Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Meng Chuan went downstairs, where a bulletproof Lincoln was waiting for him.

When Meng Chuan opened the back door, he discovered that Ying Die had also arrived and was sitting in the driver's seat.

They must have received the news before coming to provide support.

Ruan Shengnan turned her head and reported to Meng Chuan:

"Just received news that Bull's car had its fuel tank punctured at the third intersection, and he is now walking into the slums to the east."

"How many people are there on the other side?"

Meng Chuan bent down and sat in the back seat. The moment the car door closed, he loosened his tie, and the last bit of warmth in his eyes was covered by coldness.

"At least fifteen, all tough nut to crack."

Ruan Shengnan pulled up the location on her phone and handed it to Meng Chuan:

"The three skilled members of the Green Gang just sent word that those guys have modified submachine guns and their close-quarters fighting style is very aggressive. They tried to get close twice, but were driven back each time. One of the brothers was shot in the arm."

Meng Chuan turned on the locator and zoomed in.

The screen's light cast flickering shadows on his face.

“A bunch of scum, Shadow Butterfly, let’s go and meet them ourselves.”

Meng Chuan was now seething with anger.

It's rare that he has time to come over and spend some quality time with Chen Yiyi and the children, to nurture their relationship.

Don't chase the bull early, and don't chase the bull late.

But it was precisely at this critical juncture that his peace was disturbed.

This made the fire in Meng Chuan's chest burn even brighter.

"Sit tight."

Shadow Butterfly, needing to be concise, had already pressed the accelerator.

The black sedan shot off like an arrow, its tires screeching as they rolled across the road.

Meng Chuan leaned back in his chair and said in a deep voice to Ruan Shengnan:

"Tell the brothers to stay far away and not to move any closer."

These killers who are hunting down the bull are no ordinary people; they could very well be Deadpool.

It's not even your average Deadpool.

Otherwise, the Green Gang would never have lost so many brothers.

Since ordinary brothers can't handle it, there's no need to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Ruan Shengnan immediately dialed the phone and quickly relayed the instructions.

Yingdie didn't say a word, but it seemed to have eyes, weaving left and right through the intricate alleys, the car almost flying past the roadside trash cans.

In the rearview mirror, the city's neon lights receded into the distance, replaced by low, dilapidated shacks.

Electrical wires were tangled overhead like spider webs, and the air was filled with the sour smell of cheap alcohol and garbage.

This is Black Anchor, the largest slum in Harmanton.

It is a slum that was formed after the docks were abandoned.

The rusty anchors were dragged by residents to be used as doorstops, and the damp air always smelled of fish and coal smoke.

The narrow stone path gleamed from being trodden.

The houses on both sides were tilted so much that they looked like they might collide at any moment.

The place is filled with curses and violence, as well as the noise coming from the bar entrance after nightfall.

"Introduce me to the Snake Eyes Gang!"

Meng Chuan, sitting in the back row, suddenly asked.

In Meng Chuan's memory, the Snake Eyes Gang was not one of the top ten gangs.

"The Snake Eyes Gang is an organization that has only emerged in recent years."

Ruan Shengnan hurriedly reported.

The Snake Eyes Gang was formed after the Blood Gang disbanded.

A presence that many people in the United States are wary of.

It is a transnational criminal syndicate that engages in illegal activities such as smuggling, assassination, and drug trafficking.

The organization has a tight structure, its members are well-trained, and its style of doing things is ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for compromise.

Their sphere of influence spans multiple cities, with tentacles reaching into various sectors, from high-end business districts in bustling metropolises to ports and wharves in remote areas, where they secretly control industries and have informants.

The core members of the Snake Eyes gang all have unique code names, with "Snake Eyes" being the most mysterious and highly respected.

He is the brain of the entire gang, controlling all actions and decisions.

No one knows his true identity or appearance; all that is known is that he is extremely ruthless and can decide the life and death of countless people with a flick of his wrist.

The other members are also responsible for different areas, such as "Rattlesnake," who is good at intelligence gathering.

They can plant spies anywhere to continuously send information back to the gang from all sides.

"Viper," in charge of armed operations, leads a group of agile and sharpshooting assassins to carry out assassinations and clearing missions, leaving a trail of bloodshed wherever they go.

However, each time they committed a crime, they would leave behind a huge snake eye as a mark.

It was precisely because of that ruthless and unscrupulous nature that he succeeded.

It continuously expanded its territory and influence, engaging in open and covert struggles with various forces, thus creating many grudges.

However, due to its strong strength and tight organization, it has always maintained its dominant position.

Even some legitimate law enforcement agencies are having a lot of trouble with them, and many of their crackdowns have failed because the agencies have received advance warnings.

"What's strange is that Snake Eyes never does assassin business, so why is he chasing Bull this time?"

Ruan Shengnan was also somewhat puzzled.

It's unclear whether he was acting under someone's orders, or whether there was some past grudge or conflict between him and the bull.

Meng Chuan remained silent.

What Snake Eyes gang would dare to hunt down Bull, one of the top ten mafia gangs?

Corey the Godfather is dead, not that the Mafia has fallen apart.

There must be some untold secrets behind this.

"Three hundred meters ahead, the bull's positioning was behind that tin-roofed house."

Ruan Shengnan suddenly pointed to the coordinates on the map inside the car.

There was a hint of tension in his voice.

Ruan Shengnan was, after all, a member of the Dark Hall.

Although they possess some fighting strength, they rarely charge into battle.

This time, he brought the young master along on this adventure, and the young master also ordered the other members of the Green Gang to evacuate.

To say she wasn't nervous would be a lie.

The main concern is that something might happen to Meng Chuan.

If the young master were to lose even a single hair, her position as deputy hall master would be over.

"Catch up. Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've stretched my muscles."

Meng Chuan said, feeling a bit itchy to try.

Yingdie didn't try to dissuade her, but suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the car brushed past a tricycle piled with scrap metal as it turned into the narrow alley.

As the car tilted, Meng Chuan saw several dark figures on motorcycles surrounding a staggering figure a hundred meters ahead.

The figure, wearing a black jacket, was Bull. He was swinging a steel pipe he had picked up, and a large dark stain had seeped into the back of his shirt.

"Young Master, I suggest we call for backup. Your health is of utmost importance."

Ruan Shengnan tried to persuade her.

Although she vaguely knew that the young master seemed to have some skills.

But this is the United States, after all.

These assassins are probably all armed with a gun.

No matter how good your martial arts are, you can't stop a bullet!

"boom!"

Before Meng Chuan could speak, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

The bullet hit the tin wall next to the bull.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The bull fell to the ground and rolled into a corner piled with broken cardboard boxes.

The roar of the motorcycle engines was deafening. A dozen assassins wearing black hoods got off their motorcycles, their submachine guns aimed at that corner.

"Charge!"

Meng Chuan suddenly spoke.

He ignored Ruan Shengnan's previous advice.

Shadow Butterfly was no slouch either.

He slammed on the gas pedal, and the car, like a wild beast out of control, crashed straight into it...