Chapter 15: The Meeting (End)
Tang Song spread his hands and said with a grin:
"People always have to learn to improve. When I do business, I like to make money peacefully. The New York market used to be only so big, and if I took someone's business, nobody would be happy. Now that this firearms business share is open, surely you Bosses wouldn't be so cruel as to compete with someone like me who cleans up garbage, right?"
At this moment, a bald, tattooed big man interrupted Tang Song:
"Tang, cleaning up garbage? Since when did you compete with the King of Beggars? The cleaning business is the most comfortable business in all of New York. If you don't want to do it, you can give it to me..."
Tang Song's eyes revealed undisguised killing intent. He said coldly, "You can eat anything, but don't talk nonsense... What, is the pimp business not doing well?!"
The tattooed big man was named Jeffrey. He was New York's biggest pimp; forty percent of the prostitutes in New York made a living under him.
At this moment, he was stunned by Tang Song's gaze, which seemed capable of piercing metal and stone. Knowing he had misspoken, he trembled slightly and couldn't speak.
A Boss next to him quickly smoothed things over: "Well, everyone here is a friend, so of course, we wouldn't compete for each other's business. Jeffrey was just making a joke..."
The tattooed big man quickly took the opportunity to back down, repeatedly apologizing to Tang Song.
Back then, Tang Song secured the entire New York cleaning business through real fighting. Even Kingpin was wary of him back then.
Jeffrey was just a pimp; the group of thugs under him could only bully fallen women. Naturally, he couldn't afford to provoke Tang Song.
It was just that Tang Song had always acted low-key, leading people to mistakenly believe he was weak and easily exploited.
Seeing Tang Song genuinely angry, Jeffrey finally realized his mistake and repeatedly backed down.
"Tang, the firearms business isn't that easy to do!"
Kingpin's hand rested on the long table, his gaze somewhat sinister.
Originally, he and Madame Gao of The Hand had already agreed that the firearms business share in New York would be split between them. In return, he would take 10% of The Hand's smuggling business in New York. Now, Tang Song had butted in.
"Businesses that are difficult to do have bigger profits, don't they!"
Tang Song smiled, raised his hand, and Lane handed him a cigar.
"What, judging by this, Mr. Wilson couldn't have already divided up the firearms business share, could he?" Tang Song took a puff of his cigar and exhaled a straight stream of white smoke like an arrow.
"Then what's the meaning of calling us here? To make fools of us?"
Heh heh heh, facing Tang Song's question, Kingpin took deep puffs of his cigar, a low, muffled chuckle escaping his mouth. His thick hand reached for the crystal ashtray on the table.
Madame Gao suddenly spoke up at this moment: "Since Mr. Tang wants to do the firearms business, then The Hand's market share will be given to you!"
Tang Song narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the seemingly benevolent Madame Gao. That malice surged out almost like dark clouds pressing down.
"Alright, then it would be impolite to refuse!"
Tang Song stood up, walked politely in front of Madame Gao, and extended his hand to her, saying, "Then thank you, Madame Gao!"
...
Inside the second-floor office of the nightclub, Kingpin stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the luxury cars roar away one by one.
"Madame Gao, this isn't what we discussed beforehand," Kingpin turned his head, like a ferocious hungry tiger.
"The firearms business share was given to you, and you gave it away yourself. That's your business. But I'm definitely taking that 10% of The Hand's smuggling business!"
Madame Gao still wore that seemingly benevolent expression: "Don't worry, what's yours is still yours. I did give him the firearms business, but the little fellow needs to be alive to take it."
Kingpin seemed to have known Madame Gao's attitude long ago and wasn't surprised.
...
"Boss, Kingpin probably won't let this go!"
In the back seat of the extended Rolls-Royce, Tang Song held a round jade tablet. Pointing his fingers like a sword, a faint light emitted from his fingertips as he carved something onto the jade tablet.
Sword Qi intertwined, and the hard jade stone was like tofu, bits of jade powder scattering onto the car seat.
Lane, who was beside him, suggested with some concern:
"Should we transfer people back from Russia?"
"Not yet!" Tang Song's fingertip slid, and in just a few strokes, a simple human figure appeared on the jade tablet.
"Later, have a few heavy weapons transported from the warehouse. I... Hmm?"
Tang Song frowned and looked out the window.
On the bustling street, two off-road motorcycles weaved nimbly through the traffic.
The two riders were dressed in black full-body leather suits, wearing fully enclosed protective helmets. Riding their motorcycles, they changed direction nimbly, weaving through the traffic, and quickly approached an extended Rolls-Royce.
The two motorcycles drove alongside the Rolls-Royce, one on the left and one on the right. Both riders simultaneously took out a small Uzi submachine gun from their chests and pulled the triggers, aiming at the Rolls-Royce.
Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
The Uzi submachine guns with 20-round magazines instantly unleashed all their firepower onto the rear window glass.
The Rolls-Royce's rear window glass was instantly riddled with countless white spots from the strafing. Unfortunately, the 9mm Parabellum handgun bullets couldn't penetrate the Rolls-Royce's bulletproof glass at all.
"Boss!"
Lane took out a black military handgun from a hidden compartment in the seat. Click-clack, a bullet was chambered.
After receiving Tang Song's wave signal, Lane violently pushed open the car door, leaned out, and fired two shots immediately.
"Bang!"
With the first shot, the helmet of the motorcycle gunman on the left side instantly exploded, the motorcycle lost control, and crashed directly into the guardrail beside the road.
The Rolls-Royce's German driver lightly stepped on the brake the moment Lane fired the first shot.
The motorcycle rider on the right side surged forward one position. Lane leaned out again at this moment and fired another shot.
"Bang!"
Vroom vroom vroom vroom! ...
Just as Lane finished dealing with the two motorcycle gunmen, several more motorcycles accelerated and rushed out from the traffic. Without a word, they raised their Uzi submachine guns and unleashed a barrage of gunfire at Lane.
Lane gripped the car door handle with one hand. The SIG Sauer M18 in his hand accurately fired deadly bullets, each bullet precisely hitting the motorcycle gunmen in the head.
Soon, this group of motorcycle gunmen was cleanly dealt with by Lane.
"Back to the venue!"
Tang Song calmly drew the final stroke of the figure's outline. He waved his hand, and a gust of wind blew up from nowhere inside the car, gathering countless debris and dust into a ball and sending it flying out the window.
Tang Song toyed with the jade tablet in his hand, then casually tossed it to Lane.
Lane grabbed it, looked closely, and saw that the jade tablet had a simple outline drawing of an old woman.
It was none other than Madame Gao of The Hand.
...
Night fell. The Guns N' Roses Bar, which was usually filled with the sound of heavy metal, was now eerily silent, only its neon sign flickering.
Even the homeless people in the alley had wisely left.
At this moment, a group of people in black suits silently appeared around the Guns N' Roses.
"Takeshita-kun, our people have surrounded this venue!"
A black Japanese Honda car was quietly parked not far from the venue.
The car door was wide open. In the back seat, a Japanese man in his thirties was looking at the entrance of Guns N' Roses with night vision goggles.
"It seems our enemy was well-prepared. Suzuki-kun, don't be careless. Don't disappoint the Madame!"
The middle-aged man's tone was serious. When mentioning Madame Gao, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.
The man with the flat top haircut, called Suzuki-kun, held a black handgun in his hand. He stood respectfully with his head bowed beside the car door, repeatedly bowing upon hearing the words.
"Don't worry, Takeshita-kun. This time, we've brought over a hundred gunmen. They are all skilled members of the organization. There won't be any problems!"
(End of Chapter)