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Chapter 167 "Do you think I'm here to negotiate with you?" (Seeking monthly votes)
Bump suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting sharply.

At the end of the long table a few meters away, the seat that was empty just seconds ago now has a person in it.

A man whose story was played on repeat in the news all day.

"Rorschach Butcher".

Bump's lips trembled uncontrollably.

"What, you've heard of me too?"

Rorschach casually placed the Remington on the table, picked up a silver knife and fork, and slowly forked a few pieces of roast meat and potatoes from the central plate.

“Rorschach.” Bump glanced at his family members who were frozen in fear, and explained with a forced smile, “It’s all a misunderstanding. I didn’t know Miss Ginny was your friend.”

Even though the other person was just sitting there quietly eating, the invisible pressure made Bump break out in a cold sweat.

Rorschach ignored his explanation, first giving Ginny a reassuring smile in the corner, and then continuing to enjoy his steak.

He was in such a rush tonight that he didn't even have time for dinner, so this was a good opportunity to fill his stomach.

This was actually his first time dining at a hotel in mainland China, and the cooking was indeed quite good.

Seeing Rorschach remain noncommittal, Bump narrowed his eyes and continued, "You've surely taught James the lesson he deserved for offending Miss Ginny. Miss Ginny is unharmed here; you can ask her yourself if you don't believe me. Neither the Harlem Gang nor I harbor any hostility towards you."

"I know you just ravaged my business, but that can be considered an apology. As long as you calm down, everything is negotiable."

Finally, he emphasized, "I really didn't know Miss Ginny was your friend, please believe me."

Rorschach slowly put down his knife and fork, and looked up at the burly black godfather across from him.

Besides fear, those eyes also held an undisguised resentment.

"What if it wasn't Ginny who was tied up tonight?" he asked casually.

Bump was momentarily speechless, but Rorschach pressed on, "What if he's just an ordinary policeman? A lowly patrolman who refuses to take bribes and only wants to stick to his post?"

Bump paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Of course I'll release them. I just want to make money peacefully, I'm not an executioner."

"Hahaha"

Luo Xia suddenly laughed sarcastically and shook his head, saying, "Look at you, you're about to die, and you still have to pretend to be kind."

Bump took a deep breath and stopped talking nonsense.

He pulled out his checkbook from his pocket and said bluntly, "Your friend is unharmed and can be taken away anytime. I can overlook the fact that you took over my territory. And—"

With a "whoosh," he tore off a check and slammed it on the table.

"Eight million dollars!"

Ignoring his wife's disapproving look, Bump gritted his teeth and said, "Just pretend you never saw us tonight, and you can leave with the money and your friend now!"

Seeing that Rorschach remained silent, he added, "I've shown you enough sincerity! Don't forget that although I'm being hunted by the CTU and FBI, I have plenty of clean money in the bank. I can put up an exorbitant bounty at any time in a mainland hotel!"

By the end, the gangster godfather's chest heaved violently, unable to conceal his pent-up frustration.

Normally, being hunted down by Rorschach wouldn't be a big deal.

With hundreds of gunmen and a net worth of hundreds of millions, Harlem has guns, money, and henchmen. Although being targeted by terrorists is a troublesome situation, it is by no means insurmountable.

But now his gang is being swept up by the federal government, and he has nothing left but money.

All they could do was hope to use money to get rid of this jinx in front of them.

Winston, standing nearby, chimed in, "Mr. Butcher, based on my understanding of Bump, he is genuinely sincere in apologizing and negotiating with you. If you're worried that his checks might bounce, our hotel can help you exchange them for cash without any problem."

However, Rorschach didn't even glance at the check. He slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin, his eyes fixed on the thick, impenetrable black fog above Bump's head.

Under the watchful eye of judgment, this signifies heinous crimes, countless blood debts on one's hands, requiring no trial and immediate execution!
“Brother, there’s something I’ve been wondering about.” He suddenly spoke up.

“What?” Bump frowned.

Rorschach lit a cigarette and said calmly, "What exactly makes you think I'm here to negotiate?"

As he spoke, he took out two buckshot bullets and prepared to load them.

Winston's expression changed drastically. Ignoring the Bump family's reaction, he hurriedly tried to dissuade them: "Mr. Butcher! Please give me some face! They'll be leaving at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and you can do whatever you want with them then. But there absolutely cannot be any bloodshed in the hotel tonight!"

His gaze swept quickly to the corner—where an Italian-looking man sat, elegantly enjoying his dinner, seemingly oblivious to the commotion.

Whether the persuasion worked or not, Rorschach actually put away his bullets.

But just as Winston breathed a sigh of relief, Rorschach calmly said:

"I almost forgot, it was already loaded when we came in."

Before he could finish speaking, Remington on the table had already raised his gun.

Bump, sitting opposite, already had his hand on the pistol under the table.

If it weren't for the rules of the Mainland Hotel, he would have already taken advantage of Luo Xia's distraction to strike first. Now that the other party is ignoring the rules of the Mainland Hotel, he has no choice but to fight to the death.

Just at this critical moment, another voice came from the corner, trying to dissuade them.

Unlike Winston, this man's tone made Rorschach frown in annoyance.

"I advise you to put down your gun if you don't want to die."

Santino elegantly wiped his mouth, then arrogantly looked at Rorschach. "This is the Continental Hotel of the High Table. No one is allowed to use force here. Violators will face the pursuit of hundreds of thousands of assassins from the High Table!"

He seemed certain that Rorschach wouldn't dare to act rashly, and even made a provocative "please" gesture: "Although I bet you won't dare to shoot after I say these words, you might as well try—I guarantee you won't leave this hotel."

The air inside the restaurant froze instantly.

Winston and Bumper stared intently at Rorschach, silently praying that he wouldn't act impulsively.

After hearing this threat, Luo Xia looked up at the ceiling, sighed deeply, and showed a weary expression.

"Hold"

He smiled to himself.

Luo Xia never expected that, given what he had done in the past six months, someone would dare to threaten him like this.

"Looks like I was so busy slaughtering the Federation's lackeys that I forgot to clean up the mess along the way, letting you rats from the gutter dare to swagger in front of me!"

He shook his head helplessly, then suddenly raised his gun and fired!

“Bang! Bang!!”

The heads of the two Harlem gang gunmen who were holding Ginny hostage exploded, splattering blood onto Santino's impeccably tailored suit.

Before the Italian could react, another shot rang out!
His right leg was severed below the knee!
"what--!!"

One second Santino was still putting on a gentlemanly demeanor, but now he was screaming and howling in agony while clutching his mangled limbs.

At that moment, Rorschach's icy voice rang out:

"Want to keep gambling? Betting that the next shot will blow your head off?"

(End of this chapter)