff, and even the casino was burned down...

The loss is too great and Danshan Hall cannot afford it.

Forget about taking over Sullivan Street. He had to defend his own territory first, or he would lose it.

But this matter is not over yet.

He now hated Chen Zhengwei to the core and wanted to skin him alive.

After giving the order, Dayanchang still felt more and more depressed. He kicked the table over and smashed everything at hand.

……

"Brother Wei!" Everyone else was waiting for Chen Zhengwei and the others to come back in the casino. Everyone was soaked, with wounds and blood on their bodies. When they saw the group coming back, they asked with concern:
"Nothing happened, right?"

"You tell them about it! Damn it, I finally got rid of the anger in my heart. But it's a pity that I didn't catch the leader of Danshan Hall!" Chen Zhengwei cursed.

After Chen Zhenghu boasted about how he and his men rushed into the casino, killed all the people from Danshan Hall, and burned the casino, they were blocked by Danshan Hall on the road when they came out, and another bloody battle ensued.

Chen Zhengwei finally discovered an advantage of Chen Zhenghu. Well, he was quite good at exaggerating and talking in a very exaggerated way, even better than himself.

"Everyone has worked hard tonight. Although we have paid a heavy price, no one should dare to attack us in the short term!" Chen Zhengwei said to everyone.

Danshantang was beaten so badly that others might not dare to intervene.

This was also the reason why he had his men cut the tendons of all the people in Danshan Hall, and the reason why he led his men to attack the territory of Danshan Hall again.

Not just to vent anger.

If you are not fierce or cruel, how can others be afraid of you?

Others treat you as a soft persimmon!

Fight a few more battles, and even if you are a tiger, you will be beaten into a wounded tiger or even dead.

Nowadays, if others want to take advantage of you, they have to think about it first!

"For the disabled brothers, in addition to the 20 yuan each, they will be arranged to work in casinos and other places in the future to ensure that they have money to spend every month, and they can get at least yuan!"

Chen Zhengwei announced again.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's morale suddenly rose and they all felt relieved.

They all have only a poor life left, with nothing but a little strength. If they can get rich, it would be worth dying for.

I’m afraid I’ll be half dead, which would be worse than death.

"For those who died, I'll have the guild send resettlement fees to their families. For the rest, come to me to collect the money!"

Chen Zhengwei is never stingy when it comes to spending money.

As the saying goes, there is always a brave man under a big reward. Even if he has to spend money, he will make others dare to fight.

Chen Zhengwei returned to the office and took out all the money in the cabinet and distributed it to each person one by one. In this time, more than 3000 yuan was distributed. Of course, he would send yuan of it as resettlement fee to their families through the association.

Chen Zhengwei kept Li Xiwen and gave him thirty yuan.

This silly boy was lucky, he didn't even get hurt. You know, in a street fight, it's not about how good your fists and feet are.

No matter how strong you are, you may be killed by an axe that flies from nowhere.

"Senior Brother, I..." Li Xiwen looked hesitant.

"Junior brother, have you ever been to Chinatown?" Chen Zhengwei asked directly.

Li Xiwen nodded, not knowing why Chen Zhengwei brought up this matter.

"In the eyes of those foreigners, we Chinese are worse than dogs!"

"Look at what these people in Chinatown are doing. They are bullying their own people, trafficking people, selling opium, and tens of thousands of Chinese are all in disarray. If this continues, in another ten or twenty years, there will be no place for us Chinese to stand in San Francisco!"

"So someone must change the current situation. In order to stop all Chinese people in the United States from being oppressed, someone must lead Chinese people abroad and take back the status that we Chinese deserve."

Li Xiwen's expression began to change.

"So, Chinatown must have only one voice!" Chen Zhengwei continued.

"Halls like Heshun Hall and Danshan Hall deserve to die. Even if they didn't attack me today, I would still destroy them! Do you understand?"

Although Li Xiwen is young, he has a bit of a bad temper and is soft-hearted.

Chen Zhengwei knew that with someone like Li Xiwen, just talking about money might not work.

We also need to talk about some ideals.

Talk about money when it is time to talk about money, talk about ideals when it is time to talk about ideals, and talk about justice when it is time to talk about justice.

Of course, the final right of interpretation belongs to him.

Li Xiwen was silent for a moment, and his eyes began to brighten.

"Do you know why I'm telling you this? I don't tell anyone else." After seeing his expression change, Chen Zhengwei lit a cigarette and took a deep puff before asking.

"why?"

"Because you are still energetic, but they just want to have enough food and clothes and live a good life!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

Because every young person has ambitions in his heart and fantasies about the world.

Even if they have not been to school and don't know so many profound principles.

Chen Zhengwei's last sentence suddenly ignited something in Li Xiwen's heart.

He smiled shyly, then took the thirty yuan from Chen Zhengwei, counted it carefully, then found a piece of oil paper to wrap it and put it close to his body.

He was all wet now and was afraid of getting the money wet.

Chen Zhengwei was in a good mood after he took care of his personal bodyguard.

The rain outside began to stop gradually.

However, after Li Xiwen left, Chen Zhengwei calculated that he only had more than 4,000 yuan left, and his mood immediately became bad.

Fortunately, I should go to the guild hall for a meeting tomorrow. By then, I can get the cigarette factory and the two grocery stores, which will be another source of income.

(End of this chapter)