165: Chapter 131 Clean and Hygienic_2 165: Chapter 131 Clean and Hygienic_2 He doesn’t want to work?
Beat him until he does.
Gotta tighten the skin of these Poison Worms from ti to ti.
Make them work harder, instead of just thinking about drugs and won’s butts.
Do a good job, and the General Sect Leader won’t pick on you.
He’ll even give you a red envelope, and after work, you can do whatever you want – overdose, and no one cares.
If you don’t do well, you’re lucky if the General Sect Leader’s whip doesn’t lash you.
Smack!
Work!!
After sorting out the camp’s internal affairs, Allen Zhang was prepared to follow Dominic and take over the turf.
After all, managing sixteen streets plus three communities was a bit much, so he simply waited for Sieg to drive the car back.
Bringing along Jennifer, who was along for the ride, the four of them headed to the opposition’s turf with paint cans and spray bottles in hand, ready to make their mark.
That California Black wanted criminal with a 12,000 US Dollar bounty, Mcdon, could be spotted on those streets too.
But now that the turf was under Lori Louis 19, they also had the related intelligence.
Allen Zhang certainly wouldn’t let such juicy prey slip through his fingers.
Even if not for the sake of the Chinese in Chinatown, seeing the imnse bounty, he must enforce the law.
This piece of fat black pork at is so big and plump that the General Sect Leader just happened to pick it up.
If anyone disagrees, co and try your luck on the streets.
Soon, the pickup truck arrived on the streets, and as soon as they got out, they slled the xican scent of burritos and tacos.
Looking closely, practically every two intersections had soone setting up a stall nearby.
So didn’t even have a cart, selling loose goods.
You could see so Black people holding designer bags, leaning against the corners of streets, occasionally asking passersby, “Buying anything?
Authentic products!”
This is the real Quixote mystery shop!
I can tell by the color of your skin that your products must be genuine, with after-sales included.
“I’ve only seen this scene at farrs markets.” Allen Zhang remarked.
“There are many markets like this in the poor streets of Los Angeles.
There are also many street vendors.”
Jennifer wasn’t surprised; her clothes were mostly budget-friendly luxury, which she often bought from the Black rchants.
“Let’s get to work.”
Sieg parked the pickup truck in a nearby basketball court.
Holding paint cans, brushes, and spray bottles, they started covering up the graffiti that originally belonged to Short-Tail Dog, re-spraying it with a Little Yellow Duck design.
Many bystanders were surprised at their actions, “Isn’t this street owned by xicans?
Where did they co from?”
“Shush!
Those are Lori Louis 19’s people.
If you don’t want trouble, don’t ss with them!”
“Are these still holess people?
That’s a gang…” Soone’s words were muffled before they could finish.
A person’s reputation is like a tree’s shadow; nowadays, the General Sect Leader’s na also couldn’t be ntioned casually in the Fifth District.
Who knows if one of the nearby tramps squatting by the wall might really take it in and go back to snitch?
ss with the Beggar Gang, and those well-connected in the circle can deal with it easily; just arrange a fight and it’s settled.
Ordinary people who trouble the holess might find a large group coming to their ho or workplace entrance the next day, leaving a big ss or dumping trash all over their doorstep to disgust you, or making noise in the middle of the night to disturb your sleep.
They might get arrested for disturbing the peace, but for the holess, it’s nothing; however, your life will be a ss.
The xicans selling burritos and tacos watched their graffiti unperturbed, already accustod to it.
Allen Zhang walked over and looked at their breakfast: crispy tortillas, tomatoes, greens, all with a hint of roasted corn, “Looks good, huh?
Too bad I’ve already had breakfast.”
“We didn’t start any trouble.” The xican worker recognized him and quickly clarified.
“Don’t panic, pal.
I’m just here to inspect the work.
Our people will co here later to collect cans.
As long as you don’t start trouble, we won’t harass you.” Allen Zhang picked up a corn sausage and asked, “How much?”
“1 US Dollar…
no, for free!” The xican hastily gestured, refusing to take money.
Allen Zhang tasted the authentic xican grilled sausage, all cornstarch and pork, really generous with the ingredients.
Thumb up, “Tastes good, clean and hygienic.
I don’t like to freeload, here’s one US Dollar.”
He handed over a coin to settle with the old xican and left.
The xican didn’t know that the General Sect Leader only liked to freeload big stuff, not bothering with the small.
To him, a custor who pays is a good person!
Soon Dominic and Sieg finished graffiti on this street, got in the car, and prepared to head to the next.
Jennifer was still bargaining with Black.
“Bro, Cool K’s bags are sold by others for 40 US Dollars, why are you selling for 60 US Dollars?
You think I don’t know the market?” Jennifer questioned Black.
“It’s the latest model.”
This honest-looking Black, clearly a habitual offender who hadn’t been long out of prison and didn’t want trouble.
Faced with Jennifer’s questioning, Black tried to explain, “To get this batch of goods, five of our six guys got caught.
I got out early because I took less than 950 US Dollars worth of rchandise and needed to gather bail to release my bros.
So I can’t lower the price on these goods.”
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