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

However, despite his anger, Gasby-Falzon neither wanted nor dared to be the one to stick his neck out, so he remained silent and looked at the other five clan leaders.

Interestingly, the other five clan leaders also exhibited the same behavior.

For a moment, all six clan leaders were tense and silent.

Ding Ze took out a cigarette, lit it, and leisurely sat down in his seat, waiting quietly.

A minute or two later.

The head of the Morrison family, who had always been short-tempered, couldn't hold back any longer and spoke to Ding Ze, "Mr. Ding, you want New York?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze smiled and nodded directly, "Yes, New York is a good place. But to be honest, my main reason for wanting New York is money. After all, New York isn't as comfortable as Miami."

The head of the Morrison family raised an eyebrow. "You're not coming to New York?"

“Dongfeng Security will open a branch in New York, and then the six clan leaders will send the money every month, so I won’t have to come,” Ding Ze said with a laugh.

“Ha,” the head of the Morrison family sneered, “Mr. Ding, New York is our New York. You’re dreaming.”

Once someone took the lead, the other five clan leaders also mustered up some courage and voiced their disagreement.

Ding Ze listened quietly until the six old men in front of him finished speaking. Then he exhaled a long puff of smoke, smiled, and shook his head. "I actually knew you would have this reaction. It's normal. If I were in your position, I would have the same reaction. I would think, 'Why? Who is this Ding guy?'"

There was a pause.

Ding Ze's smile suddenly widened. "Unfortunately, I'm not in your position." (End of Chapter)

Chapter 172 A full stomach makes for a better journey

That's a very blunt way to put it.

The head of the Morrison family, his face contorted with rage, suddenly stood up. "You, surnamed Ding, you're right. Who do you think you are?"

Enraged, Terry Morrison, the patriarch of the Morrison family, roared at Ding Ze and immediately turned to seek the support of the other five patriarchs.

"Clan leaders, if you ask me, we should unite and kill this guy!"

"This is our New York!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

Instantly, the other five clan leaders' expressions changed drastically, and their eyes showed obvious fear.

Terry Morrison was puzzled, unable to understand why these five men were reacting this way, until he noticed a signal from one of the clan leaders…

next second.

Terry Morrison lowered his head and looked at his chest.

There was a red dot clearly visible on his chest.

"F*** you!" Terry Morrison was immediately startled and instinctively took several steps back. Then, glaring at Ding Ze with a mixture of shock and anger, he roared, "This is the Continental Hotel!! You can't do this here!"

Ding Ze grinned. "First of all, you should have heard of my nickname, right? Hehe. Secondly, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Reminded, Terry Morrison remembered.

Damn it, a murderer, a madman!

This madman even dared to go head-to-head with the FBI; he really dared to take action!

Terry Morrison was utterly terrified and speechless.

at the same time.

The other five patriarchs, including Gasby-Falzen, got up in perfect unison, intending to flee.

Upon seeing the actions of the five clan leaders, the five snipers lying in ambush in the nearby high-rise immediately activated the infrared sensors on their sniper rifles.

moment.

All five of them, including Gaisby and Farzen, immediately noticed the red dots on their bodies and dared not move an inch.

See this.

Ding Ze smiled happily.

It's really funny. These guys think that coming to the mainland hotel means they're safe from any danger and obediently attend the banquet.

And this is New York, not Miami, so he can do things here with almost no worries.

Interesting and interesting.

"Six clan leaders, I suggest you all sit down and enjoy this sumptuous lunch. You should know that I spent quite a few gold coins to prepare this lunch."

"Besides, I'm new here and don't really know much about it..."

"Business is not allowed inside mainland hotels. So what if the assassin does the work outside the hotel? How should that be handled?"

Terry Morrison had calmed down a bit, and upon hearing the question, he immediately spoke up, "That's also a violation of the hotel's rules!!"

Ding Ze smiled and nodded. "I see. Now I have another question. What if those killers left immediately after they committed the crime, for example, they went back to Miami?"

"What should the hotel do then?"

"I think it would take the hotel quite a while just to find out who those killers are and what they look like."

"More importantly, the people who were killed are already dead. What significance does it have for the victims if the hotel finds out who the murderer is?"

Ding Ze said this in one breath, and then added, "These are all hypothetical, clan leaders, please don't take them seriously."

The six clan leaders: "..."

Damn it, this is outrageous!

However, it's all the truth...

If they die here, what does it matter how prestigious the hotel is? They're all dead!

"If we don't agree to your conditions, you're going to kill us?" Terry Morrison asked Ding Ze through gritted teeth.

Ding Ze shook his head decisively, "What are you talking about? How could I be that kind of person? In fact, after this lunch, everyone can go back, then mobilize our troops and make preparations. In a while, I will visit the families who are unwilling to let me earn a little money."

As Ding Ze spoke, he looked at Gasby-Falzen and said, "I think we should start by visiting the Falzen family."

Gasby-Falzen: "???"

Damn it, why should it start with me?

Do you think I'm easy to bully?

Gasby-Falzen was both scared and depressed, his mood was terrible. "Mr. Ding, my family is willing to agree to your terms."

No choice.

Should we go to war?

How many people are there in Dongfeng Security? How many people are in the Falzeng family?

Fighting to the death, until the very end, the Farzen family was completely wiped out. What was the point?

Just to keep that 20% of the money?

Twenty percent is not a small amount, but the remaining eighty percent is even more!

This is a very simple math problem.

Gaisby-Far had already calculated this long ago.

Hear this.

Ding Ze was delighted.

The other five clan leaders were shocked and could hardly believe that this useless fellow, Gasby-Falzen, had actually become a traitor.

Gasby-Fal had clearly noticed the gazes of the other five patriarchs, and gave a wry smile. “Don’t look at me, it won’t do any good. I want to live a few more years. You guys are awesome, go fight Mr. Ding. I’ll hold a memorial service for you next year.”

Words spoken.

Ding Ze raised his hand, shook it, and then pointed to Gasby-Falzen.

The next instant, the red dot on Gaisby-Falzen's chest disappeared.

When Gasby-Fal saw this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed considerably. "Thank you, Mr. Ding."

Look how strange! He was threatened, but he still thanked them.

“Mr. Falzen, no wonder I found you very pleasing to the eye the first time I saw you; I knew I wasn’t wrong,” Ding Ze said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Gasby-Falzon shamelessly smiled and flattered, "Mr. Ding is too kind."

“Mr. Farzen, please have a meal,” Ding Ze greeted.

“Okay,” Gasby-Falzen didn’t say anything more. Anyway, he was fine now that he had survived. Losing some money was fine, it was better than losing his life and having nothing left.

Gaisby-Fal ate it like that.

Having witnessed Gasby-Falzen's shamelessness firsthand, the other five clan leaders were so enraged they wanted to curse Gasby-Falzen's ancestors.

Ding Ze ignored it and started enjoying his lunch.

The other five clan leaders glanced at Gasby-Falzen and Dingze, then at the red dots still visible on their bodies…

Fxxk!

The other five clan leaders, having no other choice, also began to eat.