People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

These clan leaders had all heard about what happened in Miami. They knew how many people Dongfeng Security had killed in a short period of time when they entered Miami. They also knew that just recently, the Columbia gang in Miami had voluntarily withdrawn and left Miami...

Those are Colombians who value money over life and are incredibly ruthless!

Those guys don't dare to fight Dongfeng Security...

What do these families have to fight with?

For a while.

All five families sprang into action, mobilizing troops to protect their clan leaders.

As for.

Now the situation is clear: should we seize the opportunity to take over the Skrtel family's territory? Or even send someone out to find the Dongfeng Security personnel and eliminate them?

Hehe, stop messing around, you're tired of living, aren't you?

The heads of the six major families tacitly chose to remain inactive, awaiting further developments.

Of course, I'll definitely go to my appointment tomorrow.

If we don't go, who knows what might happen?

Then, speaking of this appointment...

The heads of the six major families were all very curious about one question.

Who will they meet tomorrow?

Is it John Abruzzi? Or is it Ding Ze, the serial killer who supposedly died but is said to still be alive, though it's uncertain whether he's dead or alive?

This night, because of this invitation, suddenly became incredibly long, filled with an atmosphere of fear and unease.

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He had his men drive around in circles, searching for hours, until they finally found it in the middle of the night.

Ding Zecai finally found John Wick's mansion.

The car stopped.

“Come with me, and don’t make any noise,” Ding Ze said.

The group got out of the car and walked towards John Wick's mansion.

Upon reaching the gate of the mansion, Ding Ze didn't hesitate and immediately began to open the door.

Not long after, led by Ding Ze, the group arrived at the basement.

When the time came, his subordinates were completely dumbfounded, unable to understand what Ding Ze was doing or why he was behaving like a thief.

You really can't blame these subordinates.

This is truly unbelievable.

Ding Ze, a notorious serial killer, spent hours fussing over nothing, just to steal something from this house?

Simply outrageous.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, paid no attention to his subordinates' reactions. Using the light from his phone's flashlight, he spotted the floorboard that John Wick had smashed and the wooden crate next to it. Without hesitation, he strode over and opened the crate.

Hey.

The stacks of gold coins inside the wooden box looked absolutely stunning under the light.

Ding Ze grinned, turned his head and looked around, then grabbed a small bag, deftly picked up the gold coins, and stuffed them into it.

Soon.

The gold coins were almost all packed away, with a stack of twenty left.

Ding Ze smiled and didn't move.

Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future. Don't really drain John Wick dry, otherwise, John Wick will be too pitiful.

"Alright, let's go," Ding Ze said in a good mood, carrying the heavy gold coins.

The group returned to the car without incident and drove towards the hotel in mainland China.

Back at the hotel on the mainland, it was already past midnight. It was really late, so Ding Ze took a shower and went straight to sleep.

at night.

Just like in the original storyline, John Wick, who had just visited the Red Circle Club and sustained considerable injuries, was attacked by Perkins.

Everything happened very quickly.

Perkins was no match for John Wick and was defeated.

Ding Ze was fast asleep and ignored the matter.

Before you know it, it's a new day, a little past ten in the morning.

The heads of the six major families, including Gaisby-Falzen, arrived at the Continental Hotel one after another, left a gold coin at the counter, and then went to the rooftop.

On the rooftop.

Ding Ze stood at the edge, one hand in his pocket, a cigarette dangling from his lips, gazing at the distant scenery.

Although, because the location of this mainland hotel is not very good, there is not much scenery to see.

After watching for a short while, Ding Ze heard a noise behind him, turned around, smiled at the person who came, and took the initiative to speak, "Welcome, please sit down. We will have lunch together when the other five clan leaders arrive."

Ding Ze had a lot of gold coins, and not long ago, he asked the hotel staff to bring up dining tables and chairs, and also had the kitchen prepare a lot of food.

At this moment, the food was covered and placed on the dining table.

Upon hearing this, the visitor nodded and, while moving, asked politely, "May I ask your name?"

“My surname is Ding, you can just call me Mr. Ding,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

The words entered the air.

hum.

The newcomer's expression changed slightly.

Damn it!

It really was Ding Ze! That serial killer is still alive!

"Okay, Mr. Ding, it's a pleasure to meet you," the man said politely after a brief moment of panic.

Ding Ze nodded with a smile.

Time passes slowly.

About ten minutes later, all six patriarchs, including Gasby-Falzen, were seated at the dining table.

With a smile on his face, Ding Ze quickly lifted the lids off the dishes one by one. "Esteemed clan leaders, I am very pleased that you are willing to come to the banquet. Please eat and drink."

As he spoke, Ding Ze walked up behind the solemn-looking Gasby-Falzen and gently patted him on the shoulder. “Mr. Falzen, I’ve only ever heard of you before, but I’ve never met you. I’m so glad to finally meet you. John asked me to give you his regards.”

The voice reached my ears.

Gasby-Falzen trembled immediately, extremely nervous. "Mr. Ding, that's all in the past. John should understand that I had to do it back then; I had no other choice."

Ding Ze smiled brightly, "I understand, just like you should understand how I treated Philip back then. In this industry, sometimes we really have to do certain things, even if we don't want to."

Gasby-Falzon's forehead was already covered in cold sweat. He nodded repeatedly, "Yes, that's right, Mr. Ding. I hope you don't misunderstand. My brother Philip really deserves to die. I've thought about killing him many times before. Mr. Ding, you did a great job and helped me a lot."

"Is that so?" Ding Ze smiled happily. "That's good. I was worried that you would hate me and want to kill me."

“No, no, how could that be? I’m so grateful to you,” Gasby-Fall shook his head.

"Oh, I see. So how are you going to thank me?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

Gasby-Fal hadn't expected this. "????"

Ding Ze then said, "How about I take 20% of the Falzeng family's monthly income?"

Gasby-Falzen: "???"

The other five clan leaders: "!!!!"

have to.

So that's the purpose of this meeting!

What the hell.

To reiterate, the six clan leaders present are all well aware of the situation in Miami and know that this is the rule for Dongfeng Security in Miami.

The remaining Russian and Mexican gangs in Miami are required to pay 20 percent of their monthly revenue to Dongfeng Security.

Now that Ding Ze has said this, his purpose is very clear.

Dongfeng Security wants New York!

This is such a bitch.

The six clan leaders were instinctively enraged, not only because of the money, but also because of their pride.

These six families have been rooted in New York for so many years. Now, Dongfeng Security not only wants to penetrate New York, but also wants to directly unify New York's underworld.

Do you think we're all dead?

This is New York, not Miami.