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Chapter 221 Thai Paul is the big brother for the first time
There are so many people to be trained, sometimes they would call in small groups from other places, and train hundreds of people together. If you don’t know, you would think that some big move is going to happen in the gang!

At this time, Paul was dancing and talking excitedly, walking back and forth with strong output, making sure that every little brother received the same treatment, and training a group of his men like his grandsons, with their heads down and not saying a word.

Paul nodded with satisfaction. It was good that he knew he was wrong, and there was still hope of salvation.

In fact, everyone just couldn't stand Paul's saliva spraying everywhere, making everyone's face wet, which was not only wet, but also tasted not very good.
With the stench of a cesspool!
Everyone lowered their heads, one reason being that they would rather be sprayed on the head, and the other being that they wanted to avoid Boss Paul seeing the nausea on their faces.

Hurt the boss's self-esteem
Of course, in the end, I was afraid that the boss would vent his dissatisfaction to me and others.
At this moment, Paul's cell phone beeped a few times. He frowned and saw that it was a message from Hong Kong Island. It only had a few short words, no name, and no prompts.

'Han Chen's address: a small town south of Shinawatra University in Bangkok.'

Paul didn't know who the other person was, he only knew that he was from Hong Kong Island and would send him Han Chen's address every once in a while.

Come to think of it, he must be Han Chen’s enemy!
Regardless of these
He Luo thought about it and realized that Han Chen was useless now. His final value was death. It was time to get rid of Han Chen and give himself a perfect ending to taking over the gang and establish supreme prestige in front of his younger brothers.

Paul turned and stared at a thin middle-aged man among the staff, and said angrily: "Makun, there is news that Han Chen is hiding in your territory in Sivana."

"Boss Sini has been dead for several months, and now that short fat guy from Hong Kong is still alive and well. Almost all the other gangs in Bangkok are laughing at us and saying that we are useless."

"Now is your chance to make a contribution. It's up to you to avenge Boss Sinni and redress the shame of the gang!"

When Paul said this, he took a step forward, stood in front of Makun, and stretched his black face in front of Makun, so that even the tips of their noses could touch each other.

He stared at the other person without blinking, exerting what Paul thought was a strong and powerful pressure!

Who says Paul can't be the boss?

In the past six months, Paul has been collecting gangster movies from various countries and has been working hard to learn how to be a feared and awe-inspiring big brother!

This is one of the tricks Paul learned while watching movies.

It is said that looking down from a close distance can give the younger brother a huge sense of psychological oppression, create a sense of terror that the boss is invincible, and imprint in the younger brother's heart the idea of ​​eternal loyalty and never betrayal.

When Paul saw Makun opposite him, his eyes were a little evasive, his body leaned back, and he turned his head to the side, smiling smugly in his heart.

It really worked, the kid was scared.

Paul thought of the cool scenes in the movie, stretched out his hands, held Makun's head, and tried hard to turn it around.

Facing yourself
He continued to stare fiercely with a majestic look, imprinting his so-called toughness firmly in Makun's mind, and spoke with all his might, almost shouting, with his mouth wide open. Paul wanted to use his voice to increase his prestige and make himself appear more powerful:
"Let that short fat foreign guy know that we Thais know more than just 'Sawadee Ka.'"

Makun's eyes were filled with fear, his lips were trembling, his cheeks were shaking violently, and his whole body was extremely stiff.

I just felt like I had fallen into the smelliest cesspool in the world, with a strong stench hitting me in the face. The key was Paul's last few words, which were just for show.

He also slowed down his tone, speaking word by word.

When Makun was forced to turn his head, he quietly took a deep breath and held his breath.

I usually can dive for one minute, so Paul should be able to finish his speech in this minute.
Unexpectedly, Paul looked at himself for almost half a minute before he started speaking. The most important thing was that he spoke very slowly while shouting, adding a heavy bass effect until he uttered the words 'Sawa.di.ka.'

Damn the slow motion
This time, Makun's defense was completely broken. There was a lack of oxygen in his chest, and he felt suffocated. He instinctively took a quick breath and suddenly felt that the world was full of malice towards him. It would be better for him to die.

Paul's face was red, his eyes were bulging, his teeth were clenched, and he stared at Paul intently.

I struggled and covered my neck with my hands, wishing I could strangle myself. Why do people need to breathe? Why can people only hold their breath for one minute?

It's just a few cuts, the worst that can happen is a few months of rest and you'll be fine.

But the shadow that Boss Paul brought to me will never go away in this life.
Paul was shocked by Makun's reaction. Why such a big reaction?
Did I do something wrong?
Paul rolled his eyes and reviewed the plot in the movie and his own actions just now.

His eyes lit up and he found the problem.

Yes, I am about the same height as this guy, so I don’t feel any pressure. The Westerners in the movies are all tall and strong, wearing sunglasses, with fierce looks on their faces, which makes them feel very oppressive.

I am too short, my face doesn't look fierce enough, and my eyes don't have murderous intent. It's all my first time and I have no experience. I might as well try it on tiptoe. This way I will appear taller and be able to lower my head and look down at Makun.

Look harder, open your mouth wider, and roar louder.

The effect may be better.
Paul thought he had found the reason and was about to go forward and try again.
Human beings' instinct in the face of death began to awaken, and Makun began to save himself.

Makun suddenly became excited, and with a ferocious look on his face, he pulled out a dagger from his waist, stretched out his left hand and clenched it into a fist, put the dagger on his wrist, stepped back, looked at Paul with firm eyes and said, "Boss, don't worry, I, Makun, swear on my blood."

"This time, I will dig out the short fat man's heart and sacrifice it to Boss Sinni!"

After saying that, he stabbed the dagger hard, and bright red blood spurted out immediately.

Thai people have this habit when they swear an oath to express their determination, so most senior gang members have varying numbers of knife scars on their arms.

Young guys who just joined the gang cut their hands. After a while, when there is no more room to cut, they start cutting their arms and then move up. If they are still alive when they cut their shoulders, they have basically become the bosses. The cuts on Paul's arms only extended to his elbows, so according to the conventional view, he should be a middle-level gang member at this time.

But due to an accident, Sinni died, so he took the position early.

Sometimes when Thai thugs encounter conflicts outside, they can easily judge that the other party is of higher status than themselves just by looking at the rows of knife scars on their arms. Those with fewer knife scars will naturally retreat.

The one with more knife marks is showing off his might.
When Makun pulled out the dagger, no one was surprised. Paul looked at Makun with admiration. When he was about to praise him, he saw that the blood on Makun's wrist was not flowing but spurting. He looked down and saw that his flip-flops were covered with blood following the splattering blood.

After the tattoo, Makun had a bad feeling. He was too excited and didn't control the strength well, and the position was a little off.
At this moment, blood was spurting out of his hand, and it was obvious that he had cut a vital part.

Ma Kun dropped the dagger in fear, covered his wound with a panicked look, and looked at Paul helplessly.

The solemn atmosphere just now has disappeared!
Paul's eyebrows twitched unconsciously, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he cursed violently: "Damn, you idiot, did you cut a blood vessel? Why is the blood gushing out so violently?"

“I don’t know, maybe I cut it wrong.”

Ma Kun felt that the best situation at the moment was that Paul took two steps back to avoid his blood and stayed farther away from him.

The air quality has been greatly improved, and you can breathe safely.
"What are you still looking at? Go to the hospital and get some treatment, then go kill Fatty Han!"

"It's the boss"

Everyone looked at Makun who was walking away with gloating, then looked at Paul who was furious, and winked at each other.

"What are you looking at, you good-for-nothings? Go kill Fatty Han now! Get out of here!"

Amid Paul's scolding, the crowd left the bar in groups of two or three, taking their followers with them, and headed towards Sivana.

Paul watched everyone leave, took out his cell phone and made a call: "Boss Ni, I have found out where Han Chen is hiding, and I can send him to the west today."

"You have to know that because of you, we lost a leader and so many people in the gang died."

"Paul, don't worry. As long as Han Chen dies, we will buy our goods from you in the future. Our cooperation with you will remain the same as it was before with Sinni. We had a pleasant cooperation a few days ago. One hundred kilograms and five million US dollars have been delivered to your people. I believe you have received it." Ni Yongxiao said excitedly when he heard that Han Chen would be killed soon.

"No, Boss Ni, the past was the past, and the present is the present. Because of Boss Sini's death, the gang has been in a state of chaos for half a year. No goods have been shipped, and the gang's finances are very tight."

"Now I have finally accepted it. In order to help you kill Fatty Han, many people in the gang died. So I have to appease my subordinates and find a way for them to make a living. The previous amount must be doubled. If you can't do it, our cooperation will end."

Perhaps because of the silence on the other end of the phone, Paul felt the other party's dissatisfaction, so Paul continued:

"There are so many gangs in Hong Kong, such as the Hung Hing and the East Star. They have been contacting me recently, trying to monopolize my trading channels. They want a lot of goods, and they threatened that they would take as much as I have. I chose you first because of our past friendship."

Ni Yongxiao frowned as he listened, knowing that Paul was taking advantage of the situation. Before, he had been cooperating with his boss, Sinney. This Paul only emerged after Sinney's death, and his personality, temper and character were not yet fully understood.

So Ni Yongxiao did not refuse at the moment, for fear of offending the other party and cutting off his own channels.

The Hong Kong Island market is huge and can absorb all the goods. If it doesn’t work out, we can sell them to other associations.

Money is not a problem; the key is time. A batch of goods just shipped out, and according to rules, there will be no movement for at least three months.

Paul is in such a hurry, and now they are at the center of the storm. In such a hurry, the transaction will definitely not be very thorough. If it is blocked by the police, the consequences will be disastrous.

But he couldn't lose the connection with Paul, as he had no friendship with him.

The Ni family's long-term partner was Sinni, but he is dead. If they don't agree to Paul now, Han Chen's life or death will be a small matter, and this wealth line that has been opened with great difficulty will be cut off.

"Okay, I agree. I'll buy another batch within a week, another 100 kilograms. I'll pay for it first."

Ni Yongxiao knew that no matter how difficult this matter was, he had to accept it first and calm Paul down first.

"Okay, that's great, Mr. Ni. I believe that the friendship between Boss Xini and Brother Kun will definitely reappear in us."

Paul was overjoyed. Originally, he was just giving it a try. The so-called Hung Hing and Tung Sing who were looking for him were just trying to create a sense of crisis for Ni Yongxiao and to flatter themselves. Those two largest gangs in Hong Kong were directly in contact with the "generals" of the Golden Triangle, so they had no time to care about him as a middleman.

Paul used to be a middle-level manager who was in charge of the place. He dealt mostly with people from local gangs and some local bosses.

He is a pure native. How could he have any Hong Kong channels or international vision?

The connection with the Ni family has really been cut off, and I don’t know what to do in the future?

I didn't expect that Ni Yongxiao would give in immediately after just a casual lie. It seems that this guy's situation is not much better than mine?
After Ni Yongxiao hung up the phone, he felt much worse and began to think about how to safely transport this batch of goods within a week at the height of the storm.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a solution. He sighed and muttered to himself: "It seems that I can only use the trump card left by my father."

(End of this chapter)