North America 1849, from Gold Rush to Warlord

Chapter 15 Are you trying to play this trick on me?
"Mr. Ross, you made a mistake!"

Azu took a few steps forward and stood next to Vic.

"A yellow monkey?" Shorty Ross looked up at the tall, thin young man in front of him and said with disdain, "Vic, I didn't expect you to be so cheap that you actually found a yellow monkey to back you up!"

Before Vic could open his mouth, A-Zu repeated, "Mr. Ross, you made a mistake!"

"What's wrong?" The short man Ross was half a head shorter than A-Zu, but his attitude was arrogant, as if he was the one who was superior.

A-Zu also pulled out an envelope from his pocket and raised his hand in the air: "Mr. Vic has transferred his Barbara Tailor Shop and shipping company to my Huamei Company!"

"Now, all of Mr. Vic's property belongs to Huamei Company, not to Mr. Vic himself or his family!"

"What......?"

Shorty Ross was stunned. He never expected that the meat on the plate could grow legs and run away by itself?

After a long pause, Shorty Ross finally came to his senses. "What did you say? All of Vic's assets belong to what... what Huamei Company?"

A-Zu nodded, took out the agreement and the list of registered assets from the envelope, and displayed them under Ross's eyes: "Mr. Ross, please look carefully! Barbara's tailor shop, the shipping company, and everything that Mr. Vic and his family own, all belong to Huamei Company!"

"The person in debt to you is Mr. Vick! However, you have no right to seize or seal up Huamei Company's assets! Everything here has nothing to do with you!"

"Now...!" A Zu's eyes were cold and stern: "Please get out of here!!!"

"What...Fuck?"

Shorty Ross, who was totally caught off guard by this scene, was stunned for a while before he came to his senses.

Realizing that he had been tricked, the short Ross lost his confident and calm demeanor and became furious.

He stamped his stick, jumped up and down, and cursed, "Vic, how dare you play this on me? You didn't even bother asking. No one can owe me money! No one! Never before, and never in the future!"

Ross saw clearly on the papers that Zu was waving that not only had Vic transferred all his assets to Huamei Company, but even the shares were not in his name, but were registered under Harley's name.

The original loan was secured by the Barbara and did not include other assets.

It has always been the case that Shorty Ross has been able to manipulate others, which is the specialty of the Jews. Unexpectedly, today he was fooled by others using his best trick!

That's why he was so furious!

"Vic, you're trying to play this on me? You think you can get away with it?" The exasperated dwarf Ross waved his short arm, "Come on, take Vic's family back first. I don't believe you dare not pay them back! No one owes me Ross money and doesn't pay it back, no one!"

A group of men in black, who had been unable to wait any longer, pounced on them like wolves and tigers.

"Let's see who dares to move!"

Harley and Jason, who had been prepared for a long time, each grabbed a wooden stick that came from nowhere, rushed forward and waved it, blocking the group of men in black outside the door.

But two fists are no match for four hands. There were too many men in black, and they soon forced Harley and Jason to retreat step by step.

The gate could no longer be defended, and a tide of men in black rushed into the store.

Faced with the surging men in black, Anna was already frightened and kept shaking while holding Vic's arm.

Daisy, on the other hand, was exceptionally calm. She quietly grabbed a few boning knives from the kitchen and hid behind A-Zu.

"Mr. Li, do you need it?" Daisy handed a sharp knife to A-Zu.

A Zu reluctantly took the knife: "It's good to have this thing!"

"You don't look nervous at all?" Daisy couldn't help but ask. "Why should I be nervous? They arrested your family, what does it have to do with me?"

"But...but..." Daisy said anxiously, "You're so smart, you must have a way to save us, right?"

A Zu did not comment, but asked: "Do you know where these men in black came from?"

"They...they are from the Irish gang!"

"Oh? Not Ross's men?"

Daisy shook her head. "The Irish gang gets paid to do things. They help whoever pays them."

"That's easy! It's just money, isn't it?" A-Zu sighed, "But your family will have to suffer a little."

Just as he finished speaking, Jason suddenly let out a scream and was hit on the head with a stick, falling to the ground.

Only the burly, young and strong Harley was left fighting alone, but he didn't know how many blows and punches he had received!
Vic was trying to protect his wife, relying only on his fists and feet. He kept retreating and was soon forced into a corner.

A few people also gathered around A-Zu and Daisy, and when they saw Daisy hiding behind A-Zu, their eyes immediately became obscene.

Noticing that the looks of these Irish guys were not right, A-Zu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

I didn't want to get involved in such a meaningless fight. Even if the Vick family was captured, I could just make enough money in a short period of time and redeem them.

In this kind of business dispute, the parties involved will at most suffer a little, but generally no one will be killed.

If everyone is dead, who can we ask for money?

But judging by the looks of these Irish guys, if Daisy is captured, it will be more than just a matter of suffering!

"What's the point of being so beautiful, girl?"

A-Zu muttered inwardly, and turned the boning knife in his hand over, ready to strike.

At this time, Ross, standing outside the door and watching the situation being decided, jumped up and down and shouted, "In the entire Bay Area, no one dares to mess with me, Ross! No one!"

"Vick, you're dead! Your wife is dead! Your daughter is dead too! Oh, and where's that brat of yours? Once I catch him, he'll be dead too... And that yellow monkey, I advise you to mind your own business...!"

"Who in God's name is dead?"

At this moment, a white carriage came galloping on the street outside, accompanied by the neighing of horses, and stopped steadily in front of the tailor shop.

A deep and sacred voice came from the luxurious carriage with pure white color and gold outlines.

"Mr. Ross, who do you think is going to die?"

The pure white carriage door, decorated with crosses, gold and silver keys, red shields, and crown emblems, slowly opened.

A tall and voluptuous blonde beauty, supporting a tall and dignified old man wearing a purple robe and a pure gold cross necklace, slowly got out of the car!
Ross turned around and saw who was coming. He was startled and quickly took off his beanie. He respectfully and properly placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed deeply.

At the same time, Ross said in an extremely flattering tone: "Respected Bishop Evan, it is my honor to meet you!"

Ross is a Jew and believes in Judaism, but that doesn't mean he dares to be disrespectful to the old man in front of him!
Bishop Evan surveyed the chaotic situation with a dignified gaze. Wherever his eyes fell, everyone quickly put down their quarrels and respectfully took off their hats to salute.

"Can anyone tell me what exactly happened here?"

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