"When your record company was sealed, was this place not taken away?" Allen Zhang asked.
"No, because this factory had no value. Our record company had several shooting locations, and this was just one of them. It was secretly taken away by this guy; my assets were sealed, but theirs weren’t." Tommy said, somewhat displeased.
Allen Zhang sent Sieg to inspect the goods. Sure enough, they found pirated CDs packed in cardboard boxes next to a player. He tried it out and immediately emotional music blasted out. The content was undoubtedly about leaf, coco, and daring rap.
The expression turned strange, "No wonder people would want to buy this stuff."
"Not everyone can become a big star. These items popular on the Black Market have just such quality with a mix of color, violence, blood — it’s complete crap! But it’s cheap, and if people buy, others will sell."
"Our cost price for these goods is not high, but the selling price is also cheap, it’s just to earn a tiny profit. More so, it involves some money laundering schemes with other gangs. They pay for our CDs, and we spend that money in their bars and nightclubs, cleaning the money legitimately for them."
Tommy revealed the insider workings of the industry. In the West Coast, all profitable ventures are involved with vice industries.
Anyone involved in the industry tends to have frequent cooperation while breaking limbs and tendons. The underworld isn’t about constant fighting and killing, but about favors and connections.
The small fries handling guns is their business, it doesn’t interfere with the big shots feasting on their profits.
"If you are comfortable with it, let me handle this batch of goods. I guarantee I can sell them for you within two weeks, at least $50,000!"
Allen Zhang knew that it wasn’t possible to sell off everything instantly and that it needed time, so he happily agreed.
He also gave him a bank account, "Remember to transfer all the money to this bank card."
Tommy checked the card number, his face becoming weird, "A charity organization?"
"That’s right. Apart from recycling jars, I’m also working for a charity organization. Haven’t you ever d before?" Allen Zhang asked.
"Of course, I have! But my own people betrayed me, the police still got me under the guise of tax evasion, and eventually, they only charged me with smuggling and illegal sales," Tommy sighed.
"Your issue is already settled. Don’t forget to transfer the money to me later, otherwise, you should know the consequences of breaking your promise," Allen Zhang said as he prepared to leave with his men, leaving the rest for Tommy to handle.
"It’s so easy to earn $50,000? Why do I feel like there’s a catch?" As they were about to leave the factory and get into the car, the usually silent Bailey suddenly spoke.
The others chuckled and were just about to tell him not to be so tense; this isn’t a battlefield.
The next second, lights flashed in the distance, and two Toyota Highlanders swiftly approached from the end of the road with someone pulling out a handgun from the driver’s side.
Considering their skin color, it was the Black Devils!
"Take cover!!" Sieg immediately shouted upon seeing this.
Allen Zhang understood and instantly took cover behind the building, concealing himself, and pulled out a submachine gun from his tactical chest rig, loading it with a couple of clicks.
Gunfire erupted, and flames sprouted as the black guys sitting in the car started shooting at them. Bullets clanged against the steel, and the factory’s cameras were shattered by stray bullets.
"It’s the black guy from the apartment! The one I kicked. Fxxk!! They still have the guts to follow and want to kill us?" Sieg recognized the Black Devils in the Highlander and swore.
Hearing this, Allen Zhang’s first thought was, "Sieg, your kick wasn’t hard enough!"
If it was the General Sect Leader, the guy would be bedridden for at least three days, struggling for the better half of his life, not even thinking about revenge.
The General Sect Leader’s blow would have crushed his arrogance and broken his unyielding spirit.
Instead, they saw you with a gun, backed off at the time but immediately turned hostile and came for revenge!
"It’s my fault." Sieg was annoyed, regretting not letting the General Sect Leader handle it himself.
His slap was too light, humiliating the enemy without instilling a deep fear.
"Damn it. My car!!" Allen Zhang saw the Jeep’s taillight shattered and sparks flying, infuriated at the thought of repair costs.
"This expense is on you, Sieg!"
Allen Zhang cursed, leaned out with a Victor submachine gun, pulled the trigger, and ordered, "Hit them hard!!!"
The Beggar Gang Disciples, after catching their breath, also pulled out their weapons, infuriated.
Damn black fools showing off here? Thinking they can show up in the suburbs and wing it?
Alright, alright! If I don’t kill you today, consider it luck that your dark complexion blends with the night like a cloak.
A burst of rapid gunfire ensued. The firepower of both sides was not on the same level, the Black Devils’ Highlander instantly turned into a sieve, with its windows shattering instantly and tires deflating.