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Chapter 219 Don't Cut My Braids (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Inside the room, the Golden-Chained Black Man and the Money Rat Tail, who had been shouting, opened their mouths wide but couldn't utter a sound.

Even Thor stared wide-eyed, looking at everything in disbelief.

The entire apartment fell silent instantly.

What on earth is going on?!

Marcus, that guy with muscles as big as a mountain, knelt before the dark-haired, dark-eyed man like a child who had done something wrong.

He even shrank back slightly, clearly showing deep fear.

The dozen or so members of the Tumor Gang who had come in with Marcus were also stunned and clearly bewildered, not knowing what had happened.

Wayne looked calmly at Marcus and said slowly, "Marcus, my son, I need your explanation."

Marcus was sweating profusely and felt a chill run down his spine.

He was just released from prison two days ago.

When he received a call from his subordinate saying that the Blood Gang was provoking him, he originally wanted to immediately lead his men to get revenge, since he needed to establish his authority again after just being released from prison.

But to their surprise, when they arrived in such a menacing manner, they found Wayne sitting upright in a chair inside the house.

Wayne was clearly not one of their gang members, so he must be one of the opposing side.

Others may not fully understand just how terrifying Wayne is, but he, a prisoner in King County Jail, knows it best.

The title of "prison warden" isn't something you can just earn by virtue of your character.

Those were all earned through real fighting.

Not to mention that Wayne truly possesses supernatural powers, something Marcus and his little brother have personally experienced!

The reason Marcus didn't go to Wayne immediately after being released from prison was because he had been spending the last few days in Aurora Street, trying to feel his little brother standing up again.

Even if it only lasts for a minute, at least it's actually usable.

It doesn't matter how big or small a man is, as long as he can tremble.

Godfather Wayne can grant him abilities, and he can also take them back.

Therefore, Marcus felt an instinctive fear when facing the man in front of him.

Like a child fearing his strict father.

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Marcus was momentarily at a loss for words: "Godfather, I—"

Then he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself four times across the face.

Then, with a whoosh, he stood up like a rampaging beast, walked up to the black man with the gold chain, grabbed him by the neck amidst the man's fearful gaze, and punched him in the face.

"Leon, you fucking blind nigger, you disrespect my father! This is the job you took behind my back?! To offend my godfather?! Why the hell didn't you take the job of assassinating me?!"

Marcus landed a few punches, and instantly Leon's face was torn open, bloody and mangled, with his eyeballs almost popping out.

Leon wailed, "I'm sorry, Boss Marcus! I—I didn't know this was your godfather—I'm sorry! Please accept my apology—"

"I'll never do it again! I just got a job teaching some Asian kid a lesson, I didn't know he was your godfather!"

He never imagined that Marcus, known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, would have a godfather.

And judging from Marcus's appearance, he was practically in tears in front of this godfather.

What a terrible mess he's made!

Marcus gave his men a thorough beating, then walked over to the other Li Gang members and proceeded to punch and kick them until they were crying for their parents. Only then did he return to Wayne, kneeling down again with a thud, and say, "Godfather, please forgive my neglect of discipline and for offending your authority. Please believe me, I knew nothing about these things from beginning to end—"

"If I had known from the beginning that this matter involved you, I would have immediately apologized to you—"

As he spoke, tears streamed down his face. He crawled forward on his knees, grabbed Wayne's hand, kissed Wayne's ring, and then placed Wayne's hand on his head.

Like a child longing for a father's love.

This scene horrified the lame gang members present.

This is Marcus, who is known as "the robot," and he's practically as solid as a block of iron.

When have you ever been this afraid?

He looked so scared he was about to jump off a building and commit suicide.

Thor's eyes widened, his face contorted with rage, as he cursed, "You fucking Marcus, you shameless nigger! This is my godfather! I'm his favorite godson, and Godfather Wayne is coming over for dinner tonight. My mom's already preparing a traditional black barbecue! You'd better get out of here!"

Why the hell does every black guy have to fight him for his father?

Marcus shrank back against Wayne's knees, looking frightened, like a child who had been wronged but dared not fight back.

Wayne said calmly, "Marcus, there's no need for that. Now that you're out of prison, you're the leader of the Sick Gang. Everything that happened in prison is in the past."

Marcus understood that his godfather was still angry with him, and quickly explained, "Godfather Wayne, I'm sorry—I—because of your grace, after being released from prison, I really wanted—really wanted to prove myself—so I've been dating these past few days—"

Having one-time, paid relationships on Aurora Avenue.

Dad, it's not that your son is unfilial, it's just that I'm really bursting with pent-up frustration.

"I was hoping to see you in the best possible condition, but I never expected something like this to happen—" Marcus said sincerely, his face full of pleading for forgiveness.

Wayne sighed and said, "Marcus, my son, this is not your fault. Get up."

Marcus breathed a sigh of relief, his face beaming with the joy of surviving a close call, and quickly stood up.

He then walked up to his men, whose faces were bruised and swollen from the beating, and said viciously, "You idiots, do you think I went too far? If I hadn't arrived in time, you'd all be corpses in the morgue by now!"

The men who had been beaten up did indeed look resentful, especially the leader, the black man with the gold chain.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door. Jett and Taylor appeared in the doorway, carrying automatic rifles, their faces grim. They nodded to Wayne and said, "Sir."

They were originally on guard outside, but when they saw so many people suddenly come in, they immediately came to ask for instructions.

Wayne waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

The two immediately retreated again, clearly to continue their covert surveillance.

Seeing these two men who were clearly professional soldiers, the beaten-up members of the Golden Chain Black Gang and others completely deflated and drooped their heads.

It turns out that what Marcus, the boss, said was true.

If a real conflict had broken out, and the other side had simply opened fire with automatic rifles from outside, those few men wouldn't have been able to withstand more than a few shots.

The black man with the gold chain quickly looked up at Marcus and said, "Boss Marcus, I—I didn't mean to hide it from you—it was just a small job to teach that Asian kid a lesson, I just felt it wasn't necessary—it's all because of this guy—"

As he spoke, he pointed to the dumbfounded Money Rat Tail standing to the side.

Everyone in the room immediately looked up at the money rat.

The money rat opened its mouth, its brain racing, unable to process what was happening before its eyes for a moment.

He then turned sharply to Wayne and said, "Sir, Alex—how much did Alex pay? I—we can pay double!"

By this time, he had realized that the gang leader Alex had found was far more powerful than the leader of the Tumor Gang he had found.

The other party is even the godfather of the leader of the Sick Gang!

That damn Alex is so cunning, he actually found the mob boss a long time ago!

However, he also knew that these gangsters were primarily interested in money.

Regardless, he has an organization behind him that is far beyond what an individual like Alex can match.

He could also offer more money to bribe the other party.

Wayne shook his head slightly and said, "Alex is my friend."

Money Rat Tail was stunned. Before he could say anything more, there was a loud "smack." Marcus slapped him so hard that he saw stars and spun around on the spot, a tooth flying out of his mouth.

Money Rat Tail covered his face and shrank into a corner. Looking at the several burly black men from the Sick Gang who were surrounding him, he stammered, "You—what do you want? I—I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police!"

The black man with the gold chain grinned and said, "You fucking rat-like bitch, you almost made me lay a hand on Marcus's godfather. Go ahead and call the police, let's see if the police get here faster or you get downstairs faster."

Money Rat Tail was startled, then his whole body trembled violently as he instantly understood what the other person meant.

His usual ingratiating smile reappeared on his face as he said, "I'm sorry, I—it's all a misunderstanding. I'm just someone's employee, it's all a misunderstanding—"

"Bang!" Before he could finish speaking, he was punched in the face by the black man with the gold chain named Leon. His skin was immediately torn open, and blood from his nose and two front teeth came out.

Immediately afterwards, his proud braid was grabbed by the other party.

Then one of the gang members pulled out a switchblade, grinned maliciously, and began to shave his head.

While shaving, he said, "Come on, let's trim the damn branches off this mop."

The money rat struggled desperately, but its neck was already gripped by Leon's arm, and it couldn't move an inch.

All she could do was cry out, "No! Please, please, don't cut my braid! Don't cut my braid!"

His struggles were completely futile, and the gang members burst into laughter.

The blade spun, and the hair was shaved off bit by bit, the braid falling to the ground.

The man with the shaved head and rat-tail seemed to have all his strength drained away. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over, and muttered, "You—you can't do this—cutting off my queue is going to kill me—I am a citizen of the Qing Dynasty—the Prince will not spare me—"

As they were talking, the elevator dinged again in the corridor, followed by the sound of footsteps.

A male voice rang out, speaking in Mandarin: "Hahaha, Brother Shahan, you've done a great service to our Free Citizens' Alliance! This time, we must wipe out that Alex!"

As he spoke, a man in his thirties from Tokyo University, with a parted hairstyle and a face full of acne, appeared at the door with an excited smile on his face.

His smile suddenly froze.