The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 497 This is just the beginning

Early in the morning, outside the city of Houston, a middle-aged man in gentleman's clothes arrived here in a horse-drawn carriage and was stopped by the police guarding the road.

The two sides exchanged a few words and the carriage was allowed to pass.

This is the butler of a wealthy man.

After a while, the carriage stopped by the roadside. The man in the carriage looked through the window at the cross standing in the wilderness and subconsciously shrank back.

He could faintly smell a burnt odor in the air.

This was not the first time he had seen such a tragic scene.

Especially ten years ago, when the KKK was at its most active, he saw such scenes more than once.

But this time it's different.

The identities of those on the cross were completely different.

Although there was no human figure visible on the cross, he vaguely knew the identities of several of them.

He suppressed his nausea and counted the number of crosses before he looked away and rang the bell for the coachman to turn around and go back to the city.

By the morning, what happened last night had spread throughout Houston's upper class circles.

Including the crosses in the wilderness outside the city and the identities of those people.

Several congressmen and wealthy people died just like that.

However, the storm has not stopped.

In the morning, a horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of a trading company in the Port of Houston.

A well-dressed man had just got off the carriage when several men in gentlemen's suits and hats came over on the street.

After getting closer, they pulled out revolvers from their pockets and fired continuously at the other person's chest.

Bang, bang, bang! Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, the man fell to the ground after being shot several times.

When the people around saw this scene, they were stunned at first, and then screamed.

The gunmen walked up to the other person, shot him again in the head, then put the gun back into their arms and left as if nothing had happened.

It was not until they left that the coachman and the employees of the trading company who were hiding on the other side of the carriage went over to check.

The people on the ground were obviously dead beyond death.

At the port where cargo was being loaded and unloaded, several white people were sitting on boxes and chatting. A horse-drawn carriage drove over. Several people subconsciously looked over and saw the muzzle of a gun sticking out of the window.

Several people were startled and quickly jumped to the side to avoid it.

Da da da!
A fire snake spewed out from the muzzle of the gun sticking out of the carriage window, shooting the two men into sieves.

Then the carriage door opened, and several sturdy Germans got out of the carriage and opened fire with submachine guns at the two figures who were fleeing into the distance.

Blood flowers bloomed behind the two figures, and they fell directly to the ground.

The gunmen glanced around and returned to the carriage, which drove away.

Such scenes are happening repeatedly in many places in Houston.

Let everyone know that what happened last night was just the beginning, not the end.

……

It was almost noon when Chen Zhengwei climbed out of bed, opened the window and looked outside.

After the rain, the air in Houston is particularly fresh.

Chen Zhengwei glanced at the street below, picked up a cigar from the box, lit it, and collapsed on the sofa.

After smoking the cigar, Chen Zhengwei went downstairs to eat.

Several thugs were standing in the corridor. When they saw Chen Zhengwei coming out of the room, they said:

"Brother Wei, someone wants to see you!"

"Who is it?" Chen Zhengwei asked while yawning.

"His name is Charles H. Milam, and this is his business card!" The henchman handed over the business card.

Chen Zhengwei didn't even glance at him: "Let him wait!"

When I went downstairs, I saw a middle-aged man in the hotel lobby. He was well-dressed but looked a little haggard. It was obvious that he did not sleep well last night.

He went to inform Rice last night, but he didn't expect that Rice was arrested within half an hour.

Then news came that Rice and two other wealthy people who refused Chen Zhengwei's banquet were burned to death.

Chen Zhengwei's desire for revenge frightened him, and the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He rushed to the hotel this morning and has been waiting ever since.

Seeing Chen Zhengwei coming down, Charles H. Milam immediately wanted to come over, but was pushed aside by his men.

Chen Zhengwei took his people directly to the restaurant.

Seeing this scene, Charles H. Milam became even more panicked and shouted behind him:
"Mr. Chen!"

A thug stopped and turned to look at him unkindly.

"Wait here!"

Who in San Francisco doesn't know that Chen Zhengwei will deal with things after lunch?
How come people in Houston are so ignorant?
……

"Is this food for human consumption? Send a telegram to get a cook over here!" In front of Chen Zhengwei were steak, sturgeon, fried eggs, bread and mushroom soup.

It is already rich enough for ordinary people and even ordinary wealthy people, but Chen Zhengwei is still very dissatisfied.

Halfway through the meal, Green and Schultz came back just in time.

He and Schultz started working in the morning and only came back to report when they knew Chen Zhengwei should have woken up.

"Boss, I found out who notified Rice last night... Charles H. Milam..."

"Sounds familiar!" Chen Zhengwei waved at the henchman: "What was the name of that guy just now?"

"Viagra, Charles H. Milam."

"It's indeed the one who flopped!" Chen Zhengwei nodded.

"Also, some people have left Houston since this morning. Should we do anything?" Green knew what was going on as soon as he heard it, and then asked again.

"No need. Their businesses are all here. Where can they go?" Chen Zhengwei said while eating breakfast reluctantly.

If they don't come back, then the property will be ownerless.

It would be a waste to leave things without an owner, so it is better to let them create greater value.

Then Schultz said, "Boss, we killed some people related to the KKK this morning, and some others have not been found yet, so they may run away."

"If some of them don't run away, how can they call people? Kill those who can be found first!" Chen Zhengwei thought for a while and said, "Contact the newspaper and arrange for two reporters to come in the evening... It should be on the headlines of the local newspaper tomorrow."

“Not just Houston newspapers, but newspapers all over Texas will publish this!”

Chen Zhengwei has always liked to use public opinion to stir up people's emotions and coerce them.

After the meal, Chen Zhengwei had the table cleaned up, and then he ordered while picking his teeth: "Send that person over."

Charles H. Milam was brought to Chen Zhengwei's desk. He lowered his head and said nervously, "Mr. Chen!"

Chen Zhengwei turned his head and glanced at him: "You know, I don't like people who are taller than me."

"No one in San Francisco is taller than me. Do you know why?"

Charles Milam reacted immediately and bent over quickly, but it was not enough, so he squatted a little bit, and was a little shorter than Chen Zhengwei who was sitting there. "What? Your legs are stiff and you can't squat? Then don't squat, lest others think I'm bullying you!" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows and said with a fake smile.

Charles Milam squatted down and forced a smile.

"Mr. Chen..."

"You squat like this...you look like a dog!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

Charles Milam's face flushed, but he didn't dare to show any anger.

"Put your hands here!" Chen Zhengwei raised his chin towards the table.

Charles Milam slowly placed his hands on the table.

Chen Zhengwei grabbed the ashtray and smashed it down.

Boom!
The entire glass ashtray was shattered, and Charles Milam's fingers and the back of his hands were covered in blood.

"Ah--!" Charles Milam grabbed his hands, groaning in pain, veins popping out on his forehead, and squatting on the ground, twisting his body continuously.

I resisted the urge to scream out loud.

"Put it on the table!" Chen Zhengwei said expressionlessly.

Charles Milam was almost in tears. He covered his hands for a while before he placed his hands on the table again in fear.

He could no longer straighten his hand as Chen Zhengwei's blow had broken his finger bones and joints.

Chen Zhengwei raised his hand, took a new ashtray from the henchman, and smashed it down again.

Boom!
Charles Milam clasped his arms between his knees, almost fainting, and groaning in his throat.

"Now I can give you a chance to speak!" Chen Zhengwei stretched out his hand to the side, and the henchman next to him immediately handed him a cut cigar and lit it for Chen Zhengwei.

Then a brand new ashtray was placed on the table.

When Charles Milam saw the ashtray, his body trembled and fear appeared in his eyes.

"You still have three minutes!" Chen Zhengwei said again.

"Mr. Chen, please forgive me. I can help Mr. Chen find out about the KKK!" Charles Milam said in a trembling voice, grabbing his bloody right hand.

"There are so many people who can help me get information...why should I keep you?" Chen Zhengwei glanced at him casually.

"Give me a reason!"

"I can also help Mr. Chen find out about other wealthy people... If anyone is dissatisfied with Mr. Chen, I... Mr. Chen, give me a chance!" Charles Milam's voice was still trembling.

From last night until now, he was really scared and his heart was filled with fear.

What he regretted most now was that he had informed Rice in order to build a good relationship with him.

He had thought that Chen Zhengwei would take revenge on Rice, but he did not expect Chen Zhengwei's revenge to be so fierce and ruthless.

He didn't want to go through it again.

Charles Milam looked at his bloody hand and knew that his hand was useless.

This kind of injury is definitely incurable.

"As long as I show a little dissatisfaction with Mr. Chen, others will definitely not hide it from me..."

Chen Zhengwei thought about it and waved towards Schultz.

"The other person last night... you take him over! Of course, you don't need to show up. Just take them over." Chen Zhengwei said.

Keeping this person around does have some use.

As for how long he stays, it depends on how he performs.

"Thank you Mr. Chen, thank you Mr. Chen..." Charles Milam felt that he had saved his life.

Chen Zhengwei waved his hand casually, indicating that he could go away.

Charles Milam then stood up, hunched over and backed away. He staggered away holding his hands when he was a few meters away.

Schultz led his men to follow him.

Chen Zhengwei also stood up and walked out to the city hall building.

"Mr. Chen, welcome!" When Joseph R. Morris saw Chen Zhengwei, he stepped forward and shook hands enthusiastically, then invited him to sit aside.

"This morning, Houston has already made plans and programs to combat the KKK!" Joseph Morris took a document from the table and placed it in front of Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei took the stack of handwritten documents, the ink on which had not yet completely dried.

The above mainly combats the KKK through administrative propaganda and calls on the community to spontaneously fight against the KKK.

Increased prosecution of KKK members and law enforcement.

In addition, police detectives were mobilized to monitor and crack down on the KKK's secret gatherings and illegal activities.

There are many contents in this plan, but the main points are these three.

Chen Zhengwei took a look at it and threw it back on the coffee table, crossing his legs and saying, "If such a simple plan could combat the KKK, then the KKK wouldn't be so rampant!"

"Mr. Chen can put forward some suggestions! We will definitely consider them seriously!" Joseph Morris said immediately.

He said he was considering it seriously, but he would do it as long as he could do it.

"The Houston Police Department has less than 50 people. What can they do? Go and give them a consolation performance?" Chen Zhengwei asked directly.

"The Houston City Government should pay to hire a security team to cooperate with the police in monitoring and arresting tasks, and give them the power to enforce the KKK. As long as any trace of the KKK is found, it will be immediately cracked down!"

"We don't need to hire too many people. After all, Houston has less than 2 people. Hiring 2000 people is enough, and they can arrive today or tomorrow."

"As for the price, it's $20 per month!"

Joseph Morris was filled with shock. He didn't expect that Chen Zhengwei had arranged 2000 people to come to Houston?
You have to know that this city has only more than 16,000 people.

As far as he knew, the last time Chen Zhengwei went to war with Washington, he only deployed 2000 troops in total.

"Mr. Chen... I personally have no objection... But you also know that Houston is a small city, and in terms of finances..." Morris was sweating a little. Houston's finances really couldn't come up with the money.

"If you don't have money, then try to collect taxes! Or ask those rich people for donations! A 'living person' can't be suffocated to death by urine, right? Unless it's a dead person!" Chen Zhengwei looked at him and said.

"If there is really no other way, you can mortgage the port or issue city bonds. I can help you in this regard."

"As long as we wipe out the KKK thugs and return peace to the citizens of Houston, there will be no need to hire a security company! In fact, the cost is not as high as you think!"

Joseph Morris' heart tightened when he heard this.

"Mr. Chen is right!"

"In addition, we will promote racial equality in the Houston area and call on citizens to proactively report any suspected KKK members! As long as they are confirmed to be KKK members, there will be a $3 reward!"

"Citizens are called upon to actively participate in the fight against and arrest of the KKK, and to have the courage to resist the KKK's atrocities. Even if a KKK member is 'accidentally' shot dead during a conflict with the KKK, he will not be prosecuted..."

"Former KKK members can reduce their sentences by turning themselves in to the police and incriminating other KKK members."

"The KKK is the cancer of this country and this society. We must do whatever it takes to fight the KKK."

　I have been out of town recently, so the updates may not be stable.

　　In fact, I have been out for several days, and I have been typing in the hotel every day...

　　I spent half a day on the bus today and changed cities, so I really can’t write anymore.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)