Empire of Shadows

The trusted henchman cursed his boss's entire family in his mind while standing in front of the deli counter, ordering the meal he'd have to pay for.

Kent hadn't given him any money, and this wasn't the first time it had happened. Although he was very dissatisfied, he endured it for the sake of his monthly salary.

Sometimes people can't tolerate unfair treatment, because if you take one step back, you'll keep retreating.

There were no fast food restaurants nearby, only bakeries and delis. The fast food restaurants were next to the gas station, a little further away.

Imperials weren't used to Federal fast food. Of course, this might be because they hadn't assimilated yet. It would only be when the second, third, or even the Nth generation immigrants who constantly said things like, "I'm one-sixteenth Imperial," or "I'm one-thirty-second Imperial," became the mainstream of the community that they would like Federal fast food.

But now, these first-generation immigrants, including the younger people who could also be considered first-generation immigrants, might be interested in Federal fast food, but they wouldn't eat it every day.

On the contrary, more people chose bread and deli food. Restaurants were also a good choice, but it would definitely cost a lot of money for so many people.

The trusted henchman ordered several sliced ​​pork knuckles, plus a large pile of the cheapest bread, a large bag of fruit salad worth one dollar, and a bundle of iced beer. This was their lunch.

He pinched a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. The deep-fried pork knuckle was crispy on the outside. When the skin was bitten open, the aroma and juice of the fat burst out, filling his mouth with the taste of meat.

This might be the most enjoyable thing for him in the process of buying food. He would choose the best parts and eat them heartily, leaving the rest for them!

Just as he passed by the alley next door, he saw three cars parked in the alley, and then stopped.

This wasn't the Bay Area, nor the Port District. Although there were vehicles passing by on the road, very few would stop.

In the traditional Imperial concept, buying a house was more important than buying a car. Therefore, it was rare to see people in the Imperial District renting a house and driving a good car at the same time. It almost never happened.

He was a little curious as to why so many cars were parked here. People can't be curious, because once they are curious, they will definitely want to figure out what happened.

Curiously, he stood at the entrance of the alley, lit a cigarette, and looked inside. After all, their casino was right next door, and he had to figure out if there was anyone else doing illegal business here.

But with just this one look, he saw the problem.

He saw Lance, and Lance saw him too. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the trusted henchman's heart trembled violently. He turned and ran!

Lance, who was discussing how to deal with Kent, shouted, "Catch him!" and ran at the front, with the others following behind.

The trusted henchman never knew he could run so fast!

For a moment, he felt that if he could maintain this speed and participate in a competition, he might be able to win a sprint championship or something.

But soon, he felt tired, and his body also felt a strong discomfort.

He hadn't even run fifty meters before his speed began to drop significantly. The food in his hand seemed to become a burden. He threw the things behind him, trying to hinder the pursuers who were getting closer and closer.

On the other hand, Lance and the others were all young men in their twenties, slender and energetic. The distance between the two sides was already very close.

After chasing a few more steps, Lance pushed him hard on the back, and the trusted henchman immediately lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

He rolled over, and tried to crawl up and continue running, but it was too late to get up at this time.

Erwin jumped up and bumped into him directly, knocking the henchman who was about to get up to the ground again.

The two rolled around a few times and were surrounded.

The henchman looked at these young people with fierce eyes, especially Lance. He could be considered someone who had seen big scenes, and he wasn't too afraid in his heart. "You are starting a war, Lance!" He knew Lance's name and called out the correct answer in one breath.

Lance gasped slightly, raised his foot and kicked him in the head, stomping his cheek tightly against the ground, "Why the hell are you running?"

"Huh?"

He exerted force under his foot and grinded it, then let go, then took a deep breath, squatted down, and patted the henchman's face, "I like your eyes. Now I'll give you a chance to call the door open for us, and I'll let you go."

The henchman didn't speak, and still looked at Lance with a slightly contemptuous look, as if to say, "Your threat doesn't work on me."

Ethan was about to take action at this time, but Lance stopped him.

It's useless to punch him a few times. He has a kind of confidence. His experience tells him that these young people will not kill him, and he also knows the names of these young people and will retaliate in the future.

With such confidence, he is not afraid or threatened at all, because he has a thought that "the more harm I suffer today, the more fiercely I will retaliate in the future" supporting his courage.

So you can withstand it even if you hit him a few times or even break his leg.

This is the difference between gang members and Ennio and other young people.

Lance took out a folding knife. Before the henchman could speak, he stabbed him in the butt. This knife really panicked the henchman.

Just as he was about to shout, Lance punched him in the cheek, and the scream turned into a blurred sound.

"Guess if I'll stab your blood vessel next time?"

He paused and said, "This is a problem between me and Kent. If you have to get involved, Angel Lake will cry for you!"

If Lance had threatened him with death before, he might have just thought...this was a joke.

But now, he was afraid.

"I..."

Lance opened his coat, revealing the gun inside, "After today, there will be no Kent in Goldport City. My patience is limited, friend."

He turned to look at Maurice beside him, "Go pick up the things he threw away."

At the same time, he stood up, pulled the henchman's arm to help him stand up, and then took the initiative to pat the dust off his body, "Don't disappoint me, friend."

The henchman didn't speak, but not speaking at this time was different from not speaking before.

Lance took the food bags from Maurice and put them in his own hands, "I'll go with you, don't play tricks."

He pushed the henchman, "I'll tell others that I forced you to do it, you are innocent."

The henchman sighed silently at this time, what should I do if I encounter a crazy lunatic?

He limped forward. The pain made him fear and also reversed his emotions.

Some onlookers on the road saw that they had "made up" again, and some young people began to look around, pointing two fingers between their eyes and the witnesses, warning these people that they had remembered their appearance, and those people left very wisely.

It's not smart to watch gang conflicts at all. Maybe you'll be killed as a "witness" by someone!

A few minutes later, the trusted henchman slapped the door hard, "Damn it, open the door quickly!"

His companion's voice came from inside the door, "What are we eating for lunch today?"

"Fried chicken or knuckles?"

He opened the door without even looking, and then froze for a moment.

Because the trusted henchman's cheeks were swollen high, although his clothes had been patted, there was still a lot of dust, and there was even blood seeping out from his waist.

Before he had time to ask "What happened to you," a gun was pointed at him.

The burly man guarding the door slowly raised his hands, "Calm down, brother, there's nothing that can't be discussed."

At the same time, he glared at the trusted henchman with a very angry look, and cursed this friend's entire family in his heart.

Soon, he saw a group of acquaintances appearing here, and his expression instantly became unnatural. He hadn't forgotten what happened yesterday.

Between his own bad luck and the boss's bad luck, he chose the boss's bad luck, "This matter has nothing to do with me, I didn't do anything yesterday!"

Lance tilted his head, signaling them to go down. The two henchmen looked at each other. From the bottom of their hearts, they were ten thousand times unwilling to go down!

In the past, they would have felt that the basement was a very hidden and safe place, but now, why did that damn Kent choose to open a casino in the basement?

Why didn't he open a casino in the middle of the square?

But the dark muzzle was shaking, and their hearts were also beating constantly following the shaking of the muzzle.

"Walk down slowly, whoever runs, whoever speaks, I'll shoot them." Lance's voice was very soft, but it made their hearts tremble.

The two could only bite the bullet and enter the door, while the others followed behind Lance and entered the basement.

At this time, Kent didn't know that he was less than ten seconds away from a catastrophe. He rubbed his toes to stop the itching while telling dirty jokes to the henchmen.

When he heard heavy footsteps coming down, a smile appeared on his face, "Damn it, you should have come back sooner, I'm starving!"

"Let Daddy see, what did you buy me?"

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