Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

This single action caused a stir among the crowd behind Angelo. Many had heard of his exploits at the docks and, already feeling uncertain, quickly retreated. This retreat caused chaos in the crowd.

"Well, Italian, this is just my humble opinion..."

"Crack!"

Zhang Renfeng easily broke the handcuffs without any apparent effort, and his hands returned to their natural hanging positions.

"??!"

Angelo was so startled by the action that he took two steps back, almost lost his balance, and stumbled and fell.

He had been told that this opponent was unlike any other, and might not even be considered an ordinary human. But Angelo never took it seriously; his impression of Zhang Renfeng was still at a similar level to that of the Yellow-Toothed Guy.

Can fight? What good is it if you can fight? You'll still be taken down with one shot.

But now... he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, even though the other party was locked in a cage, they still firmly held the initiative.

"No matter how much you possess, can you take it to another world?"

In the deathly silence, Angelo swallowed hard, forcing himself to calm down. "You think you still have a chance?"

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen next… You’ll be in court as fast as you can and sentenced to death. The judge, the prosecutor, the jury, and most of the police officers are my people! I’ve already made arrangements with the local lawyers; no one will defend you.”

"I'm quite curious, in this situation, how can you possibly turn things around? Hmm?"

"You think you can open the iron bars with your fists?"

After saying this, Angelo took a small step back, as if afraid that he would actually do it. Once the iron bars were turned, due to inertia, the next thing to be turned would be his own head.

Fortunately, Zhang Renfeng didn't attack the railing. He simply sat down again, crossed his legs, and took a small piece of paper from his pocket. With a flick of his fingers, he sent the paper flying through the iron bars, landing directly in Angelo's hand.

“GIVE ME JIMMY…” Angelo frowned, reading the contents of the slip of paper aloud. “What does it mean?”

"Isn't this just a coincidence?" Zhang Renfeng said calmly with a smile. "I happen to know a pretty good lawyer."

----

"Crack—!!"

As the train arrived at the station, after the metallic scraping sound on the tracks subsided, another group of passengers arrived in this modern and civilized capital.

"Whoosh~~~ Big city—!!" Jimmy stretched his shoulders, looking quite excited. "It's been so long!"

“This isn’t our territory.” Mike pulled down the brim of his gambler’s hat and cautioned, “According to Mei, we have to be careful in everything once we’re in town.”

Chapter 246: Let the rest go, burn them all! (Bounty 1)

"What did you say? It's not settled yet? How can you tell me it's not settled yet?! I pay them so much money every year, are they all a bunch of good-for-nothings?!"

Inside the mansion, Angelo's face had turned a deep purplish-red with rage. He hurled the cup in his hand, shattering it into pieces, and roared in fury, "Three days have passed... Three days ago, in the police station, in front of so many people, I boasted that I would send him to the gallows! He's just a mere bastard, with no power or background whatsoever."

"Didn't you say the courts were all under my control? Why can't you do something so simple!"

"Uh... this, this..." Guido stammered, his expertise lay only in fighting and collecting protection money; he was simply not cut out for things that required brains. Faced with his boss's questioning, he could only lower his head and meekly accept the scolding.

Charles sighed inwardly.

The magnificent, brightly lit mansion, for some reason, also showed signs of decay.

"He hired a lawyer..."

“How could any lawyer dare to take his case?” Angelo interrupted him impatiently. “Didn’t you leak the news?”

Guido swallowed hard. "They've been released, but..."

"Jimmy McGill is not a native lawyer of St. Quintak; he comes from the neighboring town of White Torch. It is said that he is backed by the Cheddar Group, and there seem to be other forces involved as well."

Charles continued, "I've attended a few sessions, and his debating skills are exceptional. The prosecutors' group is no match for him... He excels in organizing the chain of evidence, presenting evidence, and his eloquence."

"Then find someone to take care of him!" Angelo waved his hand impatiently. "When he's alone, lure him to a corner where no one can see him and beat him up. Something this simple should be a piece of cake for you guys, right?"

"..." Guido looked troubled.

"What?" Angelo sensed something was wrong. "Even this is difficult?"

“In fact, Mr. Angelo, we’ve tried, more than once. But… that guy is always on guard and never alone.” Guido hesitated for a moment before telling the truth, “He has a bodyguard who follows him around at all times and is very vigilant.”

"Bodyguards?" Angelo's forehead vein throbbed. "Who are they?"

“He wasn’t local either. A white male, bald, around fifty years old, looked like a bounty hunter. His marksmanship and counter-surveillance skills were excellent,” Charles added. “I sent a lot of little birds to stalk him, but he managed to shake them all off…”

"Excuse me?" Angelo looked incredulous. "You mean, the Italian gang, with nearly a hundred men, can't even handle a man in his fifties?"

"call……"

He took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. "I don't have time to waste with you guys anymore. The mayor's banquet is about to begin. Before that, no matter what means you use, you have to get him under control!"

“Mr. Angelo, I asked the people at the court, and this is what they said.”

Charles said in a deep voice, "That Jimmy is very skilled, and he's clearly well-prepared, so he won't be easy to defeat in a short time. But he's also the lawyer representing the Cheddar Group, which means that most of his business is definitely not in San Quintak. This also means that he can't stay here for too long."

“We can stall him for time, buy him some time, and when Chedel needs him, he'll have no choice but to rush back to New Elizabeth. Then we can relax…”

"No way! Can't you understand human language? Take him down right now!" Angelo's usual warm smile vanished, replaced by a sudden outburst. He transformed into a desktop cleaning master, sweeping everything off the table.

“Bang!!”

Dishes and bowls were broken all over the floor.

Charles remained calm; fundamentally, he knew that Angelo was just that kind of person.

"So many people, so many eyes, are watching me! What do you think I rely on to rule this city? Guns? Henchmen?"

"No, it's all about reputation, the reputation of 'the Italian'! Anyone who dares to mess with me, I'll send them to the gallows! I mean what I say, and I always carry out my threats. When I get angry, I always get something out of it! Otherwise, the next time I make a threat, nobody will take me seriously."

“Managing a place requires costs, and the lower the costs, the better! When you go to collect protection money, why do people not say a word and obediently hand over the money? It's because they know that you are one of the Italians, and if you offend the Italians, you will suffer a terrible fate. Everyone thinks so, and everyone obediently hands over the money.”

“If this yellow-haired barbarian doesn’t die soon, the Italian’s name will be disgraced. The next time you go to collect protection money, they will try to make excuses and test your limits little by little.”

“Once they realize your anger isn’t all that great, they’ll choose not to pay—if one household doesn’t pay, an entire street won’t pay! At that point, the cost of maintaining this gang will become incredibly high. My current friends might all abandon me because of this, and all of this stems from our failure to kill this yellow-skinned bastard quickly!”

Angelo rarely explained these things to his subordinates, and his words today were, to some extent, an outlet for his resentment.

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent. Guido and Charles remained silent, waiting for their leader to make the final decision.

For a fleeting moment, he thought of Clementa, who had warned him long ago that this opponent was different from the past, and not so simple. Even if he won, it would be a Pyrrhic victory.

He was right!

"No... I was right, that guy doesn't understand anything. He's already got himself in my face, there's nowhere to retreat!" Angelo gritted his teeth, extinguishing the thought of asking the old strategist for help.

Simply put, he didn't want to see Clementine looking at him with a pitying expression, as if to say, "I told you so."

“Charles, this was Clementa’s job before, now it’s yours. Judge, jury, prosecutor, everyone! Everyone in our group, go and notify them! Tell them not to hold back, to solidify this case immediately, and to send that yellow-haired barbarian to the gallows!”

"Don't forget to remind them who deserves credit for where they are today. If they're unwilling, threaten them with the secrets you have, and tell them to do whatever it takes to make it happen!"

“…” Deep down, Charles thought it was a terrible idea, but he nodded anyway.

Anyway, this is what the boss ordered, so I'll do my best. Even if something goes wrong, the responsibility won't be mine. "Understood, I'll go right now."

“Giddo, I have high hopes for you…”

"Yes!" Guido nodded, trembling with fear.

"That Native American boxer, he hid him in the theater, right?"

“Uh…” Recalling the series of misfortunes he had suffered in the theater, Guido paused for a moment, his expression hesitant, unsure whether he should nod.

Fearing that Angelo's next words after he nodded would be "Go and get rid of him," to be honest, after that incident, even though he had a gun, he was too afraid to mess with Zhu Kuilong.

"Go set a fire and burn them all to death."

……

“…Mr. Angelo,” Charles said, his tone tinged with surprise, “the theater is made of wood. Once it catches fire, the flames will spread very quickly, and many people won’t be able to escape. Besides, there are some important figures at the mayor’s banquet who specifically requested to see this theater company’s performance…”

"When you fight, a few people always die," Angelo said casually. "Who told you to go watch that yellow-skinned foreigner perform magic? He deserved to be burned to death."

"As for the performance, there are plenty of good actors; we can just find more."

Chapter 247: Ambition (Third update today!!!)

"What do you want?" The sheriff in the dark blue uniform looked at them warily and stood up abruptly. "This is a place where important prisoners are held. No ransom is accepted, and no outsiders are allowed to visit!"

"No, man, are you serious?" Jimmy laughed, a little incredulous. He glanced back to make sure he wasn't in the wrong place. "It's me, Jimmy McGill, the lawyer for that big star inside. I've been to court with him twice already, and you guys still don't remember my face?"

“Every criminal has the right to hire a lawyer, especially one who hasn’t been convicted yet, just a suspect! My client…”

"Forget about lawyers, get out!" The sheriff wasn't going to play word games with him. He stood up and shoved him rudely. "I said no visits allowed here. Anyone can, but not him. He has no right here! Dare to say another word..."

The cold metallic touch pressed against his forehead, causing him to swallow the rest of his words.

"Well?" Mike asked expressionlessly. "I suggest you think it over carefully before you speak."

"You... how dare you..." His face twitched a few times, his fear mixed with a hint of exasperation. "This is a police station, not a place where country bumpkins like you can run wild!"

“Country bumpkin? Then you should be even more careful.” Mike still had his deadpan expression. Right now, he had avenged his great enemy and was in an unusually pleasant state of mind and body, so he grinned and revealed a rather frightening smile. “We’re not like those slick city folks. We don’t have that much… politeness.”

"If you really are unwilling to give us even the slightest bit of respect, then there's nothing we can do."

"I'll have no choice but to take it myself from your corpse."

……

A sharp whistle broke the stalemate.

"Give him the key," Calaway said drunkenly as he came down the stairs from the second floor, taking three steps at a time.

“But… Mr. Mattley specifically instructed me to…”

“Or, you could let him shoot you. At this close range, you'd probably see your own brains before you die.” Calaway waved his hand, indicating that he could do as he pleased. “It’s quite novel, why don’t you give it a try?”

“You’ve convinced me, Lu.” Mike told a dry joke, pressing his finger down on the hammer with a very intimidating “click.” “Some people just need to shed blood to learn their lesson.”

Threatened by the two men, the lowly sheriff finally broke down, stood up cursing, and tossed the keys to Calaway.

As the power struggle between Mayor Mason and Angelo became increasingly overt, these bribed sheriffs no longer bothered to pretend.

"It seems like the guys under you don't really respect you," Mike said with a smirk after staring at Calaway for a while. "It's amazing you've managed to stay in this godforsaken place for so long."

"And what about you, Elan?" Calaway squinted, picking out the right key from a large bunch. "At your age, getting involved in this kind of thing that could get you shot at any moment. Shouldn't you be sleeping in your warm, comfortable bed, getting up at nine or ten every morning to play in the sand with your granddaughter... or some other game?"

"That man inside is not someone to be trifled with; he's the kind of person who won't rest until he stirs up trouble. Is it worth risking the rest of your life for him?"

……

Mike was silent for a while, then suddenly grinned and said, "Don't you think he looks a lot like Jack?"

The wrist that was turning the key paused slightly.

Calaway's lips curled into a meaningful smile. "Now that you mention it, it's true."

"Damn, just talking about it makes me want to fight."

----

Jimmy's professionalism was evident here—seeing Calaway and Mike talking incessantly, clearly having crossed paths before, he deliberately positioned himself in a neutral spot, neither eavesdropping nor participating, ensuring he wouldn't inadvertently step into another secret vortex. When the heavy iron door finally opened, he nimbly squeezed through the crack and jogged to the cell door where Zhang Renfeng was being held.

“Haha, Mr. Bruce… I can’t help but notice that it has been a long time since I’ve shown my face in front of you.”

Seeing Zhang Renfeng locked up inside, Jimmy wasn't worried at all. Instead, he grinned and gave a very comical bow.

Having witnessed Old Zhang's abilities, he knew very well that this shoddy confinement couldn't possibly hold him. A prison he could escape from at any time wasn't worth fearing.

“There’s a saying in my hometown: ‘A skilled warrior doesn’t achieve great feats.’ The fact that you’re not showing up in front of me means you’ve managed everything perfectly, so I don’t need to worry about it. Isn’t that good?” Even though there was a bed, Zhang Renfeng didn’t sit on it. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the cold floor with his eyes slightly closed.

The environment here is too good for him; he hasn't even reached the level of enlightenment in Longchang.

"So, how's it going?"

"Just as expected, the first two trials failed to produce a winner, and they are very anxious, extremely anxious." Jimmy pulled a thick manuscript from his satchel. "The court, the jury, the prosecutor, and 'elites' from all walks of life... most of them are Angelo's lackeys, and they sent this."

"A petition signed by several people."

"To Mayor Mason Lemieux"

Undoubtedly, this is Angelo's way of flexing his muscles—the game of power has progressed to the point where the factions and factions are all too clear, and it's nothing more than a struggle for control of the city.

The real mayor and the underground mayor are doing everything they can to fight each other.

Zhang Renfeng, this sudden yet undeniable factor, is part of their power struggle.

“Angelo needs to get rid of you as soon as possible to show that the Italian gang is still as powerful as ever.” Mike pulled up a chair and added, “You might not believe it, but gangs in big cities like this are more like businessmen than gangs, except they force people to do business with them. Once they lose their deterrent power, they’re not far from death.”