Great? What do you an? Howard frowned. After all, as a veteran gang mber, my sudden appearance surprised him a bit.
"Kenny, are you looking for ?"
Ha ha, I parted my lips, revealing my white teeth and smiled lightly.
"Why ask that? Didn’t you say I’m an idiot?"
Howard’s face turned sullen. Living in the sa apartnt, he naturally knew my information as I was a mber of the Johnny Clan.
It’s just that I go out every noon and return ho at night, while he has a different schedule than mine.
After all, streetwalkers start working mostly in the afternoon and finish around three in the morning, with so even continuing until morning.
Living on the sa floor, we rarely have the chance to et, let alone develop any good neighborly relationships.
Howard belongs to the new generation of the Colombian gang, led by Julian, Julian Garcia.
He was once a notorious driver for the Cali Group in Florida.
In the nineties, it was the world of Colombian drug lords, and the xican Cartel beca their tool. The Cali Group was once Colombia’s second-largest group but was disbanded after being targeted by the DEA in the nineties.
Julian stayed in Florida, after all, he was a small player, and the driver’s main job, like Amir’s, was transportation, which could be goods or cash post-sales.
In the gang’s sales model, drivers hold the lowest position, even below mine as a warehouse manager, often filled by those regarded as expendables.
After the group collapsed, Julian seized the remaining cash from Cali, gathered so companions, and ford a small gang, now known as the new generation.
Their territory is in the Wynwood District.
Wynwood is world-famous for its graffiti walls. Many artists have left their works here, and many amateurs co to paint, with graffiti everywhere.
Now, Wynwood is a trending tourism hotspot in Miami. Security has improved significantly compared to the last century, thanks to the city’s efforts, but Wynwood’s cri rate is still three tis the national average.
Here, countless immigrants from Central and South Arica gather, along with illegal immigrants, forming nurous gangs from various national groups.
There’s a saying: Wynwood belongs to tourists by day, and gangs by night.
My appearance made this veteran gang mber wary.
"Okay, so it was a joke. Kenny, are you looking for ?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Then why are you here?"
"Sofia, the owner of PINK, asked to find you."
Howard leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching coldly. "That bitch asked you to get the money from ?"
"Yes, you owe her seven thousand US Dollars."
"I don’t have money now. I’ll give it to you next week."
"Really?"
"Kid, I said I’ll give it to you." Howard’s attitude beca firm.
"What if you don’t?"
"What? You want to cause trouble?" Howard got off the wall and walked toward with a provocative look.
"Howard, can you give ten dollars for food?"
A woman’s voice ca from the apartnt.
"Bitch, shut up. You haven’t even worked and want to eat?"
"But I didn’t eat last night. You promised you’d give my salary, at least thirty dollars."
"Damn, do you want a beating?"
"Five dollars."
My appearance seed to make Howard furious. He rushed into the apartnt and kicked the woman from before.
Bang, the woman fell to the ground, curling up her body, looking in pain.
Still not satisfied, Howard kicked the woman’s butt again.
"Help!" The woman held her head and cried out, while another woman nearby stood scared, a bruise on her lip, likely from being hit too.
"Fack, scream, go ahead!" Howard kicked her while cursing angrily.
Knock, knock, knock.
There was a knock on the door, and the pimp turned to see standing at the doorway, smiling as I knocked.
"Bastard, what do you want? Want to die?"
"Sorry to interrupt, but it seems you haven’t answered my question yet."
"Get lost, I don’t want to see you now." Howard squatted on the ground, clutching the woman’s hair as if wanting to continue teaching her a lesson.
"Got it!" I bit down on a cigarette and walked in, closing the door with my hand.
Hearing the door close, Howard turned his head.
I was already standing in front of him.
"You!"
Bang, I kicked him on the shoulder.
"Damn!" The pimp stood up, moved his shoulder, and assud a boxing stance. "Kid, you’ll pay for what you did."
The two won watched in horror. They knew Howard was a skilled boxer, a good fighter. Most people would end up in the hospital after fighting him. He was a demon.
"Are you threatening ?" I tossed the cigarette butt on the ground.
"Fack!" Howard raised his fists and approached , even moving in a pendulum dance.
Just as he got close, I lifted my leg.
Bang, a dull thud sounded.
Howard squatted, clutching his calf.
As a boxer, Howard had strong street fighting skills. Unfortunately, like many boxers, they follow rules during training and matches.
But this wasn’t a match. It was a street fight without rules.
I kicked his calf bone, a low leg kick, or calf kick, quick in speed and hard to defend against in the lower body. After acquiring Maga Skills, my fighting ability improved a lot.
"Fack!" The intense pain made Howard squat down.
I stepped forward and faced him again. Another low leg kick. Squatting Howard raised his left arm. Bang!
He blocked my attack, but the massive impact knocked him off balance.
Bam, watching the pimp fall to the ground, I didn’t stop. My street fighting experience told he hadn’t lost his fighting spirit, so I stomped on Howard’s ankle.
Crack.
"Aaaaah!"
Pop, I flipped open my lighter, lit a cigarette, and watched the pimp scream on the ground.
"You bastard, you broke my foot!"
The two won covered their mouths, disbelief written on their faces. I had actually taken Howard down so easily. God!
"Weren’t you going to teach a lesson? What’s a boxer without feet going to do?" I exhaled smoke gently, squatted beside Howard, and pressed my Glock 18 against his forehead.
"What are you going to do, bastard?"
I took the cigarette from my mouth and blew smoke in Howard’s face.
"Weren’t you threatening ? Now, I’m going to show you what a threat really is."
With that, I aid at Howard’s leg and pulled the trigger. Bang!
The gunshot echoed, and the two won trembled in fear.
"Ah, Fack!" Howard scread in pain, fear etched on his face; he hadn’t expected to shoot.
"That’s a threat. Got it?" I pointed the gun at Howard’s forehead again.
"Sorry, my money’s in my jacket, seventeen hundred US Dollars, that’s all I’ve got."
"Sofia said, if you don’t have the money, I’ll take your two girls."
"No, you can’t do that."
"No, I can do that! Right now, only I get to speak."
"They are New Generation’s property," Howard glared at angrily.
"Is that so? If they belong to a gang, why did you bring them to the Upper East Side, idiot? Even if pimps are scarce here, gang property doesn’t just leave its turf unless you’re one of those Russians, delivering girls all over town. But you’re lazy, letting them work the streets while you relax in your car.
You’re doing a side job; these two chicks were likely brought in through your private connections, your property, not gang work, am I right?"
Howard’s expression froze for a mont.
I watched; I knew I had guessed right.
"No, you’ll pay for this, Julian won’t let you off, you’re dead!"
"I’ll give you one more chance, say it again!" My finger pressed the trigger.
"Sorry, I was wrong, don’t kill !"
"I like the way you admit defeat." With that, I stood up and took out my phone.
"Amir, bring your cousin to my apartnt, unit 703. Also, bring an AR16, three mags, reflex sight, and I’ll pay you."
"Got it, brother!"
I hung up the phone and sat on the sofa, the two girls staring at in horror.
"Where does he keep his money?"
One of the girls walked over to the coat rack, felt around Howard’s pocket, while the beaten girl went into the bedroom and took a box from under the bed.
Holding the box, the woman trembled as she placed it in front of .
Inside was a Colt and two rolls of cash, the bastard had about thirty-seven hundred US Dollars.
"I’m taking the money, and the girls are mine now. If you’ve got a problem, you can find at the PINK Club!"
"You damned bastard." Howard shouted, clutching his wound.
"If I were you, I wouldn’t be threatening right now. Do you choose stupidity or death?"
Seeing with the gun, Howard chose to keep his mouth shut.
In less than ten minutes, there was a knock at the door.
I tilted my head; the woman obediently went to open the door.
"Whoa buddy, what’s this?" Amir took an AR16 from his backpack and handed it to , "Brother, the mags are inside. It’s a new gun!"
I tossed three rolls of dollars to him, "The gun money."
"Whoa, buddy, you hit it big?" Amir looked around the place, walked over to Howard, "Kid, don’t let us see you in the Upper East Side again, or we’ll toss you in the ocean to feed the fish. Got it?"
"Got it!"
"Take him to a doctor."
"Kenny, you’re really going to help him get treatnt?"
"I don’t want him dying near , he can pay his own dical fees." With that, I took out my phone and snapped Howard’s picture.
"No problem." Amir and his cousin took Howard away.
I looked at the two trembling girls.
Sent the photo to Sofia. Sent a ssage, [The result you wanted.]
Looking at the injured pimp, Sofia smiled, [GOOD, those two girls are yours now!]
"WHAT?" What do you an? My own? I can’t even support myself, you want to take care of two won?
I frustratingly pulled out two twenty-dollar bills and handed them to the battered woman, "Here, get so food, and so ds."
The woman took the money, biting her lip, hesitant, "Thank you!"
With that, she and her companion hugged each other and cried.
I dialed Sofia’s number, "What are you doing? They’re mine? What do you want to do?"
Sofia sat in her office, looking at the photo, quite satisfied with my work, "Didn’t you say you needed money? Now you’ve got your own business; those two won are your assets."
"You want them to help make money? Are you joking?" I shouted, I have no experience as a pimp.
"Is there a problem? You’re in a gang, do you expect prestigious work? Business is business."
"Fack!" I hung up the phone in frustration, turning to the two crying won. I didn’t know how to start.
It seed they overheard my call. The beaten woman looked at , "We’re willing to work for you. Whatever it takes! Thank you! You’re our hero."
"Fack!"
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