Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 15 Conference (End)

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 15 Conference (End)

Tang Song spread his hands and said with a smile:

"People have to learn to make progress. When I do business, I like to be friendly and make money. The market in New York used to be so big. No one would be happy if I took away business.

Now that the arms share is free, the bosses won’t have the heart to snatch it away from me, a garbage collector.”

At this time, a bald man with tattoos interrupted Tang Song's words:

"Don, pick up the garbage, when did you compete with the Beggar King for business? The scavenger business is the most comfortable business in New York. If you don't want to do it, you can leave it to me..."

Tang Song's eyes showed murderous intent without any concealment. He said coldly: "You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense... Why, the pimp business is not easy to do?!"

The tattooed man named Jeffrey is the biggest cockhead in New York. Forty percent of the prostitutes in New York earn their living under his hands.

At this time, he was shocked by Tang Song's eyes that could pierce through gold and stone. He knew that he had made a mistake, and he was trembling a little and speechless.

A boss next to him quickly smoothed things over: "Well, we are all friends, so of course we won't take away each other's business. Jeffrey was just joking..."

The tattooed man quickly went down the ladder and apologized to Tang and Song.

When the Tang and Song Dynasties won the entire cleaning business in New York, they relied on real swords and guns. Even Kingpin was afraid of him.

Jeffrey had a chicken head, and the gangsters under his command could bully and bully women who had fallen into disgrace, so naturally they could not offend the Tang and Song Dynasties.

It's just that Tang and Song kept a low profile, making people mistakenly think that he was weak.

Seeing that Tang and Song were really angry, Jeffrey suddenly came to his senses and relented.

"Tang, the arms business is not so easy to do!"

Jin Bing put his hands on the long table, his eyes a little cold.

Originally, he and Mrs. Gao of the Hand had already negotiated that New York's arms share would be divided into two shares. In return, he would take 10% of the Hand's smuggling business in New York. Now Tang and Song Dynasties were involved.

"Businesses that are difficult to do are the ones with the biggest profits, aren't they?"

Tang Song smiled and raised his hand, and Ryan handed him a cigar.

"Why, judging from this, Mr. Wilson has already divided up his share of the arms business, right?" Tang Song took a puff of his cigar and blew out a stream of white smoke as straight as an arrow.

"Then what do you mean by calling us here? Are you playing monkeys?"

Faced with the questioning of Tang and Song Dynasties.

Hehehe, Kingpin smoked a big cigar, and let out a deep muffled laugh. His thick hands touched the crystal ashtray on the table.

Mrs. Gao suddenly said at this time: "Since Mr. Tang wants to do the arms business, then I'll leave the Hand Association's market share to you!"

Tang Song squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Mrs. Gao with a kind-hearted face. Good guy, the malice poured out almost like a dark cloud.

"Okay, that would be disrespectful!"

Tang Song stood up, walked to Mrs. Gao politely, and extended his hand to her;

"Thank you, Mrs. Gao!"

…………

In the office on the second floor of the nightclub, Jin Bin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and watched the luxury cars roaring away.

"Mrs. Gao, this is different from what we discussed in advance," Jin Bin turned around like a ferocious hungry tiger.

"I've given you the share of the arms. You can let it go. I don't care about that. I will decide on the 10% of the smuggling business of your Hand!"

Mrs. Gao still had the kind expression on her face: "Don't worry, what's yours is still yours. I gave up the arms business to him, and the little guy has to take over."

Jin Bin seemed to have known Mrs. Gao's attitude for a long time, and was not surprised.

………

"Boss, I'm afraid Kingpin won't give up!"

In the back seat of the extended Rolls-Royce, Tang Song held a round jade plaque and pointed it like a sword. His fingertips emitted a faint light and engraved something on the jade plaque.

The sword energy intertwined, the hard jade was like tofu, and little jade powder sprinkled on the car mat.

Ryan on the side suggested with some worry:

"Should we transfer people back from Russia?"

"No need for now!" Tang Song's fingertips slid with just a few strokes, and a simple portrait appeared on the jade plaque.

"Go back and transport some heavy weapons from the warehouse, I... eh?"

Tang Song frowned and looked out the window.

On a busy street, two off-road motorcycles flexibly shuttled through the traffic.

The two riders, wearing black one-piece leather suits and fully enclosed protective helmets, were driving motorcycles, changing directions flexibly, weaving in and out of traffic, and soon approached a stretched Rolls-Royce.

Two motorcycles were driving side by side with the Rolls-Royce. The two riders took off a small Uzi submachine gun from their chests at the same time, pointed it at the Rolls-Royce, and pulled the trigger.

da da da da da

The Uzi submachine gun with a 20-round magazine instantly poured all its firepower onto the rear window glass.

The rear window of the Rolls-Royce was instantly shot with countless white dots. Unfortunately, the 9mm Parabellum pistol bullet could not penetrate the bullet-proof glass of the Rolls-Royce.

"boss!"

Ryan took out a black military pistol from the secret compartment of the seat, clicked, and loaded the bullet.

After receiving Tang Song's wave, Lane suddenly pushed open the car door, stepped out sideways, and fired two shots.

"boom!"

In the first shot, the helmet of the motorcycle gunman on the left exploded, the motorcycle lost control and crashed directly into the guardrail on the side.

The Teutonic driver of the Rolls-Royce lightly stepped on the brakes at the moment Lane fired the first shot.

The motorcyclist on the right rushed directly to the previous position, and Ryan leaned out and fired again.

"boom!"

Buzz buzz!…

Just as Lane finished dealing with the two motorcycle gunmen, several more motorcycles stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the traffic. Without saying a word, they raised their Uzi submachine guns and fired at Lane.

Ryan was holding the car door handle with one hand, and the Sig Sauer M18 in his hand accurately fired fatal bullets. Each bullet accurately hit the motorcycle gunman's head.

Soon, the group of motorcycle gunmen were eliminated by Ryan.

"Back to the place!"

Tang Song calmly sketched out the last strokes of the portrait, waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew out of thin air in the car, wrapping countless debris and dust into a ball and flying out of the window.

Tang and Song played with the jade tablet in their hands and threw it into Ryan's hand.

Ryan grabbed it and took a closer look. On the jade plaque was a simple sketch of an old lady.

It was none other than Mrs. Gao of the Hand.

…………

At night, the Guns N' Roses bar, which was originally filled with heavy metal sounds, only had lights flashing, and the silence was a bit eerie.

Even the homeless people in the alley left wisely.

At this time, a group of people wearing black suits quietly appeared around Guns N' Roses.

"Takeshita-kun, our people have surrounded this place!"

A black Japanese Honda car parked quietly not far from the venue.

The car door was wide open, and in the back seat, a Japanese man in his thirties was looking at the gate of Guns N' Roses with night vision goggles.

"It seems that our enemies are well prepared. Suzuki-kun, don't be careless and don't let your wife down!"

The middle-aged man's tone was serious, and when he mentioned Mrs. Gao, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

The flat-headed man named Suzuki-kun held a black pistol in his hand, stood on the side of the car door with his head lowered respectfully, and bowed repeatedly when he heard the words.

"Don't worry, Takeshita-kun, we have led more than a hundred gunmen this time. They are all good players in the guild. There will be no problem!"

(End of chapter)