I searched and fought in America.

"Big Gold Tooth, go back and tell Weiss that if he wants to talk to me, he should book a private room at the Hilton Hotel and invite me over."

Rosen said.

Hilton Hotel.

That's the leader in the hotel industry, built right next to the police station. No one would choose to fight there, because that would be tantamount to provoking the Hilton family, a top-tier capital and power group nationwide.

Therefore, over the years, whenever major gangs needed to discuss matters, they would tacitly choose the Hilton as the venue.

This is an unwritten rule.

Big Gold Tooth's face turned even uglier.

Rosen didn't look at him again, but waved to Caesar.

Caesar grinned.

He raised his submachine gun and aimed it at the open space in front of Big Gold Tooth...

"Da da da da da!"

A burst of bullets swept across the ground, sending sparks flying.

Big Gold Tooth was so startled that he jumped back and almost fell over.

Before he could even stand up straight, another man from the Iron Claw Gang raised his gun and fired another burst at his feet.

"Da da da da da!"

Then comes the third one.

"Da da da da da!"

Bullets rained down on the ground like they were free, sending sparks flying across the concrete. Big Gold Tooth and his henchmen were forced to retreat, hopping on their heels, terrified of being hit by stray bullets.

Finally, Big Gold Tooth retreated to his car, yanked open the door, and scrambled inside.

"Go! Go quickly!"

Three cars started up, squeezed through the gaps between the SUVs, and disappeared around the street corner in a flash.

Rosen stood there, watching the cars disappear into the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Caesar walked over and put away his gun:

"Father, should we pursue them?"

Rosen shook his head:

"Need not."

He paused, gazing into the distance:

"If it weren't for their 'Latin Kingdom' sign, and if so many eyes weren't on me right now—"

His voice turned cold:

"We're making them go home lying down today."

Caesar grinned:

There will be another chance next time.

Rosen nodded and turned to walk towards the factory.

the other side.

Big Gold Tooth's convoy sped through the streets, crashing into the Latin Kingdom's stronghold in the Gunhorn community.

He jumped out of the car and practically ran into Weiss's office.

Weiss was sitting on the black stone throne, toying with the boning knife in his hand. When he saw Big Gold Tooth's disheveled appearance, his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

Big Gold Tooth was panting heavily, and the expression on his face was priceless.

"My lord! That Rosen—he's too arrogant!"

Weiss squinted:

"explain."

Big Gold Tooth took a deep breath and began to ramble on:

"When I arrived, he was at the factory gate with a group of people. I followed your instructions and politely invited him over. Guess what he did?"

Weiss listened without saying a word.

Big Gold Tooth continued:

"He wouldn't even come out! He made me wait outside for ages! When he finally did come out, he started being sarcastic and saying things like, 'Who do you think you are? You think you're worthy to let me get in the car with you?' He was talking to me, but everyone knows I was representing you, Commander!"

He stole a glance at Weiss, and seeing that the other man's expression hadn't changed, he became even bolder:

"Later he also said... he said..."

"What did you say?" Weiss's voice turned somber.

Big Gold Tooth gritted his teeth:

"He said that if Your Excellency wishes to see him, you must book a private room at the Hilton Hotel and invite him over. He also said—"

He paused, then raised his voice slightly:

He also said that with your current status, you are no longer worthy of his presence!

The last sentence was added by himself.

But he thought the addition was brilliant.

Weiss's expression changed as expected.

His face turned pale and then flushed, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the boning knife bulged.

The office was deathly silent.

The members of the Latin Kings standing nearby didn't dare to breathe.

A long time passed.

Weiss spoke slowly, his voice cold:

"hehe."

He chuckled twice, but that chuckle sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"It seems I've been underestimated."

Big Gold Tooth nodded quickly:

"Yes, yes, yes! Commander, that kid is too arrogant! If you ask me, we should just take some men over there, smash up his lousy factory, capture him, and let him taste the power of our Latin Kingdom..."

"Shut up."

Weiss interrupted him.

Big Gold Tooth paused for a moment, then quickly shut up.

Weiss stood up, walked to the window, and looked outside.

Of course, he wanted to take his men there right now, capture that kid, and torture him in the most cruel way possible, making him regret every word he had said today.

But he can't.

That kid is riding high right now.

The mayor had just endorsed him, the police chief was very polite to him, and the entire Houston media was watching him. Taking action against him now would be like walking into the line of fire for those politicians.

A few days ago, city officials had already "made a call" to various gangs through various channels. Rosen is now a hero in Houston, and anyone who touches him is going against the city government.

Weiss took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

He turned around and looked at Big Gold Tooth:

"Go again."

Big Gold Tooth paused for a moment:

"what?"

Weiss's voice was eerily calm:

"Tell Rosen on my behalf that I have booked a private room at the Hilton Hotel in three days and I'm waiting for him to come."

Big Gold Tooth opened his mouth wide.

"My lord, this..."

"What?" Weiss looked at him. "You have a problem with that?"

Big Gold Tooth quickly shook his head:

"No, no, no! I'll go right now! I'll go right now!"

He turned and ran, afraid that if he was even a little slow, the enraged Weiss would kill him.

Weiss stood there, looking out the window, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

But in the end, he only said one sentence:

"Rosen, I'd like to see how long you can keep up this arrogance."

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Iron Claw Environmental Protection Company.

In the office, Rosen was flipping through the documents in his hand.

Morris stood to one side, reporting on the latest developments:

"Father, the factory's output has stabilized, and Instructor Cade has started training the staff. As you instructed, they are being trained in three batches in rotation, which will not affect daily operations."

Rosen nodded and continued flipping through the pages.

"There's a public speech at the city government tomorrow, you'll have to go. I've already had the speech prepared, please take a look and see if there's anything that needs to be changed."

Rosen took the manuscript, glanced at it, and casually placed it on the table.

"Maurice," he suddenly spoke, "do you know anyone who's an expert in marketing, editing, and filming?"

Morris paused for a moment:

"What does the Father want to do?"

Rosen leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table:

"I want to run a personal account. This wave of public opinion is too good to miss, so I have to strike while the iron is hot."

Morris thought for a moment, then nodded:

"There really is one."

Rosen raised an eyebrow:

"Oh?"

Morris said:

"That person used to be a top photographer for a big company. He produced a lot of viral videos. His skills are undeniable, and he's quite famous in the industry."

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat complicated:

"Later, I developed a chronic and serious illness. I lost my job, my house, and my wife left me. I'm still not fully recovered and live in the Ronnie community, making a living by doing odd jobs."

Rosen remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he laughed:

"Take me to see him tomorrow."

Morris nodded:

"Yes, Father."

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