The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 146 Mr. Chen sends his regards to you

Chen Zhengwei looked at Vincent for a moment. He looked very calm, with a round face and curly hair. He was a typical Pole, very similar to an Italian, but with whiter skin.

Before, Da Poland said that he was a sharpshooter, so Chen Zhengwei was a little curious about who was a better shooter between him and the other party.

"Let's sit down and talk!" Chen Zhengwei motioned for the two to sit down.

"The boss of the North Beach Italian Mafia, Vito, is that his name?" Chen Zhengwei glanced at Greater Poland, and only looked at Vincent again after seeing him nod.

"I need you to take him out, and several of his important men!"

"They all sound like big shots. You'd better choose one. The others will depend on luck. And I need his people to assist me!" Vincent said after taking a look at Greater Poland.

"Besides, the time is uncertain, I need to find an opportunity."

Killing people is not an easy task, especially for a mafia boss like Vito, who has more than four bodyguards around him at all times.
If you want to kill him, you need to keep a long-term watch and look for an opportunity.
"Then get rid of Vito!" Chen Zhengwei said directly.

"Five thousand dollars! Pay half of it as a deposit in advance. If you kill other people, you can pay more, two thousand dollars per person." Vincent said.

"No problem!" When Charles asked for 4800 US dollars a month, Chen Zhengwei felt murderous. In his heart, Charles was only worth 2000 yuan a month.

But he thought it was worth it if five thousand dollars could kill Vito and muddy the waters in North Beach.

"I'll only give you a week at most!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"If you can't do it, I'll return the deposit to you," said Vincent.

Chen Zhengwei walked to the side, opened the cabinet, took out a stack of 20 US dollars, and then took out half a stack of 10 US dollars and threw them directly in front of Vincent.

"I just want to hear good news!"

Vincent took the money expressionlessly, then stood up and left.

"Keep an eye on the whereabouts of important figures under Vito!" Chen Zhengwei ordered before leaving Greater Poland. If there was a chance, he wouldn't mind sending someone to kill important figures under Victor.

Dapolan nodded, then closed the door and left.

……

Mike Thomas, a reporter for the San Francisco Coaster, also wrote the previous report.
Late at night, he was wearing a coat and walking quickly on the road outside his house, in a good mood.

He has a friend who lives in the white area outside of Chinatown. He had heard from his friend that Chinatown was very chaotic recently. After making some inquiries, he wrote a report about Chinatown.

The response seemed to be good. He even heard people discussing his report and those dirty Chinese in the restaurant.

With the closure of the gold mine and the completion of the railway construction, San Francisco's economy has been depressed in recent years and many people have lost their jobs.

The Chinese who stole their jobs naturally became the objects of hatred and ridicule by ordinary people.

So when his report was sent out, many people used the report to discuss those Chinese.

Mike Thomas walked and thought that he should dig deeper into the content of Chinatown and make a series of reports.

From the pigtails of the Chinese to their country called Qing...

Just as he was passing through the alley, two men walked up behind him and put the sharp tips of knives against his waist.

"The money is in my left pocket..." Mike Thomas raised his hands consciously. In order to look for news reports everywhere, he often went to unfamiliar neighborhoods and he had rich experience in dealing with gang members.

But the man behind him didn't search his pockets. Instead, he said, "Mike Thomas!"

"You got the wrong guy..." Mike Thomas denied subconsciously. Who knows if he came here to seek revenge.

But he immediately felt the tip of the knife on his back exert more force, and the sharp tip pierced his skin.

"Be careful. Okay, it's me. What do you want from me? Have you read my report? Or heard about it?" Mike Thomas saw that he couldn't deny it and the other party seemed to have identified him, so he could only say helplessly.

After thinking about it, I realized that my recent report probably didn't offend any big shots. Maybe the other party wanted me to help write a report? This kind of thing happens occasionally.

"Mr. Chen from Chinatown, let us say hello to you on his behalf!" the man behind him whispered in Mike Thomas' ear.

"Chinatown? Chen..." Mike Thomas hadn't reacted yet. Although he had just written a report about Chinatown, he never thought that those Chinese would find him because of it.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his waist. A dagger stabbed into his waist, then pulled out and stabbed in again.

Mike Thomas felt all his strength drain away along with the wound on his waist.

The two Polish youths wearing newsboy caps loosened their grip, pulled their brims down a little, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Only Mike Thomas was left lying on the ground, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes.

...Chen Zhengwei opened the curtains and saw that the sky was gloomy and light rain was falling in the yard.

I opened the window a little, and some cold air flowed into the bedroom along with some fresh air.

"This weather is suitable for taking a nap..." Chen Zhengwei actually likes to take a nap on rainy days.

Unfortunately, there have been a lot of things going on recently.

I went downstairs in my bathrobe, holding a cigarette in my mouth, and saw Qiao Niang and Zheng Wu moving a small stool and sitting at the door watching the rain outside.

Lin Changning, wearing a moon-white jacket and trousers, sat on the sofa in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about.

It was raining today, so no one went to the martial arts gym.

After Chen Zhengwei finished washing up, he sat opposite Lin Changning, his eyes constantly wandering over her.

"What are you doing?" Lin Changning couldn't stand being stared at by Chen Zhengwei, so he changed his posture, folded his arms, and glared back at him.

"Look at you! Otherwise, why would I look at you?" Chen Zhengwei laughed and continued to stare at her chest unscrupulously.

Lin Changning was too lazy to pay attention to him. The room was unusually peaceful.

After all, Chen Zhengwei rarely had the chance to sit there quietly.

But it wasn't long before the peace was broken by the sound of knocking on the door.

"Brother Wei! It's me!"

Qiao Niang ran over to open the door, and Rong Jiacai first said to Qiao Niang: "Thank you, Qiao Niang!"

Then he quickly walked into the hall and touched Chen Zhengwu's head.

While taking off his hat to shake off the water, he greeted, "Brother Wei, Sister Changning!"

"Brother Wei, we found George Walsh!"

"Who is that?" Chen Zhengwei withdrew his gaze from Lin Changning, with a look of surprise on his face.

Rong Jiacai felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, so he could only explain: "It's Montgomery Street..."

"Oh, I remember! Where is he?" Chen Zhengwei suddenly realized that foreigners' names are difficult to remember, and it's not his fault.

"He just went to collect rent from those shops, and then went to a restaurant on Montgomery Street fifteen minutes ago. He should be having lunch there," said Rong Jiacai.

"Send someone to look for Alan. If you can't find him, find someone else. Then arrange two carriages and ask a few people to wait for me at the door." Chen Zhengwei stood up and went upstairs to change his clothes.

That loser refused to meet him and seemed to be very dissatisfied with him.

Chen Zhengwei planned to have a good talk with him.

Chen Zhengwei went upstairs and changed into a black gentleman's suit and a white shirt, and put on a blue bowler hat on his head.

After going downstairs, he said to Lin Changning, "You guys can find a restaurant to eat lunch! I'm busier than the mayor!"

Lin Changning glanced at him. She knew that Chen Zhengwei was very busy every day and often did not come home at night.

A moment later, Chen Zhengwei took a few people to Montgomery Street in a carriage.

On the side of the road, I saw the thug sent to follow me waving at the carriage, and then he trotted over to the carriage and said:

"Brother Wei, this is the restaurant!"

Chen Zhengwei nodded and kicked Li Xiwen: "Go down and hold an umbrella!"

Several young men in gentlemen's suits got off another carriage and looked around vigilantly.

Only then did Chen Zhengwei get off the car.

Allen, wearing a raincoat, rode over on horseback: "Mr. Chen!"

"I'll go in first, and you go in to finish it later! You know what to do, right?" Chen Zhengwei asked Allen.

"Yes!" Alan nodded.

Chen Zhengwei saw a one-meter-long wooden block as thick as an arm placed beside the steps. He first took off the badge on his chest, then picked up the wooden block and led the people into the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)