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Chapter 455 Gangs? Rap Music Training Base

The fat man frowned, his brows furrowing into thick, fleshy wrinkles. He glared fiercely at Dailulu and said in a thin, almost inaudible voice, "Little girl, are you provoking me?"

Delulu suppressed a laugh: "No, meow. I just think you're funny, meow. You're such a big person, but your voice is as soft as an electric mosquito, meow."

"Nonsense, it looks more like Mickey Mouse! God damn! This is called style, don't you know?! My style, with the accompanying music, could make people vomit shit!"

Shark asked in confusion, "Will listening to your songs cause incontinence? That's a terrifying unconventional weapon. When you commit crimes, do you drive around in your car with your music playing on the loudspeaker, and then blow up the enemy's poop, and you win?"

The thugs beside him stared wide-eyed at the fat man, signaling him to quickly give the order to execute these intruders.

The fat man swallowed hard: "I don't want to kill children. I'll ask you a few questions first. If you can't answer them, I'll execute you."

Li Ji's heart tightened. He wasn't afraid of being executed, but he was afraid that if the conflict escalated, he would have to destroy the gang again.

Thanks to his efforts, gang power in Los Santos has been greatly reduced, and public security has improved significantly.

But I came to New York to research gangsta rap. If I wipe out the gangsta rap again, I'll have to go back to China and do rap in a vocational school.

The fat man looked at Dailulu and Li Ji, who were also dressed in red: "Let me ask you two first. Who are you people?"

Lee said, "We're from the same gang. We came from Los Santos and wanted to work here."

The fat man looked him up and down: "na~na~na~"

What's that noise?

“You guys aren’t. How could a gang member not even have tattoos?”

“He has a tattoo, look.”

Li Ji rolled up his sleeves, revealing a cross, a pistol, and a hunting dog tattooed on his arm.

These tattoos were created by him using mimicry techniques, based on the styles worn by the people around him.

The fat man nodded and asked in Mickey Mouse's voice, "And what about her?"

Li Ji winked at Dai Lulu.

Delulu understood immediately, rolled up her sleeves, revealing a colorful white cat with a bow on her arm.

Everyone stared in disbelief and couldn't help but crowd around to observe.

Who in the underworld would have a white cat tattooed on their arm?

Why did you get this tattoo?

Dailulu said calmly, "I like cats."

Li Ji was dumbfounded: Can liking someone be a reason? Where's the dignity of a gangster?

"It seems the tattoo is fine."

Do you believe that already?
"But that's not enough to prove your gang affiliation. Tell me, which gang were you in before? What was your boss's name?"

Lee Kei replied, "We are from the Blood Gang—"

"na~na~na~" Fatty made that strange noise again, grinning as he pointed his gun at Lee Ki. "Blood Gang is a large general term, but it's just a loose gang. Each of our branches has its own name. Brothers, tell them loudly what we're called!"

Everyone shouted, "Little Fat Wild Boar Gang!"

Li Ji doubted that he had misheard.

The fat man lowered his voice, trying to create a terrifying atmosphere, but it sounded like Mickey Mouse with phlegm stuck in his throat.

"How about that? Doesn't the name scare you?"

Li Ji mechanically said, "Oh dear, how terrifying! Did anyone hear Little Fatty—"

His lips twitched as he tried his best to suppress a laugh.

"—Who wouldn't be scared by such a fierce name as the Little Fat Wild Boar Gang?" Fat Man said excitedly, brandishing his gun. "You've got some sense. So, based on my judgment, you two are—"

Li Ji silently gripped the hypnosis gun, ready to hypnotize all these guys at any moment.

"—You two are rap fans who admire Blood Gang culture, right?"

"Eh?"

"I've seen plenty of people like you, trying to use a gang persona to attract popularity. We Blood Gang welcome young musicians like you; we can make some hot shit together!"

Shark Baby tugged at Li Ji's clothes: "Li Ji, this gang is disgusting. They like to play with poop, and they want it to be hot."

Fat Guy has captured the key word "gross," which in the context of grassroots Black music is synonymous with "awesome."

He exclaimed excitedly, "That's right, we're that gross! We're incredibly gross! We've made tons of hot shit! The shit we've created is going to win a Grammy!"

The more excited he got, the more disgusted Li Ji and the other three became.

Li Ji asked, "Then can we join?"

"We'll talk about the two of you later. I need to check the identities of these two bitches first."

Shark Baby raises his hand: "I'm a little boy!"

Milia raised her hand: "I'm a good girl!"

The fat man said viciously, "I don't care! You two crippled bastards had better explain why you're on our turf. Do you want to start a war?"

Li Ji quickly explained, "Actually, they've come to surrender. They want to betray the Crippled Gang and join the Blood Gang!"

The fat man frowned suspiciously, his eyebrows uneven: "You two want to join us?"

Shark and Milia nodded together.

“na~na~na~ I’ve never heard of the two of you in the New York Cripples Gang.”

Lee explained, "We all came from Los Santos together."

"So that's how it is. Why did you switch from the Crippled Gang to our Blood Gang? I need a suitable reason."

Li Ji quickly racked his brains and wrote a story about the internal grudges and feuds within the gang.

Unexpectedly, Shark blurted out, "Because the music atmosphere there isn't as intense as it is here."

What kind of reasonable excuse is that?
The fat man was overjoyed, revealing his gleaming gold teeth: "That's right! That's a perfect reason!"

He actually believed it? Are you a criminal gang or a performing arts school?

Fatty excitedly grabbed Shark's hand: "When it comes to music, the Blood Gang is definitely better. Most of the top rappers these days were trained by the Blood Gang! The Crippled Gang is no good! You guys came to the right place from Los Santos! Who listens to West Coast style these days! East Coast is the best!"

Then all the gang members, for no apparent reason, started pointing their pistols and shouting, "East! East!"

Lee Ki even heard the rhythmic drumming and DJing sounds.

He turned around and saw a black man beating around the box, spitting everywhere, and then two other people started doing Thomas Flair on the ground.

"What's going on? What's happening?"

Suddenly, Fatty pulled a microphone out of his crotch. It wasn't plugged in, and he started singing along to beatboxing, sounding like Mickey Mouse singing a fast-paced rap. The whole street was thrown into chaos.

Li Ji felt completely out of place and could only repeatedly ask himself, "Why is all this happening? It's so inexplicable!"

He shook his head and found the fat man staring fiercely at him. There was no microphone, no beatboxing, and no inexplicable Thomas Flair; only a bewildered expression on some of the faces.

Li Ji looked through the crowd at the guy in the trench coat in the distance.

"You long and thin idiot!"

(End of this chapter)