The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 453 The Art of Despair

Accompanied by gunshots and flames, the bar was in chaos, the table was overturned, and three people fell to the ground, howling and cursing.

"Be quiet!" Rong Jiahong swept the bullet towards the roof.

The bar immediately became much quieter.

Rong Jiahong threw the gun to a henchman beside him, walked up to the three people, looked down, and then turned his head to look around: "Is there anyone here who is their accomplice?"

Everyone else lowered their heads and no one said a word.

Rong Jiahong sat on the high stool in front of the bar, patted the bar with one hand, and said to a forty-something foreigner behind the bar: "Tell me, are there any other accomplices of theirs here?"

"No, just a few of them!"

"Did they put the slot machines here? Who are they?" Rong Jiahong asked with a bright smile on his face.

The boss glanced at the three people on the ground and didn't dare to speak.

"What? You are also their accomplice?" Rong Jiahong smiled even more brightly.

Rong Jiahong is not tall, only 1.65 meters, and has a delicate appearance. He looks good when he smiles, but the boss felt a chill in his heart when he saw the smile on his face.

"The Atlantic Avenue Gang..."

"Atlantic Avenue Gang? What the hell is that?" Rong Jiahong took out a cigarette and lit it. "Tell me about it..."

"An Irish gang, whose main activity area is Atlantic Avenue..." the bar owner said honestly, not daring to hide anything.

Everyone knows that this group of Chinese in New York are extremely brutal and difficult to deal with.

It can be seen from his actions after he came in. He didn't even ask a question and just opened fire with his gun, without even considering whether he had found the wrong person.

"Oh! Where is their boss?" Rong Jiahong asked while smoking.

"What exactly do you want?" A foreigner lying on the ground, covering his legs, raised his head with sweat on his forehead and asked. In addition to ferocity, there was more fear in his eyes.

Cruelty is just an appearance, it is the law of survival for the lower classes of society.

If you don't behave fiercely enough, your bones will be crushed and eaten.

"How is it? I was just wondering what you guys want to do." Rong Jiahong glanced at him. "Have you paid the patent fee? You dare to steal our business? You are the most courageous in the whole United States!"

Now everyone understood.

"Our boss asked us to watch...we don't know anything..." three injured Atlantic Avenue gang members on the ground pleaded.

"Very good, tell us where your boss is!" Rong Jiahong looked at them.

The three were still hesitant, so Rong Jiahong said directly: "Drag them out!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked out.

"We said, at the Irish billiard hall on Atlantic Avenue..." one of the gang members shouted quickly, with fear in his eyes. If they were dragged out by these Chinese, God knew what would happen to them.

But it is conceivable that it will not be a good thing.

"I've told you everything I know, please let me go..."

"Do you know that what I hate most is people like you who don't keep their loyalty? Do you know what is the most important thing when you are out there? Loyalty! Loyalty! I didn't even touch you, and you sold out your boss?"

Rong Jiahong gave him a sarcastic smile, stretched out his right hand, made a pistol gesture, and pointed it in the direction of the other person's forehead.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded from Rong Jiahong's mouth.

Then turned around and walked out.

The three gang members then breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that they had saved their lives.

However, when Rong Jiahong passed by a thug, he directly took the gun from his hand, turned around and pulled the trigger at the three people on the ground.

The three men were trembling all over and were beaten like sieves.

"This is the result of being disloyal and betraying the boss!" Rong Jiahong spat on the ground, threw the gun to his henchman, and led the way outside.

The group glanced at the people in the bar and then filed out.

As the group of people left, the chill in the bar dissipated.

But still no one dared to speak.

"It's so cold today! But my heart is even colder! Do you know why? These people are so disloyal. They say they will sell out the boss and that's it! It's so heartbreaking!" Rong Jiahong kept chattering after he went out. He rubbed his palms and stood on the street for a while. Others also came back one after another.

The results obtained are similar.

The gang was from the Atlantic Avenue Gang, an Irish immigrant gang.

"Hey, you lead the way. Atlantic Avenue, Irish Billiard Hall." Rong Jiahong called Eastman's men over.

He put his hands in his coat pockets, so his hands wouldn't be frozen, but he felt his nose was frozen.

The longer you stay outside, the colder it gets.

The group of people went to the Irish billiard hall in a menacing manner and kicked the door open.

A group of people walked in with the cold air outside.

There was a bar and four billiard tables in the billiard room. Some people were playing billiard. When they saw these people, they stopped immediately and held the cue tightly in their hands.

"Who are you?" someone asked.

"Where is your boss?" Rong Jiahong scanned the billiard hall, and then saw that most people's eyes were looking at a long-haired man holding a pool cue at a table.

"What do you want from me? It seems like I have no grudge against you." The long-haired man asked.

"No festival?" Rong Jiahong sneered.

"You dare to take our business, and you still say there is no festival?"

"what business?"

"Kill everyone except him!" Rong Jiahong took his hand out of his coat pocket and put it over his nose.

This made his nose feel a little better.

As he spoke, the others pulled out their guns and started shooting.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Irishmen hurriedly took out their pistols from their waists. However, they fell down with bullet holes all over their bodies before they even had a chance to fire.

There were bullet holes everywhere on the billiard table, walls, and chairs around.

The long-haired man's eyes were bloodshot, and he said with fear: "You lunatics, what are you going to do? I haven't offended you!"

After everyone else was killed, Rong Jiahong said slowly, "Do I need to remind you?"

"Where did you get the slot machines from? Is it easy to make money? In the whole United States, we are the only ones doing this business, and there are people we allow to do it."

"I don't know, no one told me!" The long-haired man had hatred in his eyes, he was almost crazy.

"Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know? Haven't you noticed that no one in the whole of New York does this except Eastman? Are all the others dumber than you?" Rong Jiahong sneered.

"It's just that others don't have as much courage as you!"

"This is Brooklyn, not New York. This is not your territory! Do we need your consent to do business on our own territory?" the long-haired man roared.

"Bingo!" Rong Jiahong snapped his fingers and pointed at him: "You're right!"

"Even if we want to do business on your territory, we still need your consent!" Rong Jiahong glanced at the corpse on the ground and said with a smile:
"This is what happens without our consent!"

"Ask him where he got the slot machine!" Rong Jiahong walked to the bar and glanced at the waiter who was squatting and shivering inside the bar.

"How come there's still someone alive here?" "No... please, no, I'm working here, I'm not..."

"Don't worry, after all, I'm not a murderer!" Rong Jiahong comforted him.

"Give me a whiskey, it's damn cold today!"

The waiter poured him a glass of whiskey, trembling all over, and broke several glasses in his panic.

A moment later, the thug pried open the Atlantic Avenue Gang leader's mouth.

"It was made by a factory in Brooklyn... He found out about the slot machines in New York and asked someone to copy them."

"What should we do next?"

"Go burn down that factory and warn the other party! Take this guy back with you. I just happen to have an idea." Rong Jiahong said.

He killed the Atlantic Avenue Gang to make an example of them and tell others that no one is allowed to touch this business.

As for the processing plant, it doesn’t matter. Since he is not the main culprit, just burn the factory to warn him.

After a moment, Rong Jiahong threw the empty wine glass away. He couldn't wait to go back and try out his idea.

After the group left, the waiter was left collapsed on the ground. However, the smell of blood in the billiard hall kept irritating him, making his stomach churn and he vomited.

It took a while for Brooklyn police to arrive.

"What's going on?" The policeman came with a fierce look on his face and went straight to the only survivor.

After asking several times, the police looked at each other and said with lingering fear: "Fuck, we almost got into trouble."

"Almost! We were planning to do this, too, but luckily some unlucky guy tried it first!"

"The Chinese say that only those they allow can do it? How fucking arrogant!"

"Go back and tell the boss."

These people have special identities, they are members of the Brooklyn Police Gang.

They are police and gangsters.

They do everything from collecting protection fees, extortion, blackmail, smuggling and other illegal businesses as long as they can make money.

They originally wanted to do the slot machine business, but luckily a group of unlucky people were found first.

Although they have the identity of police officers, the Chinese in New York dare to do anything and do not care about their identity as police officers.

"What about this side of things? Should we stop the reporters?"

"No need, let them report!" said a police officer with a turn of his eyes.

……

On the afternoon of the third day, when Xu Yan came out of the hotel, he saw a statue not far from the hotel.

A life-size cement statue that looks lifelike, with a face full of despair and pain.

"What is this? Who put it here?" Xu Yan called his men to ask.

"Brother Hong put it here this morning!"

"Ah Hong?" Xu Yan looked at the cement statue carefully, reached out and touched it, then stepped back a few steps to look at it: "Why do I feel like this thing is a real person?"

The thug next to him didn't dare to say a word.

Xu Yan saw his reaction and immediately understood. He frowned and said, “Throw this thing away!”

"When Hong comes back, let him come find me."

At night, Xu Yan saw Rong Jiahong and asked calmly, "Are you crazy? You poured cement into a person and put him in front of the hotel?"

"How is it? Does it look good? Can you feel the feeling of despair?" Ah Hong asked excitedly.

"It's pretty as hell! If you want to have a fit, go somewhere else! Don't fucking have a fit here! Have you ever thought about what will happen if this gets out?" Xu Yan cursed.

He wasn't very angry, but he wasn't going to encourage Rong Jiahong's current madness.

Making a statue is a trivial matter, but he is afraid that Rong Jiahong will become more and more crazy.

"What else? That guy is the idiot who dared to make fake slot machines. We must kill him, right? What's the difference?" Rong Jiahong disagreed.

When a person dies, he or she will rot into bones, and the smell is enough to kill even a dog.

I gave the other person a chance to become art.

That loser should thank himself for being alive.

"We kill people to achieve our goals. We are not perverts!" Xu Yan said.

"This is art! The purpose of art is to express human emotions, whether it is love, pain, or despair, people should be able to feel the creator's emotions! I think this is a perfect expression!" Rong Jiahong argued with Xu Yan very seriously.

Hearing this, even someone as good-tempered as Xu Yan wanted to curse, "Fuck art."

"There's something wrong with you!" Even though Xu Yan was smart, he didn't know how to deal with Rong Jiahong's situation.

"Look, I've done what you asked me to do. I've dealt with the fake slot machine issue, and I've made an example of someone who should be punished!" Rong Jiahong spread his hands, "The rest is my own business!"

He doesn't need others to tell him what to do with his art.

Xu Yan looked at him for a long time. He didn't want to quarrel with Rong Jiahong, so he warned him, "I don't care what you do, but you can't cause any trouble. Especially something like today, it can't happen again!"

Then he waved his hand to signal him to go.

A moment later, a henchman came over to inform Xu Yan: "Brother Yan, a police officer from Brooklyn is here to visit you!"

"Brooklyn police officer?" Xu Yan was a little confused. "Bring him here!"

……

"Brooklyn Police Gang?" Chen Zhengwei was a little surprised after receiving the telegram and read it carefully.

"Both the police and the gangsters..."

In fact, in this era, it is not uncommon for police officers to be corrupt and commit crimes.

But it is quite rare to create a gang directly within the police station.

There are dozens of people in the entire gang. The highest-ranking one is a police captain, and the others are all police officers from the Brooklyn Investigation Bureau.

After meeting the people helped by the Brooklyn police officer, Xu Yan asked someone to check it out, and the result surprised him a little.

Then he sent a telegram to Chen Zhengwei.

"Refuse them. They are not allowed to touch the slot machines." Chen Zhengwei thought for a moment and said, "But we can cooperate in other aspects. We can provide them with smuggled Cuban cigars and other contraband. In addition, we can contact their boss and see what kind of person he is!"

Currently, only members of the committee are allowed to operate slot machines. In his plan, the committee will control the slot machine business in all cities in the United States.

After all, you have to help others make money before they will follow you.

He had no intention of putting these people on the committee, and certainly no intention of making exceptions for them.

After all, it’s just an investigation bureau in one city, so he won’t take it too seriously.

I just think these people are very courageous and interesting, the kind I like.

That's why he asked Xu Yan to contact them.

(End of this chapter)