America's Top Player

Chapter 105 Street
At 997: in the evening, Li Ang's white Porsche appeared in front of the Broadway Magee Theatre.

About five minutes later, two Chevrolet Trailblazers appeared here at the same time.

Seven people got out of the car, all wearing windbreakers and baseball caps, covering themselves tightly.

If it weren't for their upward-curved Mexican mustaches and brown skin, anyone would think they were a group of old-fashioned Italians.

Li Ang lowered his head and lit a cigarette, "Jorge, you are very punctual."

"Follow Victor's instructions. As long as it's your arrangement, we will be there at your beck and call." The man in the windbreaker at the head extended his hand to Leon.

He has a stern face, a high nose bridge, and a body as strong as a double-door refrigerator.

His hands were covered with thick calluses, like a rough sledgehammer.

Jorge Gonzalez's nickname is "The Hammer".

Elsa transferred him from Los Angeles through Victor, and offered his team a sky-high salary of 50,000 US dollars per month to ensure the safety of Apocalypse Music.

This gang member, now in his fifties, was once the backbone of the Latin Kings gang and the best professional debt collector in Los Angeles.

According to Latin King tradition, members over fifty will gradually withdraw from core positions so that they can have a peaceful old age.

After retirement, Jorge worked as a security guard in high-end clubs in Los Angeles until Leon offered him a job in New York.

"Very good. After we catch that guy, I hope you can control the scale." Li Ang pushed his baseball cap down to cover half of his face.

Originally, he didn't have the habit of wearing a baseball cap, and this was a helpless act because he was worried about being recognized by fans.

But at the same time, he didn't wrap himself up too tightly. He wanted to be noticed, but didn't want to be too high-profile.

This unfathomable mystery is his best way to release fear to his opponents.

"What's the limit? Do you want that guy to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, or leave him with an intact body?" Jorge asked, stroking his beard.

"I ask you to ensure that he survives and make him feel the warmth of the Mexican people as much as possible."

"I see. This is what we do best." Jorge grinned and shouted to his brothers behind him: "Am I right, cowboys?"

“Yep.”

Leon had no doubt that the Mexicans' methods of torture were even more brutal than those of terrorists.

He still couldn't forget the bizarre video that Bonnie showed him, in which a drug dealer from the Michoacan family in Mexico used a knife to cut out the heart of his opponent alive.

It was then that he learned that human fat is yellow and that the heart can still beat for a while after leaving the blood circulation system.

"Follow me and keep your head down."

After saying that, Leon strode into the Major Theater with this group of ferocious thugs and stopped at the ticket office.

"Beautiful lady, the gentlemen behind me and I have long admired the musical 'Chicago'. Please give me eight tickets."

Although Li Ang's tone was very calm, when the female ticket seller saw the group of big men in windbreakers standing behind him, she couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

This group looked like something out of a gangster movie depicting Chicago in the last century.

"The first tier of seats is $100, the second tier is $50, and the third tier is...

"The third floor will do. We like to watch from a distance."

After paying the ticket seller $160, the group strode towards the theater lobby.

Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, illuminating the gorgeous red velvet seats and rows of luxurious boxes.

The orchestral music was melodious and passionate, and the actors twisted their bodies in exaggerated movements under the glaring spotlights.

Jorge lit a cigarette and cursed, "What a boring show! Is this what New York's upper class likes to watch?"

"I'd rather watch a 200-pound black chick shake her ass in front of me than waste my time watching this kind of stupid show."

Li Ang curled his lips and agreed with what was said.

"Sir! Gentlemen! Smoking is not allowed here!" The theater security personnel saw a group of big men walking in aggressively. They were stunned for a few seconds but quickly chased after them.

As soon as his hand landed on Jorge's arm, he was slapped.

Snapped--

Jorge struck back and knocked the equally tall theater security guard to the ground.

"Don't touch me asshole!"

"Ignore them, find someone first!" Li Ang walked over to the theater security guard and squatted down, saying with a smile, "I'm sorry, my friends are from the south, and they don't really like unauthorized physical contact."

"Could you please tell me how to get backstage as an actor?"

The theater security guard was beaten dizzy and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth
He pointed to the aisle on the right side of the stage with a confused look on his face.

"Good, keep quiet, buddy." Leon pulled a roll of twenty-dollar bills from his windbreaker pocket, counted out ten, and put them in the security guard's jacket pocket. "I'm sorry about what happened."

After saying that, he patted the security guard on the shoulder, stood up and led everyone to the backstage.

The dispute that just happened has attracted the attention of many spectators in the back row, and they couldn't help but look over out of curiosity.

But the moment his eyes met Leon and his group, he immediately retracted his neck.

Da da--

The crisp and powerful sound of leather shoes remains clear even against the background of the actors' singing.

As Li Ang and his group walked past the audience, no one dared to speak loudly.

"Do you think the man in the baseball cap looks familiar?" someone in the audience whispered.

"All these bad guys are wearing caps. Which one are you talking about?"

"The one walking in front, who looks the youngest."

"Fuck, now that you mention it, he looks familiar to me. I feel like I've seen him somewhere before." The young woman scratched her head. "He looks a lot like that rock singer who's been all the rage lately, the one nicknamed Street Coconut Crisp?"

"Yes, yes! That's right! I'm sure it's him! My sister's room is covered with his posters, there's no way I could have mistaken him!"

The volume of the two girls' discussion attracted the attention of the people around them, and soon more people recognized Li Ang.

They all started whispering to each other, and it turned out that Street Coconut Crisp was just as the rumors said, a tough guy who was not easy to mess with.

Although the seven Mexicans were wearing windbreakers and no one could see their tattoos clearly, one could guess their general appearance just by their temperament.

These are a group of desperate criminals.

Li Ang also noticed the two girls. He was not worried about being recognized as long as what was about to happen was not captured by the news media.

The best outcome would be to release some information and let them speculate.

He smiled at the two girls and made a gesture to silence them, "Shhh"

The two ladies nodded quickly.

Da da da--

The dense sound of leather shoes stopped at the door of the actors' dressing room backstage.

When the door was opened, the actors looked at the men in windbreakers in front of them with horror written all over their faces.

They held makeup brushes and foundation in their hands, standing still, as if the picture was frozen.

"WTF Theater recruited these actors, they are like the real Chicago Mafia."

Before the actors could be surprised, Leon had already spotted Dean in the crowd and ordered Jorge to clear out all the unnecessary people.

He turned on Jorge's violence with just a glance.

"Get out of here!" Jorge grabbed the actor in front of him with his palm-leaf fan-like hands and threw the chair away. Seeing this, his subordinates started to take action.

For a moment, the dressing room was filled with screams, and the actors covered their heads, at a loss.

They immediately realized that this was not an act!

"Shut up! Stop yelling! You cowards, bitches, freaks, and bastards doing a stupid dance!"

"Everyone, get out of here, now! Immediately!"

Everyone in the dressing room, both men and women, was terrified and pushed each other to run out the door.

Dean, confused, tried to blend into the crowd, but his black face stood out among the white people.

As soon as he stood up, he felt a pressure on his shoulders and was pressed down on the makeup chair by Li Ang.

"Sit down." Leon pulled out a chair and sat opposite Dean, holding a cigarette and crossing his legs.

At this time, the house had been completely cleared out, leaving only Dean to face the eight villains alone.

He was so scared!
"What, sir, did you find the wrong person?" Dean asked hesitantly.

"Ario Dean, it's you I'm looking for." Leon kept smiling. "I heard you've been very lucky recently. A generous guy gave you a large sum of money."

Upon hearing this, Dean's body felt as if struck by lightning, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Sir, I don't understand what you are saying."

"It's okay, you'll understand everything soon." Leon winked at Jorge.

The other party immediately understood, rushed over, and swung his iron fist like a sledgehammer to knock Dean over.

Leon saw something white splashing out from the corner of his mouth.

That's a tooth.

"Shxt! Holy Fxxk! Why are you doing this to me?" Dean covered his face, still pretending to be innocent even at this point.

Li Ang shook his head helplessly. "You damned Nige, don't you know that there are no gifts in this world without reason? You always have to pay a price to get benefits."

"Intensify!"

Jorge laughed excitedly and ordered the younger brother behind him, "Get the tools."

When the younger brothers took out tools from their windbreakers, Dean was so scared that he almost fainted.

Wrench, needle, saw blade, pliers, electric drill
There's even a fake iron eggplant with barbs.

Dean couldn't figure out whether these people treated him like a machine in a repair shop or an animal in a slaughterhouse.

"This wimp can't even make it past the first level. I'm betting $1000. Anyone want to join me?"

Seeing no one respond, Jorge picked up a pair of pliers and walked towards Dean.

“WTF are you doing??”

"I've always been curious about why you guys have such white teeth," Jorge said, showing off his yellow teeth. "Let me see why!"

As he spoke, his big hands climbed up Dean's cheeks and pinched them hard, clamping the other's mouth tightly.

"That's quite something." Li Ang praised and warned, "Don't damage this guy's tongue. I want to keep him on the show."

ahhh-

After a heart-wrenching scream, Dean's back molars were forcibly torn out, with the bright red dental nerve still stuck to them.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'll tell you everything!" Dean knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground and gasped. "A week ago, two audience members came to me backstage after the show."

"They originally came to me to ask for an autograph, but they ended up offering me $20,000 to tell me a story about my time with Ariana in front of the camera."

Li Ang narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "So you took the money and told those lies?"

"No! I told them everything truthfully at first, but they weren't satisfied with the results and asked me to follow the script they prepared. They even added extra money for that!"

"Is it this guy?" Leon pulled out his phone, flipped through photos of Leonard, and quickly flipped to photos of Diddy: "Is it this guy again?"

"No."

"Did they mention the name Leonard?"

"No. They didn't ask for anything except money and filming requirements."

Just as Leon had thought before, Leonard, as a typical business elite, would definitely not do such dirty work himself, and would rarely leave any clues.

But none of this matters anymore, he has already decided on the answer in his heart.

"Very good, you can continue working." Leon patted Jorge's shoulder: "This Nige needs a profound lesson."

"What? I've already told you everything. Please stop. I can return all your money!" Dean cried and begged for mercy.

"Asking you to explain those things was just a side note. You must pay the price for doing stupid things." Li Ang curled his lips, "You, Niu Ge, have messed with the wrong person."

Dean was so scared that he was almost going crazy. No matter how he begged for mercy, the other party remained indifferent.

Leon's current appearance seemed to have awakened his genetic memory, and he saw the plantation owner walking towards him with a whip.

Ahhh——

One, two, three.
Jorge's movements were precise and swift, and Leon couldn't help but admire him. "Maybe you chose the wrong path. You can become an excellent dentist."

"Maybe~" Jorge stopped what he was doing and spread his hands, "But I don't like that way of making money. This job suits me better."

Leon counted the scattered teeth as he looked at them, just enough to keep from interrupting Dean's speech on Joe Rogan's podcast.

click-

At this moment, the door of the dressing room was suddenly opened from the outside with a key, and the theater manager and a group of security personnel stood outside the door.

They had fierce expressions on their faces and looked aggressive.

The leading theater manager was about to shout something, but before he could utter a single letter, his eyes became clear.

The moment they opened the door, Jorge's brothers turned around almost at the same time, took out the guns hidden under their windbreakers and pointed them at them.

Most of them were armed with Glock pistols, but one young Mexican, unconventionally, had a Thompson submachine gun.

Today, this thing seems to be an antique that is good-looking but useless, but its name "Chicago Typewriter" has become a cultural symbol of America along with the story of Al Capone.

The theater manager instinctively took a half step back without any unnecessary movement.

This is the smartest thing to do.

The major theaters on Broadway all had gangster backgrounds in the early 20th century, but with the decline of the Italian Mafia, it has become a completely whitewashed business.

It was obviously the first time that the theater manager was faced with so many "truths" at the same time.

"Relax, guys. This has nothing to do with you." Leon quickly pulled his cap down until it completely covered his eyes. "We are Dean's friends. We need his help with something."

"Dean, am I right?"

Dean had long been in a state of confusion due to the pain, and murmured, "It's so thick for us."

Now he has to calm the manager down. If he calls the police, things will become very complicated.

Fortunately, the theater manager seemed to be dealing with this kind of thing before. He swallowed and said, "I completely understand. You can do whatever you want."

"Listen, I need Dean to do me a favor in two days, and there won't be any more trouble around here from now on."

"It would be better for all of us to forget about it."

(End of this chapter)