In America, my cousin, Supergirl Kara...

"Sir...please...I'm willing to become your most loyal servant, please let me go just this once."

The black man on the shelf kept wailing, his body trembling like an electric catfish. "I really don't mean to be your enemy. I'll cut off my gang tattoo right now. Please give me a chance."

To save his own life, he'd even cut off his own flesh; it seems the underworld isn't a place for ordinary people. Li Xiao's eyelids narrowed slightly.

"It's too late. Once this work has started, it can't be stopped. Remember in your next life, don't join the Blood Gang."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man grabbed the red headscarf's ribs with both hands and suddenly pulled it to the left and right!

Click!

The white bone fragments spread out in a fan shape to both sides, instantly causing the Blood Gang's upper body to hunch over.

Seemingly not finding the feeling he wanted, the black-masked man casually reached into the abdomen and, in the blink of an eye, tore out Hulila's heart and lungs, inserting them into the bone spurs.

The black man with the red headscarf suddenly pulled, and the lungs hanging on his back expanded and contracted repeatedly.

Moments later, his heart stopped beating, and the Blood Gang member lowered his head and breathed his last.

The gang members erupted in deafening cheers, and Li Xiao felt countless eyes scanning him back and forth, as if they were about to send him to the gallows at the slightest provocation.

"This is the Viking Blood Eagle Punishment, which the Lame Gang borrowed to specifically deal with rival gangs. They've really had terrible luck today, running into these guys."

Kara lowered her head and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. Li Xiao gasped, feeling as if his arm was being pinched raw.

"What's your idea?" Li Xiao asked.

"Bullshit, this is the first time I've ever delivered takeout to the hands of gangsters. Now I can only hope that you'll spare our lives because you managed to steal the food," Kara said, curling her lip.

"What happened?"

"Black Mask" took out a silk scarf to wipe the minced meat off his hands, while the burly black man behind him whispered in his ear.

"Chop off their heads and hang them at the door, so everyone coming and going can see what happens to traitors!"

"Black Mask" picked up a cigar from the table, lit it, and took a deep drag. A white girl stepped out from the crowd and approached him, sucking on the ash like she was sucking on a lollipop without extinguishing the cigarette. He watched Li Xiao and the other person with great interest.

"Was it you who stopped those two traitors? I think I wrote on the takeout that it had to be delivered to me personally. You broke the rules. Take them away and shoot them."

"I helped you recover your losses..." Before Li Xiao could continue speaking, Kara had already pulled him behind her.

"Sir, we are very sorry. This was our oversight. He is just a child and doesn't know any rules. Please don't take offense. We are willing to compensate you for your loss. Please name your price."

"Let him speak!"

"Black Mask" stared at Kara with a calm expression, but the threat was obvious. Li Xiao gently pushed Kara aside and decided to try a different approach.

"Who's Tony?"

Li Xiao blurted out a sentence out of the blue, and after a moment of silence, a young man wearing a nose ring stepped forward.

My name is Tony.

"very good"

Li Xiao nodded and asked again:

"Quesse?"

The man in black mask's expression changed. How did he know his name?

"I am Quesse Hain."

Indeed, the world is a giant makeshift operation, full of traitors and betrayals...

His original intention was to use the leverage he had to his advantage, to exploit internal conflicts to discourage Quese from his plan to intimidate him. If he really wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't have said so much nonsense.

But if you announce to so many people right now that you've been cheated on, you might actually get shot in the back.

"Mr. Quese, would it be convenient for you to come over and talk? This matter concerns you."

Li Xiao lowered his voice deliberately, his expression mysterious.

Quesser was a little confused, but the menacing "Black Mask" wouldn't show any fear in front of his men, and he strode over.

Li Xiao leaned close to Quese's ear and whispered, "Tony is having an affair with your wife. They were in bed together just half an hour ago. If I'm not mistaken, he might still smell like your wife on him."

Almost everyone in America uses aromatherapy; that last sentence wasn't just Li Xiao making things up.

"Snapped!"

The wine glass slammed to the ground, and Queser's eyes flashed with a terrifying glint as he stared intently at Li Xiao.

"Fuck! You're fucking asking for it!"

He reached for his waist, clearly to draw his gun.

Reaching out and pressing down on Queser's hand, Li Xiao said calmly, "Why would I lie to you? My life is in your hands, there's no benefit for me in playing you." Then he let go of her hand.

"Black Mask" took a deep breath, and in the blink of an eye, he had regained his composure. He beckoned to one of his trusted men.

He was a short, Latino young man who, after receiving instructions from Quesce, immediately jogged away.

"Tony, come here."

Quese called out expressionlessly, and Tony's expression changed slightly and his steps slowed. Quese took in this scene and sniffed the air without making a sound.

Sure enough, it had a faint violet scent, which was his wife's favorite Chanel fragrance, costing nearly $10000 a bottle.

Quesser's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he instantly believed 80% of what Li Xiao said!

Time flew by, and soon the confidant returned to the basketball court. After hesitating for a moment, he truthfully told Quese the news.

"Fuck you, Tony!"

After confirming that Tony had slept with his wife, Queser was trembling with rage. He never expected that Tony would clear the way for him the moment he stepped out the door; it was as if Tony didn't treat him like a human being at all.

Quesser suddenly pulled out his revolver from his waist and fired hard at Thoth's head.

The bullet entered Tony's eye socket, spraying a large amount of blood on the back of his head, and even blowing off his skull. Tony died instantly.

This action stunned the surrounding members. Why would their boss suddenly shoot one of their own?

How about we kill this brat too?

The thought suddenly popped into Queser's mind, and he couldn't suppress it. It was best that no one knew about such a shameful thing, not even his confidants.

But he quickly dismissed the idea. The fact that this guy could so confidently reveal his dirty secrets was enough to prove that he had a backup plan.

What if he has a backup of his wife's affair at home, and he takes action himself, causing the video to spread online...?

A mole!

There must be other moles within the gang, otherwise how would outsiders have known this news?

"Thank you, kid. You've successfully helped me find and root out the gang's maggots."

Quesser's eyes darted around, and he forced a hearty smile onto his face, as if he had no grudges at all.

He turned around and shouted to the astonished crowd, "This young man exposed the Bloods' conspiracy for me! Tony is the mole, he came here specifically to steal information from the Cripples!"

The members, who were initially terrified, were instantly replaced by anger, shouting and banging on the sky, wishing they could immediately bring their men to merge with the Blood Gang and Bloodfire.

Li Xiao concealed the strange look in his eyes. Quesai had clearly wanted to make a move, but for some reason gave up.

"A treacherous jackal," Li Xiao thought to himself.

"Well then, Mr. Quese, could you please settle the tip? After all, my sister and I have come all this way and we need to eat too. Don't worry, I'll keep this secret to myself."

Li Xiao decided to ask Queseso ​​for a tip anyway, as it concerned his mission, and the guy didn't seem to be planning to give up.

"Yes, you're right, a tip...yes, I should tip you. By the way, young man, may I ask your name?"

Quesser took out his phone and swiped a few times. At the same time, Carla's phone rang. She opened the app and saw that the order was completed, with a tip of $6000.

From Kara's surprised expression, Li Xiao could roughly guess that Quese had given a lot, which was probably money to keep quiet.

"My name is Connor. Thank you for your generosity, sir."

Li Xiao made it up on the spot, and naturally he wouldn't reveal his real name.

"Great, Connor, are you interested in participating in an underground boxing match?" Quese casually put his arm around Li Xiao's shoulder, his tone as enthusiastic as if he were having a heart-to-heart talk with a close friend. "There's a $2000 bonus for winning a match. I heard from my men that you have superb fighting skills. It's a waste of your talent to be a delivery driver. Judging from how easily you took down those two traitors, earning this money won't be difficult. Oh, and here, take this as a small token of my appreciation."

Before Li Xiao could refuse, Quesai smiled and slipped a business card and a ring into the brim of his hoodie. Then, he thoughtfully untied and smoothed out Li Xiao's mask before putting it on him himself.

"Go back and think it over carefully. I'll be waiting for your reply in five days. I hope you won't disappoint me."