The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 533 New York, Committee Meeting
The owner of the Washington Post was shot dead outside the newspaper office, which was then burned down.

The news spread within half an hour.

The owners and editors-in-chief of every newspaper became very alert and quickly ran to their own newspapers to check the layout of the news content.

Anything that makes people feel uncomfortable will make them fly into a rage: "Do you want to change your boss? If you want to die, jump into the river now, or find a rope to hang yourself! Don't hold me back!"

Therefore, the reports about Chen Zhengwei in Washington newspapers the next day were all very "fair!"

They even decided not to report on Chen Zhengwei.

After having his morning tea, Chen Zhengwei sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, reading a newspaper, and then threw a newspaper to his henchman.

"Why am I not in this newspaper? So many people are reported, but I am not..."

"Go ask their boss if he has any problem with me! Or does he think I'm not worthy of being in their newspaper?"

In the evening, Chen Zhengwei took a carriage to the Ebut House Hotel. After getting off the carriage and turning around, Cicely held his arm and got out of the carriage.

Cicely wore an ivory silk gown with a sleeveless, low-cut bodice embellished with delicate floral embroidery and a skirt that flowed gracefully to the ground in tiers of tulle pleats.

Pure and full of energy, with a smile on her face.

This girl is always like this, making people feel pleasing to the eye when they see her.

When I entered the hotel lobby, I saw some wealthy and famous people who had not yet entered the banquet hall.

After noticing Chen Zhengwei coming in, everyone stopped talking and came over to say hello.

"Good evening, Mr. Chen!"

"Good evening, ma'am!"

Whether you like Chen Zhengwei or not, everyone has to respect him.

JP Morgan was originally chatting with other people, but when he saw Chen Zhengwei coming, he immediately came up to him with a smile on his face.

"Good evening, Mr. Chen, good evening, Miss Dupont. Thank you for coming to the party!"

"I've heard that Miss Dupont is as beautiful as an angel. I've never seen anyone more well-matched than you two!"

"I will open a club in New York in a few days, you must go! Recently I suddenly feel that you are a nice person!" Chen Zhengwei shook hands with JP Morgan with a smile.

Of course, if the money JP Morgan spent in the club was not in line with his status, Chen Zhengwei would think that JP Morgan was not a good person.

“It will definitely come!”

Chen Zhengwei greeted the group with a smile, and when he entered the banquet hall, he saw Ouyang Ming.

"Mr. Chen!"

"Good evening, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Zhengwei nodded, walked up to Ouyang Ming and said in Cantonese: "How do you feel about being in America?"

"It's very different from the Qing Dynasty! The customs and practices are different." Ouyang Ming said with a smile.

"Don't you think this place is very civilized? These people are very gentlemanly and polite?" Chen Zhengwei looked in other directions with a smile. Everyone who noticed his gaze would smile and nod at him.

Even if they didn't notice Chen Zhengwei's gaze, when Chen Zhengwei looked over, the people around him would remind him.

"Because they are all afraid of me!" Chen Zhengwei retracted his gaze and laughed, his unrestrained temperament suddenly spreading out.

Ouyang Ming looked at Chen Zhengwei with envy from the bottom of his heart.

Who doesn’t want to be like Chen Zhengwei?
He acts rampantly and recklessly.

Although he has many enemies, there are even more people who fear him.

This is what a real man should be like.

Thinking about his own situation again, Ouyang Ming sighed in his heart.

Even if nothing happened, there were countless people in the court who wanted to impeach him.

If there is any disturbance, the court will first hold him accountable.

A few years ago, when Guo Songtao was appointed as the Minister to Britain, he was cursed at by the court. The Celestial Empire has always been the center of the world, and the rest of the world is a land of barbarians. It has always been the envoys from foreign countries who came to pay homage. How could the court send envoys to foreign countries?
In the following years, Guo Songtao was indeed impeached repeatedly. Even the smallest mistake would be picked out and made a big fuss about. He was recalled last year.

His job as the American Minister was even more difficult. Chen Zhengwei had become so powerful and rampant that even the American government did not dare to do anything to him.

As for the domestic situation...a few days ago, they sent a telegram to inquire about the situation in the United States and wanted to send another consul to San Francisco.

After chatting with Ouyang Ming for a few words, Chen Zhengwei walked aside and other people came forward to chat.

"Will you go to New York in a few days? My club is opening, you must go!"

Chen Zhengwei was chatting with people while informing others that his club was opening.

Soon we saw the Russian Imperial Minister, Eduard Andreevich Stocker.

He had heard from Yung Wing about this Russian minister, who had previously ridiculed him at a high society banquet in New York during the Chicago War.

Chen Zhengwei walked straight over, looked at Stocker as if he were a dwarf, and glanced at him with contempt.

"I remember I told you to avoid me when you see me!"

"I want to duel with you and wash away the shame with blood!" Edward Stocker looked at Chen Zhengwei calmly, took out a glove from his pocket and threw it at Chen Zhengwei.

Seeing this scene, the other guests were a little shocked, and then stepped aside with an expression of watching a good show.

Edward Stockel was 1.75 meters tall, a little taller than the average person, and extremely strong. He was a notorious barbarian in New York's upper class society.

Chen Zhengwei is a notorious barbarian in the entire American upper class.

Chen Zhengwei grabbed the white gloves that fell from his body and grinned with a ferocious smile: "Then my choice of method is okay, right? The pistol is the weapon for a gentleman's duel!"

"That's what I want too!" Edward Stocker said coldly.

"The location is right here. I'll give you half an hour to write your suicide note. I can't wait!" Chen Zhengwei laughed.

Edward Stocker glanced at Chen Zhengwei coldly, then turned and walked aside.

He came here today to duel with Chen Zhengwei. Either Chen Zhengwei would die or he would die.

He must use blood to wash away the shame and maintain his honor, otherwise his family will be ridiculed.

Soon, news of the duel between the two spread.

But no one dissuaded it. Although duels are rare nowadays, it is still a way for the upper class to maintain their honor.

Moreover, these two people have special identities. One is a Russian minister and often talks about duels.

The other one is notoriously audacious and ruthless.

As for the law... For the people here, the law has never been an important matter.

Half an hour later, Chen Zhengwei and Russian Minister Edward Stockel stood together. Chen Zhengwei looked at Edward Stockel with a smile, first raised his thumb, and then twisted his thumb downward.

"I heard you have a problem with me! But it doesn't matter. I never care what dead people think!"

"I am the rapid-fire champion of the Russian Empire!" snorted Stocker.

"10 steps!" Chen Zhengwei smiled and picked up a pistol from the tray on the side.

Pistol duels are usually 10 to 20 steps, and usually the longer the distance, the less likely it is to result in death.

On the other hand, if it is a reckless duel, the distance is usually very short.

After hearing the signal, the two turned around and walked ten steps each, with the muzzles of their guns hanging downwards. Chen Zhengwei even whistled frivolously at Cicely, who was looking at him with her fists clenched.

Compared to him, Stocker was much more solemn.

The other onlookers felt that this madman Chen Zhengwei was either sure of victory or he didn't care about his own life at all.

In this kind of pistol duel, no one is sure to win, so it can only be the latter.

Everyone present hoped that Stocker would win. Then the host of the banquet, JP Morgan, said, "Begin!"

The moment the sound rang out, Chen Zhengwei turned around, raised his hand, took a step to the side and opened fire.

boom!boom!
Two gunshots rang out one after another, a bloody hole appeared on Stockel's forehead, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

Chen Zhengwei was unharmed, but a vase behind him was broken.

Cicely rushed over to check Chen Zhengwei's body, then hugged him tightly.

Although she had confidence in him, she had never seen Chen Zhengwei fail.

But she was still worried.

"Goodbye, Russian Minister!" Chen Zhengwei pushed Cecili away and threw the gun into someone else's hand.

He walked up to Stocker's fallen body with a smile, pulled out a pistol from his waist and fired several more shots into his head.

"He's dead, so this is the only way to die cleanly! Otherwise, I'm afraid he will come back to life!" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile.

When others saw his behavior, they felt a chill in their hearts.

Soon, the body of the Russian ambassador was carried away, and the banquet continued.

……

San Francisco Prison, where Salvatore Sabella has been staying for half a month.

I swim and read every day, eat well and sleep well, and I don’t have to worry about being attacked from behind.

He hadn't slept so well in Philadelphia for a long time.

And there are women available to him in prison at any time.

In addition, there are two henchmen here who listen to his orders. If he gets bored, he can go to the ordinary prison next door and have fun there.

The ordinary prisoners in the nearby prison were all silent in front of him, which gave him a great pleasure.

He will spend eight months here, and if it weren't for the high cost, he would like to stay here for two more years.

Today, Sabella was having lunch, trying to decide whether to go swimming or pick up a chick that afternoon, when two Irish strangers sat down next to him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sabella." One of them nodded at him.

"Who are you?" Sabella was a little wary.

"You can call me Bob Wren!"

"It's a familiar name..." Sabella thought about it and suddenly reacted.

"The Great Nevada Train Robbery! The Millionaire Thief!"

"You can call me by my other identity, the head of the Disciplinary Committee Board!" Bob Ryan said with a smile.

Sabella's eyes showed a hint of realization.

"So, why are you looking for me?"

"Notify you to go to New York to attend the committee meeting!" Bob Ryan said with a smile, feeling a little strange.

"In other words, you're temporarily released from prison! Of course, it's under the guise of medical parole!"

"Of course that's no problem!" Sabella said excitedly.

Since the other party is a member of the board of directors, there will be no problem.

He was also interested in the Disciplinary Committee.

It has to be said that this prison life opened his eyes and left him with a very deep impression.

"The Continental Hotel in New York! It's easy to find when you arrive! If you have any questions, you can contact me!" Bob Lane placed a black business card inlaid with silver thread on the table.

"Then I won't disturb your meal!"

In fact, most of the other committee members received the notice via telegram.

Only a very small number of new members who will be accepted will be notified.

Newark, New Jersey, is a large city with a population of over 130,000.

The biggest gang leader here is called Abner Zwierman. Because of his tall and strong physique, he is nicknamed Longy. He is a Jewish American who was born and raised in New York.

Of course, he has another title, but it is not widely spread and is only limited to the gangsters under him.

King of Newark.

At noon, when Abner Zwillman was having lunch in the restaurant, two Jewish youths in gentleman's suits and soft hats walked in, glanced around the restaurant, and then walked towards Abner Zwillman.

But before he could get close, he was stopped by someone.

"You should meet us, Mr. Zwierman. This is very important to you!" the two young men said.

Upon hearing this, Abner Zwierman put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and sat up straight: "Bring it here!"

Then he looked the two men up and down. He didn't see the fear that ordinary people would have, but instead he looked calm, even a little superior.

"You are very brave, and I admire you! Now you can speak!" said Zwierman.

If the other party's words do not satisfy him, he will let the other party know the consequences of offending him.

"We are here on behalf of the Disciplinary Committee! We invite you to join the committee and attend the committee meeting in half a month!" said one of them.

"First tell me what the hell this is! I've never heard of any committee!" Zwierman said unhappily.

"The National Criminal Organization Disciplinary Committee!" said the young man.

"As for why you haven't heard of it, it's because only organizations that meet the requirements will be informed of the existence of the committee."

Hearing this, Zwillman's face slowly darkened.

Obviously, the other party meant that he was just a small fry and had no qualifications to even hear of the existence of this organization before.

This made him very angry.

But he managed to keep his sanity.

"Tell me about this committee in detail."

"You'll know when you get there. The meeting is in New York. You can go to the Continental Hotel when you arrive in New York! We've arranged a room for you there!" After the two men said this, they took off their hats and nodded slightly.

"Then we won't bother you anymore!"

Then the two said goodbye and left.

"Follow them and see where they go!" Zwillman ordered his men.

He suspected that someone was messing with him.

Because he had never heard of any committee!

The National Disciplinary Committee on Criminal Organizations... You know, he is the most powerful person in Newark.

In the afternoon, his henchman informed him, "The other party left by train!"

"Boss, do you want to go?"

"Call someone, I'm going to see what's going on!" Zwierman said directly.

After all, the name of the National Criminal Organization Disciplinary Committee sounded powerful and very attractive to him.

If it was true... he had to go and see it.

(End of this chapter)