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He's more like a businessman than a gang leader.

This was Qi Yun's first impression of the man in front of him.

He sat on a large leather sofa, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and an Armani suit, exuding the air of a Wall Street elite.

However, Qi Yun did not feel any contempt because of the other party's attire.

Those who present themselves as civilized are often the most ruthless.

"Please sit down." The bishop gestured with his hand, and Qi Yun gave him a polite smile.

Name: Malcolm Banks;

Sin value: 2800;

Crimes: He killed over a hundred gang members in past gang shootouts and was wanted for allegedly shooting an FBI agent (the handgun used to kill the agent was discarded in a pond in Lincoln Park)...

He's really a ruthless character...

Qi Yun withdrew his gaze, feeling a sharp pang in his heart.

This guy alone is worth more points than the entire warehouse of cripples they wiped out earlier.

I really want to kill him...

But now is not the time.

Qi Yun suppressed his impulse and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Razor stood behind him.

"Officer, to be honest, I admire your courage. You're the first officer to dare to step into this area." Malcolm picked up the whiskey on the table, poured a glass, and handed it to him.

"Would you like a drink?"

Qi Yun glanced at the cup and shook his head. He didn't like drinking, and he also disliked the cup for being unclean, fearing he might catch some strange disease.

Malcolm didn't seem to care. He took a sip, put down his glass, and stared intently at Qi Yun. "I'm curious, what gave you this courage? What makes you think I'd do business with a cop?"

Qi Yun shrugged nonchalantly: "Whether I'm a policeman or not is unimportant. What's important is whether I can bring you enough benefit, am I right?"

Malcolm stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly laughed: "Alright, officer, let's hear what kind of surprise you have in store for us. Hopefully, it will satisfy me."

"Otherwise... your friend injured my men, and he'll probably have a hard time leaving this room alive."

Although his tone was relaxed, the threat in his words was unmistakable.

Qi Yun didn't waste any words with him and simply threw the black plastic bag on the table.

Malcolm glanced at the bag but didn't touch it, clearly knowing what was inside.

"Heh, when did you police officers start doing this kind of business?"

How much stock do you have?

Qi Yun pointed to the plastic bag: "Just this one bag."

Upon hearing this, Malcolm's smile froze, his eyes instantly turning cold, and he said in a sinister tone, "Are you playing me?"

The two bodyguards behind him immediately glared menacingly and placed their hands on the guns at their waists.

Seeing this, Razor stepped forward from behind Qi Yun and stood to his side, staring sharply at him.

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

In fact, Razor had the same question as Malcolm: where did Qi Yun get the confidence to risk everything alone?

Are we really relying solely on the police outside? Wouldn't that be too risky...?

Although he was puzzled, his face remained expressionless, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

At this distance, even unarmed, he was confident he could quickly take down one of the two bodyguards.

As for whether the other one will fire and hit Qi Yun within that time... well, that's up to fate...

Everyone in the room was waiting for Qi Yun's answer.

This answer could determine the life or death of some of the people in the room.

"I never said I was here to do business with you in contraband," Qi Yun said slowly. "This package is just a gift I gave you as a token of our friendship."

Malcolm toyed with the wine glass in his hand, remaining silent and waiting for what would happen next.

"Tonight, one of the Lame Gang's warehouses was attacked, resulting in the deaths of more than a dozen people and the loss of all their goods."

"This is one of the packages."

Upon hearing the words "The Crippled Gang," Malcolm paused in his actions, looked up at Qi Yun, and asked in surprise, "So, you robbed the Crippled Gang of their goods?"

Qi Yun shook his head: "It was seized; we are police officers."

Malcolm's lips curled into a smile. The Crippled Gang and the Black Panther Gang were mortal enemies, so he was naturally pleased to learn that the other side had suffered such a great loss.

"Okay, that sounds interesting, but what does that have to do with me?"

"This is the collaboration I'd like to discuss with you."

Qi Yun's tone became serious, "I can help you deal with the Crippled Gang and drive them out of the Lamesa District, so that you can completely control Fourth Avenue."

"help me?"

"Hahahaha..." Malcolm burst into laughter after hearing this, his posture extremely exaggerated, and he even laughed until tears came out.

Qi Yun wasn't annoyed and quietly watched the guy's performance.

"Um, sorry, it's been a long time since I've heard such a funny joke." Malcolm wiped his eyes, his smile slowly fading, but his eyes turned dangerous.

"You want to use me to help you deal with the Crippled Gang?"

Do you think I look stupid?

Qi Yun didn't show the panic of someone whose thoughts had been exposed. Instead, he nodded very frankly: "Yes, I did want to use you."

"But you can also use me."

"The Crippled Gang is our common enemy. I can mobilize the police department's resources to help you take them down. Cooperation will not do you any harm."

Malcolm stared at him without saying a word.

After a long silence, he sneered, "You're right, but... I don't trust the cops!"

"It seems you haven't brought me any surprises. This conversation is over."

"I admire your courage, so I'll spare your life this time. Consider this package your payment for your life; however, your friend... may have to stay here forever."

"Now, you can get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere became tense again.

Qi Yun didn't move, but simply put his hands into his jacket pockets.

Razor didn't move either; he was waiting for Qi Yun's order to act.

Seeing this, Malcolm's face hardened with malice: "What? You want to die with him?"

Qi Yun chuckled, then suddenly stared at him and said, "Am I being too polite?"

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

Malcolm's expression froze. He probably hadn't expected Qi Yun to dare speak to him like that under these circumstances.

"What did you say?" His voice was deep, like the rumble of thunder before a storm.

Qi Yun did not repeat.

He reached out his right hand from his pocket and tossed a round object onto the table.

"Didn't you want to know where my courage comes from?"

Is this enough?

That was a hand grenade.

The F1 fragmentation grenade, a defensive type, is more lethal than offensive grenades in enclosed spaces.

One hand grenade is enough to turn everyone in the room into sieves.

The safety ring on the table is still there.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, their gazes fixed on the dark green metal lump, their breathing heavy.

Qi Yun pulled another one from his pocket, his thumb hooked into the safety ring, stared at Malcolm, and said in a deep voice, "Watch your tone when you talk to me, understand?"