Great, I was just wondering how to deal with these annoying pricks, and now they’ve come knocking on my door!
I want you dead today!!
[Daily Intel: Your good friend Sieg Comprey has attracted the attention of the local Biker Gang. They will invite you to participate in an underground boxing match via anonymous harassing phone calls. They are directly connected to the vagrant fighting death incident that occurred on Alley 27.]
Allen Zhang frowned tightly, thinking of the troubled Sieg who had been screwed over by them.
This guy better not provoke me or bring any trouble to the camp, or he’s definitely in for a treat to a local cream puff combo meal!
After all, there are plenty of Blacks on the streets willing to deal with this, and who doesn’t like white ass?
Allen Zhang got up, washed up, and as he was about to look for Sieg, the latter approached him.
"Good morning, Boss!"
"Good morning, Sieg. What’s wrong with you?" Allen Zhang said, noticing that Sieg looked like he hadn’t slept well.
Sieg wasn’t sure if he should say it, but finally plucked up the courage, "Do you remember those Biker Gang guys I told you about?"
"Of course, I remember. What’s up? Did they stir up some big trouble again?" Allen Zhang feigned ignorance.
Sieg showed him his phone.
An anonymous account sent Sieg a message: "Nice punch!"
Allen Zhang pondered for a moment: "Just from this one sentence, it doesn’t seem conclusive that it’s them, right? No other comments or thoughts. Do they have the means to find your chat app ID?"
Sieg felt a little embarrassed, "Actually, I couldn’t sleep last night, was scrolling through some short videos, and saw a beautiful girl. I commented to ask her out, but it turned out she had a boyfriend who happens to know those Biker Gang guys. They followed the daily videos I posted to find me..."
Allen Zhang took a look at the phone and was instantly taken aback, "Such a big ass?"
A well-endowed brunette girl in yoga pants lifting weights in the gym.
No wonder Sieg was completely infatuated.
"She lifts weights and she could wipe you clean off the mat with your skinny ass!"
Allen Zhang advised immediately, "These waters are deep, Sieg, you can’t handle it! Come on, push her onto me! Which gym is this? Got a location?"
"Okay, I can push her to you, but Boss, could you be serious for a moment? I didn’t come to you for this!" Sieg was a bit annoyed.
"It’s serious! Those Biker Gang guys are all no-good street thugs. They hit without holding back and they don’t give a damn even if someone dies. I’m really afraid that if they push me too far... I might accidentally kill them with one punch!"
"Getting a bit inflated, aren’t we? Think your punches can kill? Okay, you did accidentally kill that vagrant, but it’s not much of the Biker Gang’s fault. Lots of vagrants die on the streets every day, and the cops are too lazy to bother." Allen Zhang liked to tell it as it is.
Seeing Sieg getting a bit down, Allen Zhang immediately changed his tone, "But if those guys dare come to our turf, don’t think they can leave unscathed! You got a gun, are you still afraid of them?"
"They could have guns, too, brought from their homes. These people are lawless, without the slightest fear of the law. Complete blockheads!"
Sieg had dealings with them before and basically didn’t know what the word ’dead’ spelled.
Relying on being young and from middle-class families, spending big, not short on money, gathering a bunch of blockheads from poor streets, buying several motorcycles, provoking cops, racing, fighting, bullying in school.
After graduating, forming fraternities, Biker Gangs—do they even know what a gang is?
No drug trafficking, no legit business, they just create chaos everywhere, picking fights.
Their business focus is all over the place.
Otherwise, no sane person would give vagrants money to fight, sitting there enjoying the show, thinking they’re Ancient Rome nobility, and the alleys are gladiator arenas.
"It’s a bit tricky. If we hit too hard, it could very well turn into a gunfight, and killing them would also be troublesome. Hit too light, and they’ll think we’re scared."
Allen Zhang pondered for a bit, "The local Biker Gang riffraff really lack manners!"
"So? What do we do?" Sieg was uncertain.
"Of course, we give them a proper lesson!!"
Allen Zhang said, "Don’t worry, it’s just a small matter, I’ll take care of it for you. Go sell Old Karl’s batch of cans, then bring the money back to meet up with me, I still need to arrange work tasks for David and Gate."
Compared to internationally wanted criminals, what are a few dim-witted small-town youths?
"Okay!" Sieg didn’t ask further. The General Sect Leader already knew the situation and had a strategy, so there was no need for him to worry.
The two parted ways, and Allen Zhang dialed David and Gate for a video call on his phone.
"Hello! Boss, good morning!"
"Did you two just wake up? Where are you now?" Allen Zhang looked at the background of the video, comic-styled wallpaper—apparently inside some nicely decorated community apartment?
"We don’t have our own place, of course, we’re staying at someone else’s house. The owner of this apartment went on a business trip yesterday, won’t be back for two to three days, so Gate and I are temporarily living here," David explained.