The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 263: The local gangs are too bullying

"This is San Francisco, not Chicago! Be careful when you go out this time!"

"We have to find Lucky Colm and the others. At least we have to know what happened and where the money is!"

On the ship from Oakland to San Francisco, a short man in gentleman's suit with a round face said to the others.

If Lucky Star Colm had completed the deal, he would have sent a telegram to the gang.

However, there was no movement for several days, and the Chicago South Gang immediately knew that something had happened, and immediately sent people to investigate. However, there was a train breakdown in the middle, which delayed them for a few more days, and they have only just arrived.

The man leading the group was called "Soap Smith," a nickname he got because he used to scam people on the streets of Chicago using the "soap" scam.

The scam is simple: money is wrapped in soap and then placed together with regular soap bars, with the claim that some of the bars contain money.

Then one or two “winning” soaps are “randomly” selected in full view of everyone.

When passers-by see that someone can get money from soap, they will believe the game and pay much more than the normal price for soap.

A simple trick, but one that works well in this day and age.

There were twelve people in the group, besides Soap Smith, there was his deputy John Morrissey, a boxer and a famous Chicago thug.

When the group arrived in San Francisco by boat, they found that Chinese young people wearing gentlemen's suits and soft hats were everywhere in the port.

"It's a local gang. Colm said last time he went back that he had contacted the most powerful Irish gang in the local area, and then the gang leader was killed by the Chinese!" Soap Smith whispered as he looked around.

As soon as they got off the boat, they dispersed to avoid being noticed.

"Maybe it has something to do with them!" said the young man next to Soap Smith.

"Maybe! Let's stay in a hotel first, and then ask the Jews about it!"

Soap Smith and his group were very careful, but just behind them, several Chinese youths looked at each other and then quietly followed them separately.

To get from Chicago to San Francisco, you can only go to Oakland first and then take a boat to San Francisco.

Chen Zhengwei had already arranged people to keep an eye on the situation, and before leaving, he also reminded Rong Jiacai. Rong Jiacai did not dare to be careless and specifically instructed Yan Qingyou.

Gangsters look different from ordinary people. Even if they are wearing gentleman's clothes, they are inherently fierce.

Even if the 12 people walked separately, they would still be conspicuous enough.

He was targeted directly.

Soon, the group checked into a hotel and left to inquire about the news of the Jewish man Jamie Mays.

These people all came from the streets of the city, and they understand the rules of survival on the streets very well and know how to get information.

After some indirect inquiries, I soon learned a piece of news.

"The Jewish gang is gone. Jamie Mays and his men... they're all dead. The Chinese did it. Maybe some are still alive, but we don't know where they are, and there's no need to look for them!"

"From what I heard, the incident happened more than half a month ago. Colm should have arrived in San Francisco by then!"

"It has something to do with the Chinese. The money is probably in their hands!"

"Also, the Chinese have great influence here and have occupied half of San Francisco. We can't handle this matter, so let's send a telegram back!" Soap Smith thought for a moment and said directly.

While they were trying to find out the news, Rong Jiacai was in the office of the casino. Not far away was his wife, Zhu Xiuniang, who had come from overseas.

His appearance was only above average, but he was well-educated, literate, and had a gentle personality. It was said that his family was once wealthy and a prominent family in Taishan, but later fell into poverty due to business.

Rong Jiacai's family also asked someone to find this marriage.

After this period of contact, Rong Jiacai was quite satisfied.

Therefore, the relationship between the two has improved rapidly in recent days. Rong Jiacai is handling things in the office, while the other party is reading and writing not far away.

"Scholar!" There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Rong Jiacai withdrew his gaze from Zhu Xiuniang.

"Hello, sister-in-law! Scholar, a boatload of people came from Auckland today, and some of them look like gang members. They should be the people Brother Wei asked us to pay attention to." After Yan Qingyou came in, he greeted Zhu Xiuniang with a smile, and then sat down opposite Rong Jiacai.

"how many people?"

"Twelve. They went off on their own, but all are staying at the Baldwin Hotel, over on Market Street."

"They thought they could walk separately without being noticed... I've always had people watching over there!"

"Is someone watching them?" Rong Jiacai asked.

"There are three more people watching!"

"Just let Michael take people to arrest them! People from Chicago, do they still want to come here to cause trouble?" Rong Jiacai said with a smile.

Why do it yourself when you can let Michael catch the person?

"I know, I just came to say hello to you!" Yan Qingyou stood up and rummaged through the wine cabinet on the side, then took out a bottle of whiskey.

"It's been so long, and there are still so many? You haven't moved at all?" Yan Qingyou asked with a smile.

"I'm not used to these foreign liquors!" Rong Jiacai shrugged.

"Then it's mine! Brother Wei's wine is quite expensive!" Yan Qingyou directly took two bottles from the wine cabinet.

He first opened a bottle, poured himself half a cup, and then sat there chatting with Rong Jiacai.

After waiting for a while, another thug came over.

"Brother You, Brother Xiucai! Those people really went to the streets to inquire about the news of the Jews."

"That's right, I'll go find Michael!" Hearing this, Yan Qingyou didn't wait any longer and just left with the wine.

……

While Soap Smith and others were still discussing in the hotel, Michael had already arrived at the hotel with his people.

"Brother Wei is also from the Investigation Bureau. We'll help you keep an eye on things outside!" Yan Qingyou led a group of people and stood behind with a smile.

Michael gave him an unpleasant look and said, “Take care of the people in the hotel!”

This hotel is a high-end hotel, it is a private property, and the owner is very rich. He doesn't have a search warrant or arrest warrant, so people may not let them arrest people here.

It would be much easier if Yan Qingyou came forward than if I did it myself!
It sounds funny, but it's the truth.

Those rich people are not afraid of the police, but they are definitely afraid of China Chen.

"Okay! I'll go tell them!" Yan Qingyou shrugged and staggered into the hotel with his men.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered the hotel, the hotel manager came to greet me immediately.

"Sir, officer...what are you doing..."

"Catch them! There are twelve people staying at your place today! All of them are men, carrying suitcases. Which floor are they on? Which room?" Yan Qingyou asked directly.

"Sir..." The other party hesitated.

Just like Michael said, this is a high-end hotel and the FBI cannot come in and arrest anyone without a search warrant.

They must ensure that guests are not disturbed while in the hotel.

"You know who I am! If those people run away, your hotel will no longer be open. Do you think your boss will hang you outside?" Yan Qingyou walked directly to the manager and said with a sneer.

The hotel manager immediately turned to the front desk and said, "Check the room number!"

"Wouldn't it have been better if you did this earlier? You were trying to stop me just now?" Yan Qingyou sneered, then turned to look at Michael and mouthed, "Done!"

"3012, 3014! 3025!" the receptionist said.

Michael immediately took people upstairs.

He tiptoed to the outside of several rooms and listened for a while, then found the room where those people were.

Michael pulled out his pistol, then stood aside and gave the others a look.

An agent took two steps back, then rushed forward and kicked the door open. A group of people rushed in with guns.

"Investigation Bureau!"

"Don't move!"

"Now I suspect you are involved in a robbery and murder case! Raise your hands, raise your hands!"

Soap Smith and others were still discussing sending a telegram back to Chicago tomorrow when suddenly a group of police rushed in and pointed guns at their heads.

Soap Smith was confused.

Then a surge of anger rushed from the bottom of my heart to the top of my head.

"We didn't rob or kill anyone. We are here to do business and we just arrived in San Francisco today!" Soap Smith still wanted to argue.

This is San Francisco, not Chicago! They have only been here for half a day and haven't even had a fight, let alone robbing or killing someone.

However, several agents pulled out sticks and smashed it down.

"Whether you have violated the law or not, we will have to investigate to find out!"

A group of agents pulled the guns out of their bodies and tied them up in a row with ropes.

Soap Smith and the others were dragged out cursing, still holding out a glimmer of hope that it was all a misunderstanding.

However, when they were taken downstairs, they saw Yan Qingyou sitting on the sofa in the hall, and several of his men behind him.

Yan Qingyou also waved at them, as if greeting them.

At this moment, Soap Smith and others all understood.

As soon as they arrived in San Francisco, they were targeted, and the other party actually ordered the police to arrest them.

Soap Smith and the others were so angry that they almost exploded, with a look of frustration on their faces.

The gangs in San Francisco are too bullying and have no rules!

And the police in San Francisco have actually become thugs for gangs, which is such a shame!

Now Soap Smith was certain that the money was in the hands of the Chinese.

So they prepared early on.

"You will regret this!" John Morrissey cursed angrily, with a fierce look on his face.

"Let's talk about it after you come out of prison! If you still have a chance to get out!" Yan Qingyou sneered, then greeted Michael with a smile.

"Thank you, officer!" "This is a model of police-civilian cooperation!"

"Put him in jail first, and then I'll ask Brother Wei what to do!"

Michael nodded and took his men to escort the visitors from Chicago back to the Bureau of Investigation.

……

Chen Zhengwei led a dozen people to climb the mountain for half a day and did not return until dark. The only gain was two rabbits, which were caught by Lin Changning.

I got the news as soon as I got back to the farm.

"Brother Wei, a telegram came from San Francisco saying twelve people came from Chicago and they were all arrested!"

"Michael led people to arrest them and put them in jail!"

"The people in Chicago are so useless, how dare they come to San Francisco to cause trouble?" Chen Zhengwei sneered, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Let them continue to send telegrams to Chicago for help!"

Since we have offended them, just defeat them directly.

It doesn't take much effort anyway, just send a telegram to fish.

See how many of them can come and deliver it.

Next time, just arrange someone to keep an eye on it at Auckland Railway Station.

(End of this chapter)