"Ambushed! They were prepared?"
Sieg was a bit surprised, feeling that they had let their guard down. But as he patted the firearms and ammo he carried, his mood instantly lightened.
Allen Zhang was also astonished that they’d set up an ambush in advance. If it hadn’t been them who came but rather a bunch of roughnecks from a construction site, with the number of people on the other side being superior, ordinary folks would definitely be in for a beating.
The leader was a Mexican guy about 1.6 meters tall. Although short, he had considerable muscle mass, dressed in a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, sporting a lip piercing, and tattoos on his face.
Upon seeing a familiar face in the crowd, he immediately started cursing: "Fxxk you! Feis! I knew you were up to no good. What? Got bullied outside and ran to your sugar daddy crying like a little bitch? Have you forgotten what I told you during the day? Mess with us again, and I’ll break your third leg!"
Feis’s face turned from pale to green, taking a verbal lashing and almost breaking down on the spot.
Unable to restrain himself, he cursed back: "Fxxk you too! Jin·Rachel! You just bully us because you outnumber us, but the people I’ve brought this time aren’t to be trifled with! You know Juan Jin from Lori Louis 19, right? I brought him here! You’re dead meat!"
When I didn’t seek support, you bullied me, and now when I’ve got backup, you still want to bully me?
If I’ve sought support for nothing, then damn it!
"Juan Jin? He’s got Jin, I’ve got Jin too! Afraid of him?" Rachel sneered coldly: "As long as he dares to mess with me, I guarantee there will only be one Mr. Jin on the streets! And that’ll be me, Jin·Rachel!"
Just a few days ago you were pinned to the ground and got beaten up, ceded your territory, and got smashed – what makes you think you have the capital to get someone to help you?
Hearing him say this, Allen Zhang couldn’t help but applaud, "Good for you, I like confident people. A name is just a label. As long as you’ve got the strength, anyone can be Mr. Jin."
The little dog with the short tail quickly noticed the Asian faces wearing sunglasses in the crowd; although surrounded, they seemed completely unfazed.
"But in this game, a foul mouth is useless, you need this!!" Allen Zhang pulled out a handgun outright. Sieg and the others also drew submachine guns.
The surrounding Mexicans were all startled.
The boss of the little dog with the short tail was also taken aback.
Hold on, your name really is Juan Jin?
"So you’re Juan Jin? You want to stand up for this guy? Come at me? Buddy, you really don’t need the trouble of messing with us; we’ve never provoked anything!" the little dog with the short tail tried to act calm, immediately showing signs of softening.
"You’re young, don’t go down the path of crime! Whatever demands you have, just propose them, and we’ll agree for your sake."
After hearing so many rumors about Mr. Jin until their ears were callused, they knew that the others had real firepower. They basically had no resistance.
Look at the gear on both sides; they’re not on the same level. The other side has the Truth, even submachine guns and bullet-proof vests, walkie-talkies – they’re equipped to clash with both cops and gangsters on the streets.
The reason the little dog with the short tail gang could occupy such a large turf was their unity and bravery in street fights. Doing menial labor, not into leafy drugs, clean from addiction, providing a beatdown to wandering bums, and never stirring trouble for themselves.
But even the elite bums can’t beat real gang members.
They have guns and still bother talking to you?
Seeing the array of weapons in Allen Zhang’s hands, the leader of the little dog with the short tail gang, Jin·Rachel, suddenly felt the tide had turned, a sense of powerlessness as if his dynasty was collapsing.
Their door had been kicked in by a gang of dishonorable thugs! Furious, but helpless.
If not emulating the Great Qing, ceding territory and indemnity, then when?