The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 154 If you don’t eat the toast, you will be punished by drinking wine

Schultz sat at the bar, his face gloomy.

After I came back yesterday, I got angrier and angrier the more I thought about it.

He originally wanted to seize Taylor Street, but he was forced back before he could even make a move.

He felt that he had lost all his face.

Even in that situation, if they went to war they would surely lose, and Baggs was obviously prepared.

The bar door was pushed open again, and the cold air rolled in along with a figure.

"Schultz, the Chinese are calling!" a man shouted as he rushed into the bar.

"What? How many people came? Where are they going?" Schultz was a little surprised. He had no grudge against the Chinese, and he didn't think the Chinese were coming to seize his territory.

"More than a hundred people, aggressive and aggressive, they look like they are here to cause trouble!"

Schultz became furious when he heard this. It was bad enough that he was forced to retreat by Baggs, but even the Chinese were looking for trouble with him?

"Let's see what those Chinese are going to do!" Schultz pulled out his gun and strode out.

The others also stood up and followed him.

As soon as I walked out of the bar, I saw a group of people walking towards me from afar. They were so large that I couldn't tell how many there were under the light of the gas street lamps.

He only knew that there must be a lot of them, much more than his own people.

Schultz didn't look back, but he knew there were only a dozen people behind him.

Fortunately, some people came over from not far away, and soon more than twenty people surrounded him.

Schultz led his men to stand in the middle of the road and looked at the other party coldly.

The leader was a tall Chinese man wearing a blue suit, but his appearance could not be seen from the distance.

Next to him was a 1.75-meter-tall, somewhat obese man, and there were two others walking on the other side.

There are at least a hundred people behind them.

Chen Zhengwei didn't stop until he was about ten meters away from Schultz.

"Chinamen, what are you doing here?" Schultz asked aggressively. At the same time, he noticed the big Poland beside Chen Zhengwei and felt even more surprised.

How did these people get mixed up with the Chinese?

"Schultz, that one seems to be from Greater Poland! I remember him, he was in charge of the prostitutes..."

"Schultz? Let's go over to the side and have a chat?" Chen Zhengwei pointed to another bar nearby with a smile.

"Is there anything that can't be said here?" Schultz asked directly in a cold voice. He didn't think there was anything that needed to be said to the other party in private.

"I don't like people rejecting me! You should thank me for giving you the opportunity to talk!" Chen Zhengwei walked straight towards the bar, with Da Poland following him, while the others raised their guns and pointed them at Schultz and his group.

Schultz and others also drew their guns and pointed them at each other, but looking at the group of people opposite them, almost everyone was sweating.

The gap in numbers between the two sides is too big.

"Okay... tell your men to put down their guns first!" Schultz said gritting his teeth.

When Chen Zhengwei walked to the door of the bar, he gestured with his hand, and Yan Qingyou and A Long and their men put down their guns.

When I pushed open the door of the bar, I saw that although there were quite a few drinkers sitting inside, it was quiet inside.

Chen Zhengwei found a seat in a corner, pointed at the two drinkers, and then pointed to one side.

The two men immediately tactfully sat down further away.

Not only them, but other people at the surrounding tables also changed their seats.

Although that Chinese person had no status in San Francisco, the situation was different for the Chinese person with more than a hundred gunmen. No one wanted to cause trouble.

"Waiter, come and wipe the table!" Chen Zhengwei called out to the person beside him, then took off his hat and sat down.

Schultz also came in with someone, then sat opposite Chen Zhengwei and looked at him coldly.

He is very young, and although he has a smile on his face, he gives people a very dangerous feeling.

"Martin and the others died in your hands, right?" Schultz asked directly in a deep voice. Although he didn't know the situation in Chinatown, when he saw this man, he knew that Martin must have died in his hands.

"What are you doing here?"

"How about bringing your people to work for me?" Chen Zhengwei asked after taking out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth.

"What if I say no?" Schultz had no intention of relying on a Chinese.

"No?" Chen Zhengwei sneered, and suddenly flicked the cigarette butt at Schultz's face, then stood up, grabbed the round stool next to him and smashed it on his head. Schultz raised his hand to block the stool, and Chen Zhengwei kicked him in the chest. Schultz felt as if he was kicked by a horse, and the whole person was kicked over.

Chen Zhengwei walked over with a stool and, grinning, hit Schultz on the head with it. His eyes went black and blood flowed from his head.

Just as Schultz's men were about to rush forward, they were knocked to the ground by a punch from Greater Poland.

Although Greater Poland is fat, he has strong fists, otherwise he would not have become the boss of the Poles.

There was some commotion among the Germans in the bar. Although these people were not Schultz's men, they all knew Schultz.

However, after being glanced at by Chen Zhengwei and seeing the fierce light in his eyes, they all became obedient.

Chen Zhengwei raised his foot and stepped on Schultz's head, then looked down at him and said:

"I told you, no one can refuse me! Work for me or die here, you have no other choice!"

It took Schultz a while to come to his senses. He gritted his teeth and tried to break free from Chen Zhengwei's feet, but Chen Zhengwei swung the stool and hit him on the back. Schultz felt that the bones in his back were about to break.

"The bones are so hard? I want to see if it's true. Hold him down!" Chen Zhengwei said to Dapolan.

Dapolski immediately stepped forward and pressed his knee on Schultz's neck. Schultz was completely unable to move and almost suffocated.

Chen Zhengwei picked up a wine bottle from the table next to him, grabbed Schultz's hand, and put a finger into the mouth of the bottle.

Schultz struggled hard, but Chen Zhengwei's hands were like iron clamps and he couldn't get free at all. He watched his fingers being stuffed into the mouth of the wine bottle.

Then Chen Zhengwei bent the bottle upwards.

Following the sound of a broken bone, Schultz let out a scream.

"It breaks already? It doesn't look that hard at all!" Chen Zhengwei grinned, and stuffed Schultz's second finger into the wine bottle and bent it upwards again.

Schultz screamed again and slapped the ground with his other hand.

Schultz's men outside also heard the screams coming from the bar and immediately became agitated, but the next second Aaron and Yan Qingyou brought their men to point guns at them.

"Tell them to stand there quietly. Anyone who moves will die!" Aaron sneered.

A sweaty young man in the crowd shouted loudly that he was the translator that A'long had brought from the labor company that night.

The faces of the Germans on the opposite side were flushed with anger, and they started shouting and cursing loudly, but no one dared to move.

Inside the bar, Chen Zhengwei stuffed Schultz's third finger into the mouth of the bottle and then bent it upwards again.

"I promise, I promise..." Schultz, his face covered in blood, slapped the ground and shouted loudly.

"Fuck!" Chen Zhengwei kicked Schultz in the ribs, threw the bottle aside, straightened his clothes, and said to Dapolan, "Let him go!"

Schultz covered his left hand, staggered to his feet from the ground with his hands in pain, and when he looked at Chen Zhengwei again, his eyes were filled with fear.

The Chinese man was so ruthless that he didn't even give him a chance to speak before breaking three of his fingers.

He had no doubt that if he didn't agree, the other party would break his fingers one by one and then shoot him to death.

"I thought you were really tough!" Chen Zhengwei kicked Schultz again, then let him go in dismay. He pulled out a white silk scarf from his pocket and threw it at him, snorting coldly:

"Wipe the blood off your face. You've made yourself look like this!"

Schultz picked up the silk scarf on the ground and wiped the blood and sweat from his face.

"Do you have any objections to bringing your people to work for me in the future?" Chen Zhengwei took out another cigarette and lit it.

"No...no..." Schultz said, covering his left hand and bearing the pain.

However, the next second, Chen Zhengwei pulled out a gun and pointed it at his forehead: "But I have a problem with it. I think I'm going to be shot!"

"I promise, I will never... I swear to God!" Schultz began to sweat again.

"God?" Chen Zhengwei sneered. God is useless!

Chen Zhengwei stared at Schultz for a few more seconds, and when he saw that he was really scared, he put away his gun and sat back in his chair.

"What do you want from being a mobster? It's nothing more than money, status, and women. Bring your people to work for me. I can give you all of these! And even more!"

"If you dare to play tricks, death is your best outcome!"

"Go out and tell your people to behave themselves!" Chen Zhengwei could already hear the Germans cursing outside.

At the same time, he gave Dapolna a look and asked him to go out with Schultz.

If Schultz dares to play tricks, just kill him.

(End of this chapter)