The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 170 So many people hanging themselves, it's quite unique
Michael got off his horse and took out a light yellow iron box from the roadside. When he opened it, there was a row of hand-rolled cigarettes and a half-length portrait inside.

This pack of cigarettes is the Doukou cigarette given to him by Chen Zhengwei. It is said that the person in this portrait is the woman who rolled this pack of cigarettes.

She looks young, beautiful and full of energy.

Even though this cigarette is different from the one he smoked from Chen Zhengwei, Michael still thinks it is much better than ordinary cigarettes.

After smoking for a while, I saw a row of more than ten carriages coming, each of which was full of people.

Michael's brows twitched suddenly. Is Chen Zhengwei going to start a war at the dock?

The carriage stopped next to Michael and Chen Zhengwei jumped out.

"Chen, I know you are very angry, but the dock is crowded with people, so please don't make too much noise!" Michael said directly.

Even if Chen Zhengwei killed a few people at night, he would accept it and help Chen Zhengwei clean up.

But if he took so many people to the dock, it would be difficult for him to deal with it if a gunfight really broke out in the street.

"They dug up my roots, killed my people, my friends, and you asked me not to make a big fuss?" Chen Zhengwei said with a cold face.

"You can do it at night, right? That way it will be easier." Michael felt that he had absolutely no ethics as a police officer.

"I can't stand this! How dare anyone to cause trouble for me!" Chen Zhengwei was furious and kicked Michael's horse.

The horse neighed and then ran away.

Chen Zhengwei was stunned for a moment. He was used to kicking things.

"Damn it! Go and catch my sweetheart, don't let it hit anyone!" Michael looked distressed and shouted to the agent not far away.

"You call it sweetheart?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows. He didn't quite understand the feelings these horse breeders had towards their horses.

"Okay, now that I think about it, Michael, my people were just shot. You should arrest those Irish people, and then I will go find them directly, so there will be less noise!" Chen Zhengwei put his arm around Michael's shoulders and proposed a best of both worlds plan.

He had no intention of engaging in a direct fight with the Irish. If he had known about a gunfight involving hundreds of people at the dock, he would have made the headlines tomorrow.

And there will inevitably be some casualties, which is completely unnecessary.

He was going to hang that bastard at the door of their company.

Then wait for those Irishmen to be released, and then ambush the gunmen to kill them!

Splitting one thing into two will make the commotion much smaller, and Michael will be more likely to accept it.

Michael nodded. This was indeed much better.

"Try to make it look better!" Michael whispered to Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei patted Michael on the shoulder.

After Michael's horse was recovered, Michael went to the dock with the FBI agents.

……

At this time, in an office near the dock, several people were chatting and laughing.

"Those bastards should be taught a lesson!" A fat man held a cigar in one hand and clinked glasses with others with the other.

He was also named Eric, the same name as the reporter for the San Francisco Chronicle, and the man who had previously employed more than 60 longshoremen.

"Do they think we will let them ask for so much? We have to let them know this is America!" said another slightly thinner man.

Just as Chen Zhengwei thought, after tomorrow, more Chinese workers would have their wages deducted.

This event was not planned by one person, but was the result of a collaboration of many people.

Previously, the Chinese set up a labor company and raised the salary to 20 yuan, and also demanded other benefits.

Although the wages were lower than those of the Irish and other ethnic groups, many people still felt offended, but had no choice but to hire them.

If left unchecked, the wages of Chinese workers might soon be almost the same as those of the Irish.

Therefore, many people united together and prepared to teach the Chinese a lesson. When the labor company could no longer operate, those Chinese workers would be hired at the lowest price and given the worst food, just like before.

"Patrick, I have to thank you this time!" Eric walked up to a man sitting on the sofa playing with a knife and clinked glasses with him.

"This is my territory!" Patrick shrugged.

Nick Burn was murdered by those Chinese.

Later, some Irish people were beaten and injured, which affected his authority and made him look bad.

He had long wanted to teach those Chinese a lesson.

So this time, those people just had some ideas and he was pushing them forward from behind.

Not only did he teach the Chinese a lesson, but he also made money.

Moreover, if I make good friends with them, they will come to me when they need help in the future.

Patrick is the Irish boss of this area, and his main sphere of influence is in the port dock area.

Between the pier and Chinatown is the financial district. Although part of it is nominally his territory, it does not bring much profit.

The dock is his main source of income.

But after this incident, he felt that he could expand his business.

While several people in the room were chatting and laughing, Michael led his men downstairs and saw more than 20 Irish people gathered downstairs. Some of them were showing off to each other their prowess in the midday melee.

The group of people saw a group of agents coming, but they didn't care.

They had already made arrangements, not to mention that the people being beaten were Chinese.

A small leader came towards Michael with a smile.

"Catch them!" Michael and his men arrested the little leader without saying a word, and then went forward to arrest people.

"Why are you arresting us?"

The Irish people were immediately furious and started pushing and shoving the agents, causing some chaos at the scene.

Bang! Michael fired a shot directly into the sky and shouted coldly:
"Anyone who dares to resist will be considered resisting law enforcement and assaulting police officers, and will be shot directly!"

"Michael, what did my people do?" Patrick asked as he walked down from upstairs. He also knew Michael, and they even had some friendship before.

And Eric followed down.

"Someone call the police. Someone just shot and killed someone here. Everyone follow me back to investigate." Michael said coldly.

"This is all a misunderstanding, Sheriff! The person who fired the shot has already run away!" Eric took out two hundred dollars and stuffed it into Michael's pocket.

"Is this considered a bribe?" Michael waved the two hundred dollars at Eric and said, "I'll report it to the FBI."

"I am very familiar with Congressman An Tusen!" Eric's face suddenly turned ugly.

"But I don't know him well!" Michael looked at Eric as if he were a dead person.

Then he looked at Patrick and said, "Patrick, I'll take you and your people with me!"

Patrick smiled and said to Michael:
"Michael, I heard that you are very close to those bastards and are doing things for them? You have brought shame to us Irish people!"

"This is our place. Are you helping those bastards? You will regret it."

"Stop talking nonsense and come with me. This will be good for both of us! I will let you out in one day at most!" Michael said coldly.

Patrick sneered, "Very good!"

After all, Michael was a sheriff, and he had deterrent power. It took him some time to take away all the Irish people present.

Eric felt bad as he watched Michael taking Patrick's men away.

The chief of police in this bureau was bought off by those bastards.

Eric decided to go find the congressman. After all, those Chinese people might come to cause trouble again, and Patrick would need to deal with them.

Eric went upstairs to get the clothes, said something to a few people, and they went downstairs.

However, just as they went downstairs, more than a dozen carriages stopped at the door. Then the doors opened, and dozens of Chinese young men in gentlemen's suits jumped out of the carriages and surrounded them directly.

Seeing this, some employees in the company also rushed out, a total of five or six people.

"You still dare to come here?" Eric asked sternly.

Afterwards, these Chinese youths separated, and Chen Zhengwei and Lin Changning came over, with Saliva Kuan behind them, whom Chen Zhengwei had brought over specifically to identify them.

"Senior brother, it's him!" Kou Shuikuan pointed at Eric when he saw him.

Chen Zhengwei walked up to Eric and patted his face. "You even dare to cheat me of my money. Who gave you the courage?"

“Those people broke my things, I just took the money to compensate for the loss…” Eric said loudly.

"Fuck! Do you fucking think I'm stupid?" Chen Zhengwei had a ferocious look on his face. He kicked Eric and made him fall down.

The other people in Eric's company suddenly became agitated and wanted to rush forward.

"Get everyone in!" Chen Zhengwei said, and A'long was the first to rush forward.

At this time, a young man from Eric's company pulled out a gun from his waist with a fierce look on his face and aimed at Chen Zhengwei. Lin Changning suddenly pulled out two knives, one of which was thrown directly at the opponent's chest. He suddenly jumped up, raised his right hand, and one hand flew up with blood.

The young man was stabbed in the chest and screamed while covering his wrist.

Although Lin Changning didn't have much contact with his fellow disciples in the martial arts school, he was furious after finding out the whole story. Without even a second of hesitation or pause, the knife in his right hand pierced through the young man's throat in the next second.

Then he moved his body and pulled out both knives.

Blood spurted out, Lin Changning dodged it directly, and Chen Zhengwei also stepped aside.

Damn, that was a close call, I almost got covered in blood.

However, this girl turned around before drawing the knife, completely avoiding the blood. This technique is quite skillful.

The henchman behind Chen Zhengwei was hit in the face and wiped the blood off his face with an innocent look.

"Bring the rope over!" Chen Zhengwei thought about it and realized that it would be difficult to hang so many people!

"Go in and search if there is a rope." Chen Zhengwei ordered, then turned his head to look outside. There were a lot of people near the dock, and many people were already watching from a distance.

Chen Zhengwei pulled out his gun and fired three shots into the sky.

"Tell them all to get out of here!"

A few thugs pulled out their guns and walked towards the people watching in the distance, and those people immediately ran away very quickly.

Then Chen Zhengwei walked in and saw eight people inside with their heads broken and bleeding.

"You will regret doing this to me!" Eric was beaten and his head was bleeding, and he shouted while holding his head.

"You can still scream? Did you use any strength?" Chen Zhengwei cursed, and grabbed a stool, swinging it on Eric's head.

Eric suddenly fell to the ground, twitching.

"Hang him outside the window! I want everyone to see what happens to those who dare to cheat me of my money." Chen Zhengwei grinned.

Then I looked up at the ceiling, and yes, there was a place to hang people here.

"Hang all the remaining people!"

Several thugs immediately dragged Eric upstairs.

The other two well-dressed men quickly pleaded loudly: "Don't kill us, it's none of our business!"

"So who are you?" Chen Zhengwei walked up to the two men and looked down at them. The two men were beaten less severely, mainly because they did not resist.

"We are here to discuss business...it has nothing to do with us!"

"It has nothing to do with you? Then you are out of luck!" Chen Zhengwei kicked one person in the face and kicked another person on the temple.

He doesn't care whether he has anything to do with these two people.

Moreover, the Irish had just been arrested, and yet these two were here, discussing business? What kind of business?
"By the way, bring over the bastard's belongings and keys!" Chen Zhengwei slapped his head. He was so angry just now that he almost forgot about this matter.

You have to get your own money back.

No one can owe himself money, not even a dead person.

A moment later, when Chen Zhengwei's men were busy hanging people on the roof, Chen Zhengwei's fellow apprentices came over in a carriage.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

As soon as they came in, they saw several young men in gentlemen's suits putting a rope around a man's neck. The man was still struggling and begging.

"It's none of my business... Don't kill me..."

The fellow disciples who had been rushing over aggressively suddenly looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What are you looking at? They hanged themselves, why don't you help them?" Chen Zhengwei turned his head and glanced at them.

Then I took the key and went upstairs. There was a safe in the office on the second floor.

Chen Zhengwei went upstairs and opened the safe, only to see that there was not much money in it, only a stack of 20-dollar bills, and some one-dollar, five-dollar, and ten-dollar bills, totaling more than three thousand yuan, probably for emergency use.

Most people keep some money in a safe for emergencies, but not too much.

"So little? Forget it, just consider it as interest!" Chen Zhengwei was a little dissatisfied.

In addition to that there was a pile of various documents. Chen Zhengwei took out a few and took a look. They were all documents about goods and containers.

I opened the drawer again, and it was filled with some small odds and ends that weren't of much value.

Chen Zhengwei walked around and finally came to the window on the second floor, where Eric was hanging with a rope around his neck.

The other end of the rope was tied to the door handle.

"No...no..." Eric woke up at this time and wanted to break free, but he couldn't.

Her face was full of pleading: "It's my fault, we can talk about it again!"

"Talk about your mother!" Chen Zhengwei sneered. What the hell have you been thinking about?

"Throw him down!"

Chen Zhengwei gave an order and two thugs immediately pushed Eric out of the window.

The rope tightened suddenly.

Eric was hanging outside the window, struggling with the rope with both hands, but he soon stopped making any sound and his arms dropped down.

Chen Zhengwei leaned out of the window and saw someone watching from a distance, but he was too lazy to pay attention.

When he went downstairs, everyone else was also hanging on the ceiling, and Chen Zhengwei finally got rid of his anger.

"Tsk, tsk, so many people hanging themselves, it's quite unique! Like wind chimes."

"This guy's hands are broken, his neck is pierced, and he's hanging himself? So creative? Who among you is so talented?"

A group of thugs looked at Aaron.

"Brother Wei, please listen to my explanation..." Aaron felt something was wrong and said quickly.

"What the hell is that!" Chen Zhengwei kicked him directly.

"Damn, why does it stink so bad? Let's go, we have things to do tonight!"

(End of this chapter)