He doesn’t want to work? Beat him until he does. Gotta tighten the skin of these Poison Worms from time to time. Make them work harder, instead of just thinking about drugs and women’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.
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 immense bounty, he must enforce the law.
This piece of fat black pork meat is so big and plump that the General Sect Leader just happened to pick it up. If anyone disagrees, come and try your luck on the streets.
Soon, the pickup truck arrived on the streets, and as soon as they got out, they smelled the Mexican scent of burritos and tacos. Looking closely, practically every two intersections had someone setting up a stall nearby. Some didn’t even have a cart, selling loose goods.
You could see some 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 farmers markets." Allen Zhang remarked.
"There are many markets 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 merchants.
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 Mexicans? Where did they come from?"
"Shush! Those are Lori Louis 19’s people. If you don’t want trouble, don’t mess with them!"
"Are these still homeless people? That’s a gang..." Someone’s words were muffled before they could finish.
A person’s reputation is like a tree’s shadow; nowadays, the General Sect Leader’s name also couldn’t be mentioned 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?
Mess 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 homeless might find a large group coming to their home or workplace entrance the next day, leaving a big mess 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 homeless, it’s nothing; however, your life will be a mess.
The Mexicans selling burritos and tacos watched their graffiti unperturbed, already accustomed 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 Mexican worker recognized him and quickly clarified.
"Don’t panic, pal. I’m just here to inspect the work. Our people will come 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 Mexican hastily gestured, refusing to take money.
Allen Zhang tasted the authentic Mexican 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 Mexican and left.
The Mexican didn’t know that the General Sect Leader only liked to freeload big stuff, not bothering with the small. To him, a customer 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 merchandise and needed to gather bail to release my bros. So I can’t lower the price on these goods."