Shadow Empire

Chapter 60 What to eat today? (Additional update)
The trusted thug greeted his boss's entire family in his mind while standing in front of the deli counter ordering food. He would pay for the meal.

Kent didn't give him money. This was not the first time this happened. Although he was very dissatisfied, he endured it because he received a lot of salary every month.

Sometimes people cannot tolerate unfair treatment because once they take this step back, they will keep taking it back.

There are no fast food restaurants nearby, only some bakeries, delicatessens and the like. The fast food restaurants are next to the gas station, which is a little far from here.

The people of the Empire are not used to the fast food of the Federation. Of course, this may be because they have not yet localized. When the second, third, or even fourth generation immigrants who always say "I have one sixteenth Imperial blood" or "I have one thirty-second Imperial blood" begin to become the mainstream of the community, they will like the fast food of the Federation.

But now, these first-generation immigrants, including young people who are also considered first-generation immigrants, may be interested in federal fast food, but they will not eat it every day.

On the contrary, more people choose bread and prepared food. The restaurant is actually a good choice, but it will definitely cost a lot of money with so many people.

The trusted thugs ordered a few chopped pork elbows, a lot of the cheapest bread, a big bag of fruit salad worth a dollar, and a pack of cold beer. That was their lunch.

He picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. The fried pork elbow was crispy on the outside. When the skin was bitten open, the aroma of fat and juice oozed out all at once, filling his mouth with the flavor of meat.

This may be the most enjoyable thing for him when he buys food. He will pick the best parts and eat them with all his might, leaving them with leftovers!

Just as he passed the alley next to him, he saw three cars parked in the alley and then stopped.

This is neither the Bay Area nor the Port Area. Although there are vehicles passing by on the road, few of them stop.

In the traditional concept of the Imperial people, buying a house is more important than buying a car, so it is rare to see someone renting a house and driving a nice car in the Imperial District. It almost never happens.

He was a little curious as to why there were so many cars parked here. People should not be curious, because once they are curious, they will definitely want to find out what is going on.

He stood at the entrance of the alley, lit a cigarette and looked inside curiously. After all, their casino was right next to it, and he had to find out if there was anyone else doing illegal business here.

But just one look and you'll see the problem.

He saw Lance, and Lance saw him. The two looked at each other for a few seconds. The trusted thug felt a sudden shock in his heart and ran away!

Lance, who was discussing how to deal with Kent, shouted, "Catch him!" and ran in the front, followed by the others.

The trusted thugs never knew they could run so fast!

For a moment, he felt that if he could maintain this speed and participate in the competition, he might be able to win the sprint championship or something.

But soon, he felt tired and his body began to feel very uncomfortable.

He hadn't even run fifty meters when his speed began to drop noticeably. The food in his hands seemed to have become a burden. He threw the things behind him, trying to stop the pursuers who were getting closer and closer.

On the other hand, Lance and his men are all young men in their twenties, slim and strong, and the distance between the two sides is already very close.

After chasing him for a few more steps, Lance pushed him hard on the back, and the trusted thug immediately lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

He rolled over, and tried to get up and continue running, but it was too late.

Erwin jumped up and rushed forward, knocking the thug who was about to get up to the ground again.

The two rolled around a few times and were surrounded.

The thug looked at these young men fiercely, especially Lance. He was also a man who had seen big scenes, and was not too afraid in his heart. "You are provoking a war, Lance!" He knew Lance's name and shouted out the correct answer immediately.

Lance panted slightly, raised his foot and kicked him on the head, pressing one of his cheeks tightly to the ground, "What the hell are you running for?"

"Ok?"

He pressed his foot hard, then released it, took a deep breath, squatted down, and patted the beater's face, "I like the look in your eyes. I'll give you a chance now. Open the door for us and I'll let you go."

The thug didn't say anything, still looking at Lance with a slightly contemptuous look, as if to say "Your threats don't work on me."

Ethan was about to take action at this time, but Lance stopped him.

Hitting him a few times is actually useless. He has the confidence. His experience tells him that these young people will not kill him. He also knows the names of these young people and will retaliate.

With such confidence, he was not afraid or threatened at all, because he had the thought "the greater the harm I suffer today, the more fiercely I will retaliate in the future" to support his courage.

So you can hit him a few times, even break his legs, and he can hold on.

That's the difference between the gang members and Ennio and the other young men.

Lance took out a folding knife and stabbed the thug in the butt before he could say anything. This stab really made the thug panic.

Just as he was about to scream, Lance punched him in the face, and his scream became an unclear sound.

"Do you think I will poke your vein next time?" He paused, then said, "This is a problem between Kent and me. If you insist on getting involved, Angel Lake will cry for you!"

If Lance had threatened him with death before, he might have just thought... it was a joke.

But now, he was afraid.

"I……"

Lance opened his coat, revealing the gun inside. "After today, there will be no more Kents in Golden Harbor City. My patience is limited, my friend."

He turned to look at Morris beside him, "Go pick up what he threw away."

At the same time, he stood up, pulled the thug's arm to help him stand up, and then took the initiative to brush the dust off his body, "Don't let me down, my friend."

The thugs didn't speak, but the silence at this time was different from the silence before.

Lance took the bags of food from Morris and placed them in his own hands, "I'm with you, don't play tricks."

He pushed the thug and said, "I will tell others that I forced you to do this and you are innocent."

The thug sighed silently at this time, "Kent's brother is a senior cadre of the Camille Gang. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Lance shook his head. "That's for later. Now, I want to fuck him, and I don't want to say it a second time!"

With so many people around him, if he backed down at this moment, he could buy a boat ticket back to the empire.

He didn't want to go back to the Empire.

The thugs no longer insisted and met a sick lunatic. What should they do?
He limped ahead, the pain frightening him and also changing his mood.

There were some onlookers on the road who saw that they had "reconciled" again, and some young people began to look around. They stretched out two fingers in front of their eyes and gestured between the witnesses, warning these people that they had remembered their appearance. Those people left tactfully.

It is not a smart idea to watch gang conflicts. You never know when you might be killed as a "witness"!

A few minutes later, the trusted thug slammed the door hard, "Damn it, open the door!"

His companion's voice came from the other side of the door, "What are we having for lunch today?"

"Fried chicken, or pork elbow?"

He opened the door without even looking at it, and then was stunned for a moment.

Because the cheeks of the trusted thugs were swollen, although his clothes were covered with dust, there was still a lot of dust, and blood was seeping out from his waist.

Before he could even ask "what happened to you", a gun was pointed at him.

The big man guarding the door slowly raised his hands, "Calm down, brother, there is nothing that cannot be discussed."

At the same time, he glared at his trusted thug with a very angry look, and in his heart he also greeted the whole family of this good friend.

Soon, he saw a group of familiar people appearing here, and his expression suddenly became unnatural. He had not forgotten what happened yesterday.

Between his own bad luck and his boss's bad luck, he chose his boss's bad luck, "This matter has nothing to do with me, I didn't do anything yesterday!"

Lance tilted his head and motioned for them to go down. The two thugs looked at each other. They were unwilling to go down from the bottom of their hearts!
In the past, they thought the basement was a very hidden and safe place, but now, why would that damn Kent choose to open a casino in the basement?

Why didn't he open the casino right in the middle of the square?

But the black muzzle of the gun was shaking, and their hearts were beating along with the shaking of the muzzle.

"Walk slowly, I will shoot anyone who runs or talks." Lance's voice was soft, but it made them tremble with fear.

The two of them had no choice but to go in, while the others followed Lance into the basement.

At this time, Kent didn't know that there were less than ten seconds left before the disaster happened. He rubbed his feet to relieve the itch while telling dirty jokes to the thugs.

When he heard heavy footsteps coming down, a smile appeared on his face, "Damn it, you should have come back a long time ago, I'm starving!"

"Let Dad see what you bought for me?"

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