"My name is Hanberger Juan Jin. This is my friend Zorro," said Allen Zhang.
"Death Shooter Zorro?" Quipa looked at the bandaged man with some surprise. "I heard you often gamble with your life in bars?"
Zorro nodded expressionlessly and said indifferently, "I’m just trying to make money."
"To dare to contend with the Grim Reaper, you are a man worthy of respect!" Quipa said earnestly.
Zorro’s lips curled into a smile.
"It’s nothing so mystical. He’s just a drunkard. He only did that stupid thing yesterday because he was too intoxicated. Just now when I asked him to go snatch a knife from someone bare-handed to help you, he hesitated for a long time," Allen Zhang mercilessly revealed.
Zorro’s expression collapsed in an instant.
"Thank you very much for your help. Without you two, I certainly wouldn’t have survived this assassination. Please accept this gift." Quipa turned and walked into the house, took out two stacks of Franklins in US dollars from a black briefcase, and handed them to Allen Zhang.
He said sincerely, "If you ever come to Houston, you can look for me. I’ll treat you with the highest respect according to our Indian customs. My family also owns a few casinos around Houston."
A few... a few casinos?
Is this human language?
Isn’t that just openly saying that your dad is the Chieftain?
Casino operations require a license, and the welfare and income of the Indians largely depend on the rake from casinos. Every few years, licenses are also reserved for them, which is permitted by federal law.
Usually, only the Chieftain and those of high standing within the Indian reservations are qualified to participate.
No wonder he loves to deal hands. Turns out he has been exposed and trained from a young age.
"Although I don’t really like gambling, when I visit Houston one day, I wouldn’t mind checking it out if you give me a few tens of thousands of chips for free," Allen Zhang said with a chuckle, accepting his gift and they exchanged contact information.
"Hanberger, you guys go ahead, I’ll stay and take care of these guys. Even if something happens, it won’t affect you!" Quipa said as he prepared to deal with those men.
"Good luck, buddy." Allen Zhang greeted and immediately turned around with Zorro, went downstairs, and retrieved his tactical chest pack from the front desk.
Although the fight upstairs didn’t last long, it attracted the attention of the staff. Soon, two officers went upstairs for routine checks.
But it probably wouldn’t affect the Quipa brothers much.
Once outside, Zorro stared straight at the money stashed away by the General Sect Leader, "Boss, there should be a share for me in there, right?"
"You still owe me seventy-five thousand US dollars! I saved Quipa’s life, and he gave me a reward of one hundred thousand dollars right away! And when I saved your life, you still think about laying hands on me."
Allen Zhang said, annoyed, "Get in the car, we’re going to the next place."
"Where to? More business to do? How did you know Quipa was going to be assassinated?" Zorro asked, puzzled.
"Because these locals really love to screw each other over, and my intelligence network is very accurate. You’ll know in the future," Allen Zhang said in a flat tone.
"Alright, I sincerely apologize for what I did before. Boss, can you spare me some money?" Zorro asked earnestly, "I’ve been hungry all day, I don’t have the energy, and I really have no money for food."
Allen Zhang chuckled and drove straight to a McDonald’s, ordered a dozen burgers at the window, and tossed them on his face, "Eat!!"
Said fiercely, "If you don’t finish, I’ll kill you!!"
You... actually gave me food to eat?
Zorro ate the burgers with tears in his eyes.
Upon hearing that, Allen Zhang drove again to a convenience store, bought a large bucket of bottled cola for only $2.9.
"Drink! If you don’t finish, I’ll kill you!!"
Zorro, having eaten his fill and downed his drink, burped contentedly, looking at the remaining burgers and half a bottle of cola, his mouth twitching.
He looked totally disheartened.
Cautiously he requested, "Boss, can I save the rest for dinner tonight?"
"You can," Allen Zhang nodded.
Zorro’s eyes brimmed with tears.
Thank heavens, finally, you’re acting like a human!
Allen Zhang also smiled contentedly. At last, you understand human language and learn how to behave.
Who can’t be tough when training a hawk?