Shadow Empire

Chapter 355 Just the beginning

The professor is a very smart man, both in gang management and in business operations.

Like other bars run by gangs, the names are randomly chosen, or given to the cadres or captains in charge of the bars to choose the names.

This results in the fact that the names of bars under a gang are almost all different, with all kinds of names.

But the professor is different. All the bars have the same name, "Wolf Bar", which is easy to recognize and recognizable.

This is actually a process of cultivating brand recognition that is very worth promoting when a customer keeps drinking in the Wolf Bar and develops this habit.

Then when he has the opportunity to choose in the future, he will most likely choose the wolf.

Some people even identify with the Wolf Gang as a gang because they identify with the bar's brand!
No one wants to be a gangster forever. The professor has ambitious goals. He hopes that the Wolf Gang will only be a stage in his life, not forever.

He wanted to use the Wolf Gang as a platform to move to a higher place, such as... politics.

It may sound a little unbelievable, but if he doesn't plan to run for governor or senator, there is actually no problem if he just becomes a city council member or something.

The professor himself has always believed that being a high school teacher is not the limit of his ability, but the limit of his family background and social connections. If he is given more opportunities, he may be even better!

But unfortunately, he was just an ordinary person from an ordinary family, without any prominent background and no one willing to lend him money at high interest rates, so he could only end up becoming a gang leader.

Now, he vaguely saw a glimmer of hope again!
As the workers' clubs were closed down, the bars in the port area began to become lively, with customers starting to arrive almost after noon.

In just a few days, both Wolfe and the professor felt the joy of making a lot of money!

With more than ten or twenty thousand yuan putting into his pocket every day, Wolf's eyes turned red, and he finally understood why people like to go to prosperous places.

Because here, there is money everywhere!

He didn't believe it before, but now he does.

So in addition to fighting against Lance, the Wolf Gang now focuses mainly on the bar.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, someone suddenly knocked on the gate. The gatekeeper glanced outside and saw several people. One of them was someone he had seen before. He had come to drink with him several times and he even remembered the other person's name.

I think his name is...Dave or something?

"Aren't you going to work today?" The gatekeeper did not open the door immediately. His eyes swept over the people behind Dave and finally returned to Dave.

Dave was a little nervous, his palms were sweaty, "You know, we're on strike."

The gatekeeper slapped his forehead and said, "I forgot about this!" He smiled and said, "Are these all your colleagues?"

Dave nodded and said, "Yeah, the club got shut down and they wanted a drink."

"I like your wine, not too much water, at least it's worth the money!"

The gatekeeper couldn't help laughing when he heard this. "You know a lot about wine!" He opened the door, but his eyes were still on the people behind Dave.

They were wearing the blue work clothes commonly seen on the docks, and they certainly didn't look harmful.

In the end, he still thought there was nothing wrong with these people. "Do you know the rules here?"

Dave breathed a sigh of relief, "I know, don't cause any trouble."

"You seem nervous?" the gatekeeper looked at Dave again.

Dave shook his head. "No, I just thought about the strike. I can't wait to have a drink!"

The gatekeeper thought there was nothing wrong with his answer, and Dave had indeed come a few times and behaved well.

He stepped aside from the door. "Have a pleasant journey, gentlemen."

"Thank you!" Dave nodded and walked past him. After everyone went in, he started to put the bolt back on.

Although the Hazardous Materials Administration is unlikely to come to investigate them, they still have to be wary of Lance and his gang.

Just as he closed the door and was about to sit back in his chair, someone suddenly grabbed his neck with his arms from behind and lifted his head up with force.

He trembled all over when he was suddenly attacked, and when he wanted to resist, it was too late.

A knife had slit his throat, opening his aorta.

In less than twenty seconds, he fell to the ground.

The "Girl's Fantasy Travels" that he had placed on the chair also fell down and landed next to him...

Dave left here with a pale face. Although he was mentally prepared, it was still too much of a shock for him when he saw these people killing another person in front of him!
When he ran out of the bar, several cars that were parked at the entrance of the alley but not turned off drove towards this side quickly.

When the car stopped, a group of people got out.

Ennio held a submachine gun in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other, with an indelible hatred on his face!
A large group of people coming in with guns made everyone in the bar lose the ability to think for a moment. When a thug reached his hand under his clothes, Ennio raised his hand and shot him!
The gunshots woke up the drunkards who had been drunk in broad daylight, and the entire bar became a mess in an instant!

The manager who was still half asleep was awakened by the gunshots. He was frightened and trembled all over. While directing others to go out and see what happened, he called the headquarters.

"what happened?"

It was Wolfe who answered the phone. The manager said in a panicked tone, "They broke in..."

"Who broke in?"

"Who else could have gotten in besides Lance's men?"

"Fuck, send someone over here... on this side of the street!"

The gunshots in the receiver were very intense. It sounded like the other party was using submachine guns, and more than one.

The manager was so scared that he was shaking all over. He was a cadre and he hadn't experienced such a situation in many years!

He didn't even have time to hang up the phone, he just threw it aside, opened the drawer with trembling hands, took out a pistol and held it in his hand!
Between rushing out and being beaten to death and hiding, he chose to hide.

He crawled under the table and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making any sound.

The gunshots outside the door did not last long. In less than two minutes, the only sound in the room was "Hello" coming from the receiver.

As the office door was kicked open, not even the sound of "Hello" was heard.

Both the manager and Wolfe on the other end of the phone held their breath.

The footsteps came closer and closer, and the manager suddenly felt like taking a shit and his stomach felt uncomfortable. He was too nervous!

He has been like this since he was a child. When he is nervous, he either wants to pee or poop. After so many years, he still hasn't changed.

He thought that by joining a gang and becoming a small leader he would be able to change all this, but now it seems that he was wrong.

Maybe he won't be nervous when he kills others, but when others want to kill him, he can't help but be nervous.

He prayed that those people would not find him. After all, if they didn't come behind the table, they wouldn't be able to see him hiding under the table.

But it seemed that God was not on his side this time. "Get out from under the table if you don't want to be beaten into a sieve!"

"Let me see your hands, drop the weapon!"

The manager did as he was told, “Don’t kill me, I’ll be right out!”

He put the weapon on the ground, pushed it away, then crawled out from under the table with his hands raised, looking a little embarrassed and awkward.

Ennio looked at him and walked to the safe, "What's the combination?"

The manager reported a number, but he didn't dare to lie now, so the safe was quickly opened and it turned out that there wasn't much money in it.

Ennio took a quick look and pulled out his pistol. The manager immediately showed a look of horror on his face, "Don't kill..."

Bang!
The bullet directly made a hole in the manager's head. He probably never thought until his death that the person in front of him didn't even give him a chance to finish his words!

A black hole began to bleed, but not a lot. He seemed to want to reach out and touch it, but the next second, he fell heavily to the ground.

There was no blood gushing out or spurting out, just a little blood flowing out through the small hole, flowing down little by little.

He just fell to the ground. In fact, he was not completely dead yet. The remaining brain tissue was still desperately trying to restart the system.

His eyelids were flickering slightly and then closing quickly, his eyes were full of fear!
Ennio walked over, stood in front of him, emptied the magazine into his head, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He glanced at the receiver on the table, picked it up, and put it to his ear. "Whoever you are, it will be your turn soon!"

Wolfe, who was listening to all this quietly, started cursing angrily, but then he heard the sound of the phone being hung up.

He rushed out of the office in a rage, "Someone, someone!"

The professor also came out, "What's wrong?"

"Lance's men attacked our bar on... Street and killed everyone. What do you think I should do?"

"Revenge, of course!"

The professor frowned. "Tell me what happened."

Although Wolfe was a little irrational due to anger, he still respected the professor. He told the professor what had just happened. The professor frowned and frowned more and more, and finally he could even make a flower! Because he realized that Lance had given him a difficult problem!
The professor's silence gradually calmed Wolfe down. He hadn't seen the professor like this for many years.

"Is it troublesome?"

The professor nodded and said, "Let's talk in my office."

"Let's call other bars and ask them to stop operating first."

Wolfe was stunned for a moment, obviously unwilling to accept the result. "Just because of this... if we stop other bars from operating, won't people think we are too cowardly?"

"Cowardly?" The professor lit a cigarette and frowned, his eyebrows seemed to be gathered together. "If we are not cowardly, all the bars will be taken over by them. Now is not the time to be angry."

Wolfe cursed a few words, and the phone suddenly rang again. The two looked at each other and the professor answered the phone.

"it's me."

His voice is very recognizable and his pronunciation is very clear and standard, which is rare among gangsters.

Most gangsters have been exposed to street gang culture since childhood, and they speak with obvious gang style and accents.

Before the other party could say anything, the professor heard gunshots. "Lance's men are coming. I can't hold on any longer. Can you send some people over?"

The professor was silent for a while. He recognized who this person was. "Do you think if we send someone over now... can you hold on until they arrive?"

The man suddenly fell silent.

If Lance's men were outside the bar, it would be fine. But once they entered the bar, there would be no question of whether they could hold on or not.

The violent banging of the door brought the manager back to his senses. He cursed and said, "I'm afraid it's too late."

After a brief silence, he suddenly said, "Give my money to my family. This is my last wish, professor."

The professor knew that the only thing he could do now was to promise the other party, "Don't worry, your money and the gang's pension will be given to your family without a penny less."

The manager sighed, "What a damn bad luck. Why do you think we came to Jingang City?"

"So many brothers died..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open. He put down the phone and pulled the trigger, only to be greeted by a storm of bullets!

In an instant, he was beaten into a sieve.

Even though he died, at least he died like a character and not a boneless imp.

The professor held the phone, and he suddenly felt Wolfe's rage just now. These people were old brothers who followed them from Fides.

A number of people had already died in the competition with the gangs in the port area and the Red Dog Gang.

The death of a stranger would not cause the professor any emotion or uneasiness, but now, the person who died was someone he was familiar with, a brother he had been with for several years.

He also fell silent.

Someone quickly picked up the phone and said, "I don't know if anyone has said anything to you just now."

"But I still want to say that soon, it will be your turn!"

The professor pursed his lips, "Who are you?"

"Remember your father's name, my name is Hiram!"

With a bang, the phone fell on its base. The professor stared at the silent receiver in his hand in a daze for a while.

He looked at Wolfe, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

He took a long puff of his cigarette, hung up the phone, and quickly dialed other numbers, but some were either busy or no one answered.

The more he made these calls, the more uneasy he felt. When he made the last call and the call was picked up, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you okay over there?"

"Fortunately, no one caused any trouble. What happened?"

The professor suddenly didn't know what to say.

It said that all the other bars were taken over by the Lance family?

They said that a large number of their old brothers died again?

For a moment the professor didn't know how to answer this question!

But he quickly came to his senses, "Close the bar, now, something is wrong."

"Lance's people somehow figured out the location of our bar, and they're taking revenge on us!"

Manager No. 3 on the other end was also shocked after hearing this, "Is it that serious?"

"I will go at once..."

Suddenly, the professor also heard some noisy noises coming over. Manager No. 3 said, "Something seems to have happened outside. I'll go check it out. Don't hang up."

The professor was about to say "Don't go", but the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

His mouth was full of bitterness now, Lance's people acted too quickly, and he had no reaction and no news at all!

Fierce gunshots were heard again from the receiver, and the professor's tense body suddenly relaxed.

He looked like he was looking at Wolfe, but there was no focus in his eyes.

The gunshots did not last long. Clear footsteps could be heard through the receiver, and the sound of some laughter could be vaguely heard.

The receiver was picked up again, and a gentle voice came out, "Wolf?"

"Or Professor?"

The professor had regained some consciousness, his eyes slightly reddened, "...Lance!"

Lance sat down on the chair, his legs crossed, the room was full of his people.

The manager was dragged to the ground by his hair. He was shot twice but was not dead yet.

"It's the professor."

"how do you feel?"

Lance waved at Erwin, signaling him to drag the manager over.

The manager was dragged on the ground by his hair, making painful noises.

The professor didn't say anything, but Lance could hear his breathing getting heavier.

"Want to have a few last words with your brother?"

The professor is rarely as full of desire for destruction as he is now!

If Lance was in front of him now, he could bite Lance to death!
He gritted his teeth and said, "Give him the receiver."

"No, I'll tell you that this is your last chance to talk to him. You don't have to say anything."

"You son of a bitch!" the professor couldn't help but curse. Lance is so bad!
But the answer was a gunshot. Lance raised his hand and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the manager's shoulder. "The next sentence, I will kill him."

All the professor's anger and hatred finally turned into helplessness. "Mr. Lance, please tell him that Wolfe and I are sorry for him."

Lance looked at the manager who was already dying, "The professor said that he and Wolfe are sorry for you."

The manager showed a relieved smile on his face, "It's okay... bastard!"

Lance picked up the phone. "He said 'It's okay, asshole.' But I don't know if he was talking about me or you. What do you think?"

The professor had never hated anyone so much before. "He's talking about me."

Lance continued to goad him, "You killed him."

The professor stopped talking, and Lance exhaled a breath of turbid air, "Time's up, Professor, say goodnight to your brother."

He couldn't say it, how could he say it? !
Lance looked at the manager, "The professor didn't say anything."

He put the muzzle of his gun to the manager's head, "See you in the next life!"

There was a loud bang of a gunshot. Although he was far away from the professor, he suddenly shook, as if the gun had hit him!

Lance's voice rang out again, "This is just the beginning, Professor."

"You're smart, they all say so, but you, a smart person, did a stupid thing, which was to mess with me!"

"This is just the beginning!"

(End of this chapter)