131: Chapter 118 Youth Education_2 131: Chapter 118 Youth Education_2 “My dad also tipped you $2000 last ti.
You didn’t sleep with him too, did you?” The white guy was sowhat suspicious, “Otherwise, why would he suddenly transfer $5000 to last month?
He never wanted to admit that he had a son like .”
“How could that be possible!!” The woman imdiately assured, “I don’t love anyone but you.”
“Alright, I’m tired.
I need to take a shower and sleep first.
Rember to wake up later.” The white guy didn’t suspect anything further.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief and imdiately took out her phone to scroll through her contacts, starting a conversation with soone else.
Her opening greeting was ‘dear’.
Ti passed quickly to the evening.
Allen Zhang arrived early with his n at the designated suburban location.
Sitting on the hood of a pickup truck, he admired the sunset glow.
“Dark night, high wind, a night perfect for murder.”
Sieg also arrived on ti.
He had contacted his friends the day before, spending that $3000 budget to purchase a bunch of equipnt, which had been delivered just in ti before dusk.
Scattered gun parts were quickly assembled into a CZ Scorpion EVO 3 submachine gun, two Viktor submachine guns, and a couple of sets of decommissioned security equipnt, tack vests upgraded with new ceramic plates becoming solid Level III body armor.
Before long, accompanied by the roar of motorcycles and flashy lights, about a dozen mbers of the Biker Gang arrived at the scene recklessly, one of them performing a tail slide stop at the side of the road.
It was supposed to be a cool scene, but as they got off their bikes, they were suddenly greeted with guns pointed at their heads.
They were frozen in shock.
“Hey, guys!
Why are you so late?” Allen Zhang jested while playing with a stylish revolver, walking over with his phone to check their information against it.
With a wave of his hand, Richie and others began searching them, finding rolls of cash and two loaded handguns.
“So much money?”
“But it’s not enough to buy your lives!”
Allen Zhang chuckled without real mirth, “Barely fuzz on your faces, and you kids are playing with guns already.”
His words terrified the group of teenagers.
“Who are you guys?
Guys, don’t be rash!
There might be so misunderstanding between us.” The leader of the Biker Gang was going weak at the knees.
The other mbers also hadn’t expected that just by coming here for a boxing match, they could get entangled with gangsters?
“Look at , do you think there’s still a misunderstanding?” Sieg stepped forward, his expression serious.
“It’s you?
You set up?” The white guy recognized Sieg and imdiately grew a bit heated.
Sieg ignored the aggressive white guy, pointing his gun skyward and shooting repeatedly.
Hearing the booming gunfire, screams erupted from the crowd, and everyone instinctively ducked and covered their heads.
“Damn it!!!”
Although they were unruly and bullied others on regular days, when guns were pointed and shot at them, they were frightened out of their wits, so even terrified to the point of losing control of their bladder and bowels.
They were still just a bunch of minors, after all.
The leader of the white guys, too, was frozen in fright.
He had mingled in the market district for so long yet had never encountered such a scene.
Terrorists!!
These people must be terrorists!!
“Steam Cat didn’t co?”
Allen Zhang looked around and didn’t see the other person, then imdiately gestured for Sieg to call the other side.
Sieg dialed Steam Cat’s number, asking, “Where are you?
Why didn’t you co?
Are you scared?”
“I’ll be there soon.”
Steam Cat replied coldly, “Once I finish up the work at hand!
I’ll be there!”
“You’re not planning to run away, are you?
With the things you’ve done, even if you run to another state, the FBI would still pursue and arrest you,” Sieg warned.
“Hmph!
Have you ever seen a murderer end well?
I’ve given up on living!!”
“Murderer?
Who did you kill?
Your girlfriend?” Sieg asked, “I’d advise you to cool down.
Killing soone over sothing trivial will destroy your life.”
“Fxxk you!
Mind your own business!” Steam Cat hung up abruptly.
Sieg looked at Allen Zhang, helplessly saying, “This guy seems a bit off.
He’s talking about becoming a murderer.”
Allen Zhang counted the paper currency and found a total of $4260.
These teenagers seed quite wealthy.
“Then call the police!
Let the police handle that guy, what does it have to do with ?
If he wants to go to prison, let him.
To think a tech nerd who only profits by spying on others’ privacy through his computer—who wouldn’t dare to murder soone in the streets, even if he had the guts.”
He probably got impulsive after a rush of anger, rode his motorbike around the city a couple of tis, and the cool breeze made him co to his senses.
If he really did it.
Then forget I said anything.
Anyway, this has no effect on the General Sect Leader.
I’m in charge of the livelihood of Beggar Gang Disciples, the gang disputes on the streets, and now I have to manage juvenile cris and homicides?
“You guys are pretty wealthy, huh.”
Allen Zhang moved a folding stool from the pickup truck, sat on it with one leg crossed over the other, looking down at the Biker Gang mbers who shrunk like quails, “Do you know who I am?”
“No idea.
Should I?” The white guy stamred in response.
“I am Juan King from Lori Louis 19.
You street rowdies in the Biker Gang haven’t heard of ?”
Allen Zhang pondered whether his reputation only carried weight in the holess circles of the Fifth District.
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