The Strongest Arms Dealer

British Reuters called it a super, huge barbaric act in the next day's telegram!

The dangers of society are gradually terrorizing the whole society.

Similarly, the other three major news agencies, Havas, Wolf, and the United States, also reposted their articles. There were also photos of black dragon gangs being hacked to death, and photos of gangsters being killed in the street with the fraternity. This caused an uproar throughout the western world.

What this reporter likes most is to get to the bottom of things and create hot spots!

They even ventured to interview members of both sides.

Black Dragon Society: "The Brotherhood is too deceitful. They are actually Vietnamese. They want to drive us out of the UK. We can only fight for freedom."

What he said was righteous words and impassioned.

The fraternity is very arrogant and only has one sentence, which also quotes the Chinese way, "clear criminals must be punished!"

Obviously, they were too lazy to talk so much, giving people a feeling that they wanted to kill each other.

The conflict between the two parties is not just their own conflict.

The Brotherhood called Maozi's Tomahawk and HK's three major gangs, but what about the Black Dragon Society? I found the Yamaguchi Society, the Mafia, and the local brothers.

Gradually from ordinary street fights to blatant killings.

Yamaguchi will be the speaker in London. Yamamoto Ichiro originally went out outside his villa, but two motorcyclists galloped over from the corner, more than ten meters away, and shot at him and more than ten bodyguards with an Uzi submachine gun in one hand. He didn't like fighting either, so the two of them ran away after sweeping a magazine!

Caused the death of 8 people on the other side, including Ichiro Yamamoto!

Yamaguchi would be furious and offered a reward of £200,000 for clues to the murderer.

And a leader of Tomahawk was killed in the downtown area openly by someone. Seeing that he was alone, two people rushed out of the crowd holding fruit knives and pierced his abdomen with one knife. After being sent to the hospital, the rescue failed.

The Minister of the Interior was very upset. At the press conference, he explicitly asked both parties to restrain themselves, and asked the local police station to arrest the "troublemakers" who disrupted law and order as soon as possible.

Who cares about you?

Minister of the Interior? Count a ball?

The situation gradually became out of control.

In such an atmosphere, the first meeting of military enterprises began.

The address is in the company building of the Aerospace Corporation (BAE) in London. The family is rich, on the banks of the Thames, in the same area as the sports company under the savior.

Tang Dao came very early. Because of his status, the president of the other party received him in person. After chatting for a few words, he went to meet the others and asked a vice president named Bartlett to entertain him to visit the company.

"This is our sales department." Bartlett led him to the 7th floor, pointing to the busy staff inside and said, "From the 7th floor to the 13th floor is the scope of activities of this department."

Tang Dao nodded with a smile, "Very large scale."

6 floors, probably more than 300 sales staff.

Bigger than Savior's sales department in Somalia, but if you count agents, it's a different story.

Bartlett didn’t let the employees stop. They all have a “rich” workplace culture. For example, they think that women who are too beautiful tend to reduce the enthusiasm of male employees. Many companies will secretly reject women’s assumptions. The same is true for aerospace companies (BAE). At a glance, there were only a few women, and they were all elderly.

Tang Dao glanced casually. Just as he was about to leave, the elevator came up, and a group of people came out from it. They should be representatives of the military industry again. Bartlett knew the leading colleague and said hello.

But Tang Dao didn't speak, and always felt that the white man standing in the middle of the other party looked at him in the wrong way.

"You are Nicholas Tang?" the white man said suddenly.

Tang Dao was startled when he heard the words, and looked up and down. He didn't remember that he had a friend who liked to wear a gray suit and a red tie. This part-time job is too low. Seeing him in a daze, the white man seemed to be insulted. "My name is Gauld Abel!"

Oh, Tang Dao doesn't even know.

He looked at his secretary.

"I'll call you to make peace with the Black Dragon Society!" Gould Abel reminded again, but the voice suppressed anger, Tang Dao understood now, is this the narcissistic silly B? He said oh, nothing else, and walked towards the elevator.

What can I say to this man.

But this time Gould Able seemed to be about to explode. He vaguely felt that other people looked at him in the wrong way. Look, the other party doesn't know you at all. Your self-introduction is useless.

"I asked you to make peace with the Black Dragon Society, why don't you agree!" Gould Abel turned his head and suddenly said this.

Boss Tang had already stepped into the elevator with his left foot. Hearing this, he turned around and said with a smile, "Are you ordering me?"

Gould Abel's right eyebrow kept twitching, and he braced himself, "I'm just doing it for your own good..."

"I see." Boss Tang nodded, with a wider smile on his face, "It seems that I misunderstood you." He approached the other party as he spoke, and extended his hand as if to thank him.

Gould Able breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand, and said, "This is just a misunderstanding. You need to settle the matter of the Black Dragon Society quickly. It's not good for the two sides to make trouble like this."

This is gasping.

As soon as the two hands were held together, Tang Dao suddenly kicked forward and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen, and then pulled it with his hand, and fell over the shoulder, smashing Gould Abel to the ground. This scene was too fast , Everyone was stunned, and the people next to him reacted and wanted to pull away, but they were blocked by the little angel with bodyguards.

Tang Dao punched the opponent's face, the bridge of the nose must have been broken, blood was flowing, Gould Abel screamed in pain, the former was not feeling well, pulled his hair, and slammed it against the wall, He said in his mouth, "Misunderstanding, I missed you MB! You dare to take care of my affairs, who are you? Ah! Who are you!"

"Stop hitting, stop hitting...Mr. Nicholas." Bartlett was anxious on the sidelines. The other party was about to die, and he was also terrified. Gould Able was not short in height. Also strong, but he was beaten like this.

The movement here was heard by many employees in the department. This person was curious. He raised his head and took a sneaky look, and then looked upright, his eyes widened.

It was so brutal that they were terrified to see it.

Finally, Tang Dao picked up a fire extinguisher on the side, turned it around, and smashed it on the knee of Gould Abel's left leg.

Only then did he throw away the fire extinguisher, heaved a long sigh of relief, straightened his suit, stroked his slightly messy hair, looked at the stunned Bartlett and the others, and smiled, "Sorry, my temper is not very good. it is good."

Is this just not good?

The **** was about to be punched out, and Bartlett hurriedly shouted, "Quick! Call an ambulance!"

The most nervous thing was the colleague who brought Gould Able up, shouting loudly, but he didn't dare to speak harshly to Tang Dao, for fear that he would be beaten too.

"Mr. Nicholas, this... I'm afraid the police are going to question you." Bartlett looked at Tang Dao, sorted out his tone and content, and said carefully.

Tang Dao felt that what he said was right, and said cautiously, "Then, let's throw him below and let the car hit him to death." He looked at Bartlett, who seemed to be frightened, and laughed out loud. , "I'm just kidding, I'm a good person, how could I do this, don't worry, the police are here, someone will take care of it." He said and looked at the bodyguards.

Then someone stepped up, "I'll do it, boss."

As he said that, he picked up the fire extinguisher on the ground and smashed it on his head. It was useless, blood flowed, and the bodyguard fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

Tang Dao remembered that this guy was from Mexico, he was under the command of Little Angel, and he had been with him for nearly two years.

"Send 300,000 dollars to his family, and give another 200,000 when you come out." Boss Tang said to the little angel, and then smiled and said to the stunned Bartlett who was watching, "This is a fight, isn't it?"

Bartlett looked constipated.

Those who came with Gauld Abel looked at each other, very angry and indignant!

"You may not know me. My name is Nicholas Tang. The Savior Company belongs to me." With a flick of Tang Dao's right hand, Hester Theodore took out a business card from his bag and handed it over. He continued, "If there is For business, you can call me privately."

After speaking, he walked into the elevator.

He didn't threaten or intimidate others, what a joke, is Tang a person like this? His words explain a lot. Everyone is in business. Do you think friends are more important than money?

It's that simple, and everyone understands what it means.

If you're an adult, you'll look stupid if you explain too clearly.

Bartlett followed into the elevator, and the friends who received the business cards looked at each other.

"We...we'd better send Gould to the hospital, really, he's so big, he still has to fight with others." One of them said this suddenly, and he looked at the others after he finished speaking.

After the air was quiet, everyone nodded.

"Then send him to the hospital, and him, Gould beat his head like this with a fire extinguisher, something must happen, Falk, it's really serious."

this is friend...

They actually understood who Nicholas Tang was!

Even if you are caught by the police, how long can you be locked up?

1 hour or 2 hours?

Don't make trouble, this matter can only be blamed on Gould Abel's lack of eyesight, this guy usually likes to pretend to be X, but now he is really pretending to be dead.

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Tang Dao stood in the elevator ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with his back to his body, gesticulating his hairstyle towards the silhouette reflected inside. The movement just now was too intense, and his hairstyle was messed up.

Bartlett looked more reserved on the sidelines, but he just heard that sentence, "300,000 in, 200,000 out!" What the hell, this is his salary for nearly two years, and if it is defined as a fight , This may go to jail, but with the ability of the savior, it may not take a few months to come out.

Judging by the appearance of the bodyguards, they are too familiar.

Apparently, Tang Dao kept his word, and Bartlett felt a little apprehensive. How good should he be to them in order to make them pay willingly?

Of course he didn’t know that these bodyguards, in addition to the insurance they bought, Tang Dao also provided their family members with employment and company school loans (this employee enjoys it). If they are admitted to the Ivy League University, they can be subsidized for free. 5 years.

In addition to these, as long as you enter your own bodyguard team, each person will have a Rolls Royce.

Tang Dao is the boss and a toy for what others see as luxury goods.

"What are you thinking, Mr. Bartlett."

"Uh... I was thinking, what a nice haircut you have, Mr. Nicholas."

Tang Dao nodded in satisfaction when he heard the other party praise him, "I think so too."

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