American Scandal King

Chapter 90: MS Visit (Part )

in the car.

Kit looked at him coldly. "Do you really believe that a reporter lurking in the shadows can make me let you go? You betrayed me, you got the evidence, you released the information about Inez Kisa, which I got from you. You lied, you hurt me badly! You must die!"

Ian shrugged. "Don't worry. I didn't arrange for reporters to film this time. But I don't think you'll kill me. Inez Kiza is finished. Why get angry over a piece of trash? A qualified businessman wouldn't think like that."

Kit put the gun to Ian's head: "I'm not a businessman, Ian Carr. The point is that some of my partners don't trust me anymore. They know that's the deal I'm offering!"

Ian smiled. "But you still want money, right? How much money do you need? I can give it to you."

Kit was stunned.

Ian looked at his expression and smiled, "Are you tempted? So don't talk nonsense, man. As long as you still want money, you are a businessman."

He looked at Kit and said calmly, "I'm Ian Carr. Do you know how much of a sensation killing me would cause? Even gangs have their own limits. You can't threaten someone like me with your life. Cooperation is the smart way!"

Just then, Ian's cell phone rang.

Ian looked at his phone and said, "Sorry, I have to take a call."

Are you still answering the phone?
The people in the car looked at him in confusion.

The call was from Scarlett, and her tone was resentful: "You haven't come to see me for a few days."

Ian replied carefully, "I was just about to come to your place, honey, but a friend of mine needs to discuss business with me, so I might be late."

Hearing about business, Scarlett became excited: "Do you need me to come over?"

"No, not this time." Ian shook his head and ended the call.

He smiled at Kit and said, "I've had a lot of socializing, please forgive me. How about we eat and talk? I'm a little hungry."

………………

In a small roadside restaurant, Ian was happily eating Chinese food.

He looked at the crazy guy Kit across from him and said with a smile, "Come on, the Chinese food here isn't very authentic, but I taught them how to make it. You won't get this taste anywhere else."

Crazy Git's face twisted in a frown: "I don't know how to use chopsticks, a barbaric and backward method."

"On the contrary, this is a very advanced way." Ian shook his head. "Do you know why art is art? Because it is difficult! Once anything is not difficult, it loses its value. Air is so important to humans, but because it is everywhere and easy to obtain, it is worthless."

He chuckled as he spoke, "Using chopsticks is more difficult than using a knife and fork, but once you master it, you'll find it's much better...so it's more artistic."

"Fuck!" Crazy Kit glared at Ian fiercely: "Ian Carl, I'm not here to discuss art with you."

"Then what do you want to discuss? The remaining materials?" Ian sneered disdainfully: "I won't give them to you. They are very valuable. Do you know why? Because they are difficult to obtain. This is an art!"

Crazy Kit is really going crazy.

He thrust the gun from under the table and pressed it against Ian's abdomen: "But do you know that killing is also a very difficult thing? Not everyone has that kind of courage!"

Ian looked at him coldly: "Really? Then I want to see it for myself."

As he said this, he suddenly clapped his hands.

Kit was stunned.

Accompanied by crisp applause, diners who were eating nearby stood up one after another and pulled out their guns and pointed them at the people sitting there.

Fake!

what's the situation?
Kit was stunned to see a lame man with a cane walking into the restaurant.

Kreps?

Kreps from the Crips?

Kit's eyes widened. Why was he here?

Ian waved his hand, and Kreps smiled as he pulled a gun from his arms and put it to Kit's head.

Kit was confused. "Krips, what are you doing? Do you want the two gangs to go to war?"

Kreps smiled slightly: "You are threatening my boss."

Git was confused.

Ian Carr is the boss of Kreps?

Are you kidding me?
Ian looked at Kit with cold eyes. "Your gun is still pointed at my stomach, and Kreps's gun is pointed at your head. You have a chance to kill me before he shoots. So now, shoot. Let me see if Crazy Kit is a courageous man who is not afraid of death and dares to fight to the death to bring his opponent down."

Kit looked at Ian in astonishment.

This is a complete lunatic!
Ian just smiled.

He slowly lit his cigar and looked at the other man: "Shoot! Let me see how difficult the art of killing is."

Kit's hands trembled.

All of MS13 was looking at him.

Kit knew that if he didn't fire the shot, everyone would despise him and his authority would decline.

But if it came out, he would be dead.

Kreps also wanted to see if Kit dared to shoot. For a moment, he even wanted to say: Remember to check the safety before shooting.

But in the end he didn't dare say anything.

They just stood there facing each other.

a long time!

Finally, Crazy Kit took back his gun.

He glared at Ian angrily: "This is over."

Ian sighed and shook his head: "Mad Kit, it turns out you are only crazy when you kill people."

Kreps smiled. "No one is crazier than you, Boss."

"Maybe." Ian picked up the tablecloth, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

He just walked out of the restaurant, not caring about the MS people at all.

Kreps followed Ian, leaning on a cane. "Crazy Kit is not someone you can easily deal with. He backed down today, but he might come back next time."

Ian nodded. "I think so too. You guys won't give up until you hit the wall. Even you haven't really given up, right?"

Kreps shrugged. "Kemble is running out of steam. I promised him a lot, but I can't keep it. He's coming with a large army."

Ian hummed softly, "That's why I didn't kill that crazy Kit today."

Kreps interjected: "Good news requires a controlled pace?"

Ian laughed heartily. "You're really getting to know me better, Kreps! Go make the arrangements. Leave the killing of Bates to me. The foundation is already laid. I'm counting on them to help me take down the Los Angeles Times."

"Okay, boss." Kreps bowed respectfully.

He watched Ian walk away with a complicated look in his eyes.

If this time, Ian can really get rid of the person who killed Bates as easily as last time, then his only choice is to be a loyal dog.

(End of this chapter)