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Then?

Hearing Du Wei's calm answer, the King of Bowery Street fell into silence again.

Then shouldn't Du Wei keep complimenting himself after hearing that he was defying the authority of the judge, saying something like not being afraid of power?

Then he could use a charity-like gesture to ask Du Wei to join him in fighting against the Judge.

After all, Du Wei had invited him earlier to massacre the people of Decima Technology, which was an industry owned by the Camorra family.

Compared with his behavior of helping John, Duwei's behavior is the one who should be judged more.

So it is Du Wei who should be worried now, and it should be Du Wei who needs to find a strong backer.

Isn't this how things should turn out?

So where did the compliment go?

This Du Wei doesn't play by the rules.

Since Du Wei didn't answer, how could he naturally transition his words to asking Du Wei to work for him?

After all, Du Wei has a big killer weapon in his hands.

That killer weapon can threaten the King of Bowery, and it can also threaten the Judge.

After racking his brains for a long time, the King of Bowery Street finally decided to start the topic from another aspect:

“The judge breaks into other people’s homes without permission and makes them give up their homes.

Don't you think her behavior is outrageous?

So I am very angry now, and I want to use the fire of my anger to spread over this high table!

Just like you thought at first!

Now I am willing to give you this opportunity to follow me and fight towards the high table together!

Are you ready? Duwei!"

Listening to the King of Bowery's high-sounding reasons, Du Wei's face remained unmoved at all. While he was playing with this thing by inciting words, the King of Bowery was still homeless in the alley.

So Du Wei just calmly uttered three words:

"I reject."

The rejection of the offer immediately displeased the King of Bowery.

He couldn't think of a reason why Du Wei refused to cooperate with him.

It was obvious that when Du Wei visited last time, he meant to deal with the high table.

Now that the opportunity was placed in front of him, why didn't he accept it?

The King of Bowery on the other end of the phone frowned, not understanding the difference between this time and the last time.

Finally he asked the classic three words:

"Why?"

Hearing these three words, a smile appeared on Du Wei's lips.

The King of Bowery is simply too confident.

He always thinks that he is the one who should be followed.

Therefore, there is a sense of arrogance in his words.

Little did he know that what Du Wei wanted was not to be someone else's wage earner, but to let others become his own wage earner.

If the King of Bowery didn't understand this, they would never be able to come to terms with each other.

But it doesn't matter, the King of Bowery will understand this sooner or later.

Now...

"Because the judge is looking for you, not me, and the judge and I have no grievances.

There’s no need to cause trouble for yourself, right?”

No injustice or hatred?

The King of Bowery Street sneered, this Du Wei can really tell lies with his eyes open.

Du Wei may have forgotten what he said on the rooftop full of pigeon cages.

Fortunately, he, the King of Bowery Street, was cautious and had already prepared for this. This was also the final trump card he decided to use to persuade Duwei to join him.

The reason why he was useless at first was purely because threatening people was not a method that a king should have.

But now, facing Du Wei, who is out of luck, he can only play this trump card.

"No grievances? You are too naive.

I will be judged just for helping John, but you have destroyed an important pillar of the Camorra family.

Don't rush to deny it, all pigeons have recording devices tied to their feet.

Everything you said that day is stored in the computer.

You know what? The next day I heard some shocking news.

Desima Technology, which is well-known in the New York technology community, was slaughtered overnight.

The method was extremely cruel. All the security personnel and scientific researchers were shot to death!

Do you think this happened by coincidence?

If the judge really launches a judgment against me, my family's great cause will only suffer a few injuries.

But the computer that stores the recording may not be able to be protected.

Do you think that since the judge can trace the clues to me from a 1911 pistol left at the scene?

So after she gets this key recording, can't she find out who made it?

Besides, do you still need me to teach you the truth behind dying lips and cold teeth?

If I fall, no one will be in front to attract your attention!

You think you are safe, but in fact this is just wishful thinking on your part.

When she finds you, you will have no choice but to beg to join my force.

By then, you will understand how merciful I am now, willing to protect you, the guy who once angered the High Table.

So now is your last chance.

Or join me and contribute a small amount of strength to my fight against the forces of the High Table.

Or, just die in that dark rat's nest!"

The King of Bowery Street felt refreshed after speaking the threatening words.

Things have turned around, and now it's finally time for him to threaten Du Wei.

He could even imagine the look on Du Wei's face on the other end of the phone. He must be embarrassed and feeling very embarrassed, right?

He should be made to suffer like this, and then in the end Du Wei had to agree to his request.

After all, the so-called trump card is the trump card that makes the other party have to agree.

He had already tied Du Wei to his chariot, and now he had no choice but to have Du Wei disagree.

Although the means are a bit despicable, the king can still use some special means to win when necessary.

Only the winner has the right to write history, and the loser will only become a corpse.

Can a corpse pick up a pen and say that history is written wrong? Obviously not.

Thinking of this, the King of Bowery couldn't help but smile silently. The huge gap in his front teeth looked like a black hole waiting for someone to fall into the urn.

But the next second, the King of Bowery's smile froze on his face.

"Recording? Haha, it's the 21st century now.

Is it difficult to synthesize a recording?

To put it bluntly, so what if this recording is true?

Isn’t speech free in this country?

I said now that I wanted to assassinate the president, and the president died the next day. Was it me?

It's useless to look at what a person says, you have to look at what he does.

I believe that the discerning judge will judge based on the traces left at the scene that it was John, not me, who killed everyone in Decima Technology Company.

Besides, do you really understand me?

Think about it, can your pigeons all over the city really find me?

Your family's great cause cannot be undone. If you don't want to be judged, you must fight her to the end.

But I am different. As long as I want, I can leave New York at any time and hide in the vast sea of ​​people.

Since you rejected my proposal at the beginning, I can give you a final choice now.

Bow your head before the Judge, and let the damned crown that binds you fall into the dust.

You who are crowned like monkeys have never been the real king, and you who are unwilling to give up this identity can never go any further.

Again, my proposal is valid until you die, think about it carefully, King of Bowery Street."

After saying the last sentence, Du Wei hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the beeping sound from the phone, the King of Bowery Street, holding the phone, fell into deep thought.

He couldn't refute what Du Wei said.

First of all, he is indeed very unfamiliar with Du Wei.

He originally thought that the information he had was enough to understand Du Wei's life.

As a result, after actually seeing Du Wei, he realized that all the information was false!

What about interns, what about brain cancer patients, what about having no friends, it’s all just fart!

Duwei is the most terrifying guy he has ever seen.

Only Du Wei dared to negotiate with him while carrying a highly contagious virus.

Even when the judge came to see him for the first time, he did not come with force, but gave him a choice.

But Du Wei was ready to break up with each other from the beginning.

but!

This Du Wei actually asked him to bow to the judge?

How dare he let a king bow his head to a woman?!

How dare he ask a king to hand over his crown?!!

How dare he use a monkey wearing a crown to describe his throne?!!!

hateful!

It’s so abominable!

Thinking of this, the King of Bowery Street could not help but feel anger welling up in his heart.

His brows were furrowed and his expression was quite ugly.

Even when John came to see him, he had to be respectful and not dare to make any mistakes.

This Du Wei is really too arrogant.

If it weren't for all the 'tactical nuclear bombs' in Du Wei's hands, he wouldn't be so good-tempered and gave Du Wei two chances to join him.

The result was a request to abdicate that was exactly the same as the decision made by the judge?!

"Du! Wei!"

The angry King of Bowery slowly spit out Duwei's name through clenched teeth.

He clutched the phone in his hand tightly, and his white knuckles looked like he was going to crush the phone completely.

Obviously very angry.

Because this damn Du Wei is really right!

In order not to lose the throne on his head, he directly disobeyed the judge's wishes and even made the decision to carry the high table.

Of course, he knew in his heart what the consequences of fighting against the high table would be, so he tried to win over Du Wei, hoping to reverse the decline with the help of the big killer weapon in his hand.

All these irrational decisions were made so that the crown on his head would not fall off!

But it was because Du Wei was right that he became extremely angry!

This feeling of having your chest cut open and looking at your heart naked is really humiliating!

The most important thing is that he can't do anything to Du Wei.

This feeling of powerlessness is even more infuriating than facing the judge.

Facing the judge's decision, he could at least try to fight, but Du Wei, he couldn't even find anyone there!

A depressing atmosphere began to spread in this small room, centered on the King of Bowery Street.

The confidants around him lowered their heads and did not dare to speak after feeling the gloom of the coming storm.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the room, and it was Earl, the guide of the King of Bowery Street.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt the depressing atmosphere.

However, it was his responsibility, so he still bit the bullet and said:

"King, the newly promoted leader of Block 13, Elijah, is here to visit. Do you want to see him?"

Elijah King of Bowery Street has certainly heard of that name.

This is a new kid from Princeton.

With an almost intuitive sense, he seized the opportunity of Vigo's downfall and entered New York.

And quickly formed a cooperative relationship with the Bloody Hands, and used the Bloody Hands to attack the Brotherhood, a local young street gang in New York, thus completely annexing Vigo's territory and becoming the new king of Block 13.

For this neighbor, the King of Bowery Street has long been secretly vigilant.

After all, Elijah, who has a keen sense of opportunity, will not let go of Bowery Street, which is about to be attacked by the High Table Guards.

But now that he is visiting, the meaning behind it is very intriguing.

Could this guy have noticed something?

The King of Bowery quickly lost his anger because of Duwei, and his expression became calm again.

"Let him in."

Soon, Elijah, who only had a scar, was led by Earl to this room that was transparent from north to south and had excellent lighting.

Elijah was attracted by the King of Bowery Street wearing a black silk nightgown almost as soon as he entered the door.

There is no way, except for the King of Bowery Street, the other homeless people are really wearing clothes recycled from the rubbish dump.

In contrast, the existence of the King of Bowery is very prominent.

So after seeing this scene, Elijah understood how accurate Duwei's evaluation of the King of Bowery Street was.

Just as Elijah was looking at the King of Bowery Street, the King of Bowery Street, who was sitting on the wooden throne, looked at the visitor, opened his hands and smiled:

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, look who's here, New York City's upstart, Elijah!

What? What kind of wind brought you here today?"

Elijah stood and smiled:

"I'm not welcome? Then...I'm leaving?"

When the King of Bowery Street heard this, he immediately grinned and said:

"Hahaha, of course you are welcome. Come and give Elijah a seat!"

Following the instructions from the King of Bowery Street, the homeless people who were also standing aside took action.

Soon, a seat pieced together like it was made from parts found in a garbage dump was placed behind Elijah.

Facing the King of Bowery's gaze, Elijah seemed to ignore that it was a crudely made chair and sat on it directly.

The chair immediately made an unbearable creaking sound.

The wooden blocks connected by nails sagged slightly and could break at any time.

But the assembled chair finally supported Elijah's weight and stood stubbornly on the floor.

"To be honest, I came to see you this time purely to satisfy my personal curiosity.

Before I came here, I knew the fame of the King of Bowery had spread throughout New York.

But I am very curious as to why you have been hiding in these 14 blocks.

A king like you should have controlled the entire New York underground.

You have the most eyes and ears in this city, as well as the most loyal believers.

Let me see that you are not the King of Bowery at all, but the King of New York!"

After hearing Elijah's compliment, the King of Bowery Street finally felt the long-lost sense of satisfaction.

This is right, this is the way others should speak to him.

Duwei's tone of voice, as if someone from a superior position was teaching people how to do things, was not as comforting as what Elijah said in front of him.

The King of Bowery Street, who was smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed, relaxed and leaned on the soft seat behind him and said:

"It's a prize, it's a prize.

Speaking of which, if there were no interference from other off-court factors, I think I should be the King of New York.

But I think since you have already belonged to the Blood Hand Sect, you should understand that there is an underground force in this world called the High Table.

They like to support some agents in the city of New York.

Such as you, such as other big and small bosses.

Everyone maintains a fragile balance in New York.

This is why I can have a transcendent status beyond human control.

For this freedom, I would rather guard my own one-third of an acre of land.

That's why I'm still the King of Bowery."

Elijah said with regret on his face:

"Indeed, but I heard that someone is preparing to integrate the underground forces in New York.

In front of this man, if you, the King of Bowery Street, don't come out to resist, I'm afraid none of us will be able to fight back."

The King of Bowery frowned. How come his eyes and ears never gave him any news?

But Leah is famous for her precise sense of smell, so maybe this news is true!

Thinking of this, Elijah couldn't help but ask:

"Is there such a thing?"

Elijah nodded:

"Yes, according to the credible sources I have, Wilson Fisk, who is rooted in Hell's Kitchen, seems to have heard something.

He plans to wipe out all the underground forces in New York in seven days, thereby ascending to the throne of the high table!

But does he really have the strength?"

Wilson?!

Upon hearing this name, the King of Bowery Street's eyes suddenly shrank.

This name is not unfamiliar to him.

If Elijah stole the show in New York with his keen sense of smell.

Then Wilson's reputation for being ruthless and ruthless spread throughout New York.

No one wants to fight Wilson because the guy is crazy.

Either don't take action, or if you take action, no one will be spared.

And the time is still seven days later?

This level of detail leaves no room for suspicion in the King of Bowery.

Because this guy Wilson has indeed been eyeing other people's territory for a long time.

He is the only force in New York City not governed by the High Table.

The reason why he hesitated to take action was because he was worried about the Continental Hotel, which had countless killers.

But now, it seems that this guy has got the inside information of Gaotai Table and wants to take this opportunity to annex his own territory.

What a son of a bitch!

With countless eyes and ears, he knew that he was not the only one to be notified of the Adjudicator's decision.

The Adjudicator also appeared at the Continental Hotel in New York.

Based on his understanding of that old fox, Winston, it was impossible to honestly hand over his authority.

So if the High Table begins a ruling against the Continental Hotel in New York, then the High Table will definitely be stuck in a period of self-care.

This time is enough for Wilson to massacre the entire underground gang in New York.

By the time the High Table reacts, the matter is settled, and even the High Table can only choose to negotiate with Wilson.

What a good calculation!

Thinking of this, the King of Bowery Street slowly spoke:

"I can tell you that he really has this strength..."