Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 1168 Entering the Urn
In an abandoned factory building in the suburbs of Moscow.

Several major thieves in Moscow were present, including Guojianglong who came from other places specially. There were five thieves under Ivankov alone, plus their own men.

In the middle of the factory, a circle with three layers inside and three layers outside was formed. In the center of the circle, a bare-handed fight was coming to an end.

Timofeev looked extremely miserable, with a broken nose, collapsed eyelids, a dislocated jaw, and from the neck up he looked like a rotten, bloated pig's head. There was not a single piece of good meat on his naked upper body, and it was covered in blood.

Ivankov, who made his mark in the underworld with his fists, has a pair of powerful iron fists.

Timofeev's body was very tough and he was knocked down at least ten times. But this time, he did not get up. He sat on the ground behind Ivankov. His right arm with exposed veins tightly strangled Ivankov's neck. His left hand cooperated, clamping Ivankov's head like an iron clamp, making it impossible for him to escape.

Ivankov rolled his eyes.

If he were ten years younger, no, five years younger, he would beat the shit out of this kid!

However, young and strong people are better at fighting.

However, no if.

Although his injuries looked much better than Timofeev's, he was unable to break free from the stranglehold and he didn't have any strength in his body.

bang, bang...

The desire to survive drove him to slap the ground weakly, and the hair above his neck was brighter in color than the braised meat in the window of the scheming merchant.

"Timofeev, let our boss go!"

"He... gave up!"

"Let go of me now, damn it!"

The five bandit leaders under Ivankov wanted to rush over to rescue people, but were stopped by Anton, the second-in-command of the Orekhovo Group.

"You have accepted the letter of challenge. It is clearly written in black and white: a battle of life and death!"

"Why, you want to break the rules?"

Faced with Anton's questioning, the five thief leaders were speechless and could only seek help from the other thief kings who were watching the fight with their eyes. However, several thief kings pretended not to see anything.

Received the money.

I said I wouldn't get involved.

Besides, according to the rules of the martial arts world, there is no way to interfere in a fair duel, right?

Can't blame them.

"Timofeev, you won, so why not let him go."

"Please forgive him if you can. I believe Ivankov will thank you with all his heart afterwards."

"Timofeev, you have to understand who you are going to kill now!"

After all, they were old hands who came from other places and couldn't help but speak.

"Who? A despicable old bastard!" Timofeev shouted angrily.

Ivankov rolled his eyes, unable to turn them back, and his head drooped weakly.

All the sounds at the scene stopped abruptly, and the eyes of the spectators were wider than dead fish.

A generation of godfather died on the spot.

Timofeev stood up from the ground and kicked the body under him away, like kicking a dead dog.

His entire body was bathed in blood, his muscles bulging, his blood vessels dilating due to excitement, at this moment, he looked like a god of war.

When his bloodshot eyes swept towards the five bandit leaders under Ivankov, the latter five men looked away one after another, not daring to meet his gaze.

The younger brothers standing behind them were swallowing their saliva wildly, their hair standing on end, as if they were being stared at by Siberian wolves on the ice field.

The sky of the underground world is about to change.

The Godfather has become a dead dog.

No matter what, whoever kills him will be a powerful figure in the world.

"Give you a chance."

Timofeev stared at the five thieves and said, "Pledge your loyalty to me."

Before the five thieves could laugh angrily, and before the Moscow thieves who were watching the fight could sit still, Anton had already followed someone's next plan and brought five black canvas bags, placed them in front of the five thieves, and unzipped them.

hiss!
Everyone in the audience gasped.

Five bags full of cash.

Several Moscow thieves had a plan in mind: two million per bag, the same as them.

"Timofeev, you are being unkind!"

"Damn, now I understand your evil ambition. You want to replace Ivankov. Are you worthy of it?"

"A kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet!"

"Shit! Where did you get so much money? You want to swallow up Ivankov's power with just 10 million? I can afford it!"

"Why don't you five follow me and take a look at that body? He's the one who killed your boss!"

Of course, several Moscow thieves could not sit idly by.

As the godfather, Ivankov's men are all elites.

If Timofeev got it, even if he didn't have the title of godfather, he would have the power of a hegemon.

Timofeev ignored them, his eyes still on the five thieves under Ivankov. In a low voice, he said slowly according to the man's instructions:

"We at Orekhovo Group don't really have much money, and this is all we have."

"But I, Timofeev, am willing to share with my brothers, not only now, but also in the future."

"If you are willing to follow me, take this money, and we will drink and eat meat later. If you are not willing, that's fine too. You can pledge allegiance to other bandit kings or start your own faction. It's up to you."

"And I, Timofeev..."

Timofeev turned his feet and looked around the audience with the invincible posture of a gangster godfather who had just been strangled to death. He said word by word, "You are destined to become the king of the underworld!"

Several Moscow thieves cursed loudly.

Timofeev laughed loudly towards the sky, full of heroic spirit.

The five bandit leaders under Ivankov looked at each other.

They are just the leaders of thieves. Even though they have a lot of experience, they have not been awarded the title of King of Thieves. Ivankov's power is so huge that even if they want to set up their own business, the underworld will not agree. Besides, there are five of them. Who will inherit?
The result is nothing but endless blood and gore, and only those who survive can become a powerful person.

No one can guarantee that he or she will have the last laugh.

Pledge allegiance to another thief king?
The biggest thieves in this country are all present now.

To be honest, no one can convince them. After all, they have followed Godfather Ivankov, except... someone who can kill Ivankov.

Listen to this man's ambition, he wants to be the king of the underworld!
Ivankov is dead, leaving behind a huge mess and the biggest treasure of the underground world.

All five of them asked themselves, can I beat him?

Looking at this arrogant man, without Ivankov, it would be impossible for them to work together... and they all lost the courage.

After all, they all once thought that Ivankov was the strongest underground, so they were willing to follow him wholeheartedly, but now, Ivankov was beaten to death by this man!
I was terrified and my heart was broken.

This man was very sincere. He could take away a considerable fortune immediately. He also publicly promised at this "jianghu conference" that he was willing to share the wealth.

The five men moved almost at the same time, picked up the money bags on the ground, and bowed their heads to Timofeev.

Several Moscow thieves were dumbfounded and poked the five men in the spine from a distance, cursing them for being treacherous, accepting the thieves as their masters, and being shameless.

Timofeev glanced at several thief kings and said quietly, "When will it be your turn to teach my people a lesson?"

The scolding stopped abruptly.

Several Moscow thieves came back to their senses in a start. Timofeev now was completely different from the last second.

The five thieves under Ivankov have publicly pledged their allegiance to him. After swallowing this force, no force in the country's underground world can compete with Timofeev. Cooperation?

In the name of what? How to unite people?

Timofeev had every right to kill Ivankov.

Ivankov's men voluntarily chose to pledge allegiance.

The bases of several of them are all in Moscow. Although they occasionally appear together like today, without using any weapons or even chatting and laughing, they actually have constant friction and deep resentment behind the scenes.

The trend is established.

The five people quickly put on smiling faces and came forward to congratulate Timofeyev.

Timofeev now should not be offended, let alone provoked, otherwise it would be a reason to strike him hard.

Deadly!
Timofeev put away his arrogance and put on a smiling face. He treated those who came forward to congratulate him with courtesy and laughed heartily.

The underworld of this country has welcomed a new king.

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That night.

On the outskirts of Moscow, the small town of Sureslavl is completely quiet.

Just like last time, the black car drove silently towards the red house under the cover of darkness.

But the atmosphere in the car was completely different from last time.

Anton was extremely excited and was dancing with joy. The power of the group had increased exponentially. As the second-in-command of the group, his status and position naturally rose as well, to the point that he became a little inflated.

"Boss, what do you think Mr. Li's purpose is? It must not be as simple as using us to kill Ivankov, otherwise he would not have gone to such great lengths to help us annex Ivankov's forces."

Timofeev, who closed his eyes to rest, said calmly: "Don't you have the answer in your heart?"

Timofeyev was very sad. Before leaving home, he asked Yelena for a divorce.

There is no doubt that he loves Yelena deeply.

He would still keep Yelena by his side and let her enjoy all the glory.

But how could an underground overlord like him have a second-hand wife?

This is not the point. The point is that Yelena disagreed, was very emotional, and threatened to expose his secret.

So his heart hurts, very much!
"Boss, I don't think we should become tools of anyone!" Anton said seriously.

"What tool? That's such a harsh word." Timofeev opened his eyes, patted him on the head with his hand, and said with a very serious expression, "Don't have any evil thoughts."

"But with our current strength..."

"To be honest, I'm a little afraid of him," Timofeev interrupted.

Anton opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"I'm not afraid of anyone, no matter how vicious he is, but people like him... are very scary." Timofeev said in a deep voice, "Think about it, that's Ivankov, a tyrant who has dominated for decades. If we listen to him and get rid of Ivankov, it will only take a few days?"

Anton swallowed.

"His brain is not like that of a human. No wonder he can become the richest man in the world at such a young age. The richest man in the world! He is still the richest man in the world! Do you want to fight him?"

Before Anton could reply, Timofeev commented, "Then you are a fool."

"First of all, money makes the world go round. How valuable do you think our heads are? Well, even if they are priceless, they are still a drop in the bucket for him. Secondly, such a big money sponsor is something that others can only hope for. And Anton, I warn you, he has something on me!"

Even if that man told about the murder of Ivankov, what impact would it have on him? The worst that could happen is that he would just return home.

Timofeyev's life and property are all here, where can he run?
Timofeev concluded: "There is nothing wrong with cooperating with him."

Mr. Li has made it clear that he will not interfere in his affairs on the underworld.

Mr. Li and Yelena are different after all.

Does he still have the ability to make Mr. Li his vassal?
If not, why offend?
There's no shame in taking orders from the world's richest man.

Besides, Mr. Li is a magnanimous person and he will definitely not let him suffer any loss.

Timofeev understood this principle very clearly.

When they arrived at the Red House, Timofeev still bowed respectfully. Li Jiankun had already asked someone to prepare a sumptuous meal to celebrate his success.

While drinking and chatting, Li Jiankun glanced at Suva, who stood up and handed Timofeyev an exquisite gift box she had prepared.

Timofeev opened it and couldn't recognize the brand, but he knew it was a valuable watch.

"I heard that you like Sylvester Stallone very much, and even your nickname in the underworld comes from his name. This Panerai is his collection, and there is his autograph underneath. I asked someone to get it for you."

Timofeev took out the watch. There was a photo of Stallone at the bottom of the gift box. Sure enough, there was Stallone's autograph on the photo. It was confirmed.

Timofeev couldn't let it go and kept expressing his gratitude. He glanced at Anton with the corner of his eye, as if to say, "I see you have this ability."

This signature looks like the ink is not even dry yet.

Even if Stallone suddenly appeared in this manor the next moment, Timofeev would not find it strange.

Timofeev put away the gift and said respectfully, "Ivankov's forces are now all at my disposal. What are your next instructions?"

Otherwise, why would you need to support yourself?
"Not yet."

Timofeev was slightly startled.

Fortunately, Li Jiankun added: "I am a loyal person and I like loyal friends. You are in your prime now, so I am sure that many people will come to you."

Timofeyev said sternly: "Don't worry, you gave me my current position. I, Timofeyev, will only recognize you as my boss."

Li Jiankun smiled and waved his hand, "That's not necessary. I have so many people to support, and I have to do business. But I hope you can do two things: First, we don't know each other; second, let me know those who want to replace me. I believe you have also thought about why I am here. It is mainly about economic issues. Your country's economy is very turbulent, and I don't need to tell you. Some people are stirring up trouble, and we may have friction."

Timofeev was confused by what he heard, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He didn't understand the national affairs on the economic level, and he couldn't interfere. He simply nodded and said, "Sure."

Just as Li Jiankun said.

For the next period of time, Timofeev was very busy.

While reorganizing Ivankov's power and property, he also had to spare more time for various social engagements every day.

For a moment, he felt that the whole world was so friendly to him.

The news was also quietly delivered to the red house in the small town of Sureslavl.

That afternoon, Suwa had just finished a phone call and walked up the solid wooden stairs to the third floor. When she passed the room next to the boss's bedroom, she subconsciously quickened her pace.

After knocking on the door.

The boss was sitting at the mahogany desk, writing and drawing, with many papers scattered on the table.

Suwa closed the door gently and stood at the door to report: "Boss, there was a call from over there saying that a woman named Tracy..."

Li Jiankun suddenly looked up, his eyes shining with brilliance, which scared Su Wa.

"Okay, I got it. Contact Timofeev and ask him to find a safe place and call me."

"Uh... yes."

After Suwa left, Li Jiankun stood up from the soft-back chair and waved his fist vigorously.

It really fell into the trap.

Some surprises, but also expected.

If Judy needs to seek cooperation from the underworld, now that her old lover Ivankov is dead, who else is qualified to replace him?

"This time, I'll see where you can escape!"

Li Jiankun spread out his five fingers, twisted them in front of him, and clenched them tightly.

(End of this chapter)