America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 104 How can you be a boss if you have a gun and don't use it?

The mohawk-haired man kneeling on the ground couldn't take it anymore and blurted out, "I confess, Jon is a completely incompetent leader. He frequently uses the guise of collecting money to embezzle our canned goods! Although he throws parties every day, the supplies he buys are cheap, near-expiry food, or even toxic canned pork from shady factories!"

"He said he had connections with gangs, that's all bullshit! He just knows a few black thugs on the street, and those people aren't gang members at all. They're just involved in smuggling pork."

"The gang smuggled pork wrapped in cocoa and leaves. They sold the drugs to others, and the remaining pork was sold cheaply to local slum markets or shady factories to be made into canned toxic meat. Jon secretly used our money to buy that pork, then resold it to canneries and markets, profiting from the difference. He's already secretly feasting on it! And we're stuck scavenging cans!"

"Do you guys remember Eli? He used to be a professional wrestler, the best fighter around here, but then he suddenly disappeared because he threatened Jon's position. Jon hired some black men to kill him! Eli's body's long since dead!"

"He also kept those two East Ukrainian models as mistresses, claiming he paid them $2000 a month, but it was actually $20000. He brought them here to spend the night, while they usually stayed in the apartment building Jon rented!"

"He solicited prostitutes but didn't pay! And he even assaulted someone!"

"He's only 5 inches tall, only lasts three minutes, and likes to play poker with minors!"

The mohawk-haired man spilled all the dirt on Jon Snow. When he went berserk, he'd even bite his own boss to death; he was a true mad dog.

In the end, everyone discovered a shocking fact: Jon Snow was truly wicked beyond belief!

"He has never paid taxes for anyone!!"

That one sentence is enough to warrant execution.

Zhang Ailun was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time. He exchanged a glance with Sieg. Did they really need to frame him for illegal possession of a gun?

Any one piece of evidence is enough to send him to jail for the rest of his life!

Smelting copper? That's practically animalistic.

It's unexpected that the leaders of these scavengers would be so depraved.

Is everyone just competing to see who's the worst in relationships?

Jon Snow has been out of touch with the common people for far too long!

If we were to bring in Mr. Dave Snake to testify for Jon Snow as the defendant's lawyer, a prison sentence of several hundred years would be inevitable!

Jon broke out in a cold sweat and turned deathly pale. Seeing his former trusted confidants betray him, he was heartbroken and furious.

This anger caused him to lose his mind!

"Fxxk you!! Mora, you bastard!! I've been so good to you, and you fucking betrayed me?!"

"Shut up, you idiot!"

The mohawk-haired man roared back, "Is that what you call being good to me? Every time we collect cans and bring them to you for safekeeping and sale, you never disclose the amount of money involved, or you just cut off a string of numbers, claiming it's for everyone's good. But whenever someone asks when you'll file for justice and return to a normal life, you always say it's still in the planning stages! You're a big liar!"

The mohawk-haired man didn't tolerate him at all. He had already seen through the guy the moment he was abandoned; he had always been a selfish and petty person.

"You still haven't paid your taxes on time!!"

"If we don't pay taxes and fines, when will we be able to obtain legal status?"

Jon was both shocked and furious. After witnessing the awakening of public consciousness, he wanted to burn him alive! He also felt a chilling fear afterward.

He hurriedly knelt down and begged Zhang Ailun, "Mr. Jin! Please save me! I'm willing to become your most loyal subordinate! Ninety percent of the money I earn in the future will be yours!"

"Dude, you really think you're a king? Everyone has their own freedom. You promised others things but couldn't keep them, so you deserve this day!" Zhang Ailun scoffed. "Now your reputation is ruined, who would want to work for you?"

I don't know what this guy did before, or what bad habits he picked up, but he ended up with making empty promises.

That's it, the explosive barrel will explode at the slightest touch.

Later, when I dismantle and incorporate your organization and team, they'll have to become obedient subjects and thank me.

Why?

Because he is kind.

The Grand Master is a man of his word.

At least I didn't spend $2 to keep a mistress from East Ukraine! They were twin sisters, no less. I didn't rent an apartment either. I'm dirt poor now, and I only have a campervan that I got on a bargain!

How come you're so rich? You bastard, how much money did you embezzle from up there?

Even with 60% already taken, why would you still be greedy?

Indeed, you can't make money without being ruthless.

Hating those who have and laughing at those who don't.

Zhang Ailun resented that this guy was making so much money, and also laughed at him because he would soon have nothing left.

Everything that's yours is mine now, so can't I even laugh?

Hahahaha.

Zhang Ailun beckoned over the mad dog who betrayed Jon Snow, saying, "You did a good job. From now on, you'll be in charge of this group. As long as you follow my rules, I won't treat you unfairly."

"Really?" Mora was overjoyed.

"Of course it's true," Zhang Ailun told him with a chuckle. "You can go report him to the police now and send him to jail. But you, my friend, you're the real talent!"

"Sig, give him a gun."

"Give me a gun?" Mora's mind went blank; this happiness had come too suddenly.

Sieg understood, took out the unnumbered ghost gun, replaced the magazine with an empty one, handed it to the mohawk-wearing man, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully, "Work hard! Try to buy yourself bullets in the future."

Even a police officer's bullet is still a bullet.

"Without guns, how are you going to manage others? Relax. This is how it is the first time you're a boss," Zhang Ailun reassured him.

Jon, however, was indignant. "He could betray me, and he can betray you in the future!"

"Mind your own business! Go to hell!" Mora instantly erupted, transforming into the loyal dog of the Grand Master, launching a seamless combo of basic attacks and kicking him to the ground.

Jon was caught off guard and suffered a silent loss, but he quickly stood up as if nothing had happened.

Mora wanted to keep punching him, but Jon acted swiftly, taking a sideways stance and dodging with a back step.

Then, a powerful backhand punch slammed into his jawbone! With a crack, the mohawk-wearing man's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Fxxk!! I used to train too! You trash! How do you think I became a boss from the start? By talking? Which homeless guy on the streets didn't get there by fighting his way up?"

Jon roared and mocked at the dazed Mora sprawled on the ground, "I can't beat wrestlers, I can't beat gunmen, but I can't beat you?"

Zhang Ailun looked at him in surprise, and couldn't help but applaud his crisp and clean punches. "Not bad!"

Jon sneered, "If you didn't have a gun, do you think I'd be afraid of you? If you're a man, come out and fight me one-on-one! The winner gets to decide!"

"You're right, but I do have a gun!" Zhang Ailun shrugged. "You're not convinced? If I have a gun and don't use it, how am I supposed to be the boss of the street scavengers?"

Jon's face turned red.

Damn, this guy is shameless!!

(End of this chapter)