"I've received the news, boss." Moroma had a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes wandering around, and he came close to Sheng Jiashu, who was leaning on the guardrail of the pier, playing the harmonica facing the sea view of Victoria Harbor, and said.

Sheng Jiashu did not stop playing the harmonica, and Moroma took off the cigarette: "The Shanghai guy next to you before, the guy named Bu Xie Awei, was stabbed in the chest. Fortunately, he didn't die on the spot, but now he is lying in the hospital. I don't know.

Life or death."

The sound of the harmonica stopped suddenly, and Sheng Jiashu turned to look at Moroma: "Did Xiang Shihao do it?"

"That guy means what he says and he means what he says. When he said he wanted Howie to die, he will definitely die." Moroma took a puff of cigarette leisurely beside him: "If the Shanghai guy can survive in the hospital, he will definitely die."

, he is lucky, Xiang Shihao will not bother him with last-ditch attacks."

On the sea in the distance, a cruise ship was slowly mooring towards the pier. The eager passengers on the deck could not help waving their hats at Hong Kong, which was getting closer and closer. Sheng Jiashu put away his harmonica: "

Ask Principal Xia to send me flowers for a visit. I haven't had time in the past few days. Zhong You, after you send me to the Peninsula Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui, you don't have to accompany me anymore. Go and help Principal Xia deliver those invitations one by one in the past few days.

In the hands of those charlatan uncles, my guest has arrived."

"I know." Moroma shrugged and took a few steps back.

Sheng Jiashu stood up straight and looked at the approaching cruise ship. On the front deck of the cruise ship, a young white man wearing a domed felt hat searched the crowd at the pier, and finally saw the smiling Sheng Jiashu. He put his hand

He took off his hat, revealing his light blond hair, and grinned, revealing two sharp canine teeth.

Beside him, three young white men of the same age as Sheng Jiashu also waved their arms towards Sheng Jiashu excitedly, shouting Sheng Jiashu's English name loudly: "Pete! Pete!"

When the cruise ship finally stopped and lowered the gangway, the four young white men threw down their suitcases first and threw them on the pier. Then they easily jumped onto the pier along the gangway!

The leading young man with canine teeth strode up to Sheng Jiashu, put his hand around the back of Sheng Jiashu's head, and pressed Sheng Jiashu's forehead with his own: "My brother, I will die for you."

"Thank you, my brother." Sheng Jiashu responded.

After the two separated, three young white men gathered around, put their arms around Sheng Jiashu's shoulders and greeted him affectionately.

"Let's talk when we get to the hotel." Sheng Jiashu said to the four of them, and motioned to Morocco to ask someone to help pick up their suitcases, and then he asked the four of them to get into the car that had been prepared.

Without letting anyone else drive, Sheng Jiashu sat in the driver's seat, the sharp-toothed young man sat in the passenger seat, and the other three squeezed into the back seat. The car started and drove towards the Peninsula Hotel, which was only a kilometer away.

"Pete, so your family..." A young man in the back seat couldn't help but ask first: "How are you now?"

"Everyone is dead, and I am the only one left in the family." Sheng Jiashu took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it into the back seat, saying in a calm tone.

The young man took the cigarette and cursed in a low voice.

The sharp-toothed young man in the co-pilot turned his gaze away from the car window and looked at Sheng Jiashu: "It doesn't matter, you still have us. We are here to tell those bastards that you not only have dead relatives, but you also have more relatives.

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"I know." Sheng Jiashu clenched his fist and tapped his chest lightly: "I have never forgotten the moment."

"So, what do you need us to do?" The sharp-toothed young man looked at Sheng Jiashu: "Don't tell me, you helped me prepare a grand dinner, girl, whiskey, you know what I want to hear."

Sheng Jiashu stared straight ahead, holding the steering wheel with both hands: "Four submachine guns and a group of bastards, and a good place to bury the bastards."

"Kill these bastards and let's go back to the United States together?" The sharp-toothed young man took the cigarette from the brother in the back seat, lowered his head and lit it, and then blew out the smoke and asked.

Sheng Jiashu shook his head: "No, I called my godfather. You will stay. Blake, Da Feisi and others will also come. There will be about twenty people. Tell the fools in this city who is the best."

He is the master of this city."

"Twenty people? Aren't you going to let me go back to the United States alive?" The sharp-toothed young man laughed, coughed and looked at Sheng Jiashu: "Crab boy, when did you have a sense of humor?"

Sheng Jiashu looked at the sharp-toothed young man and his church brother, Howie Winter, nicknamed "Jiangtooth": "Take a walk around this city, and after two days, you will know if I have a sense of humor."

Howie Winter, a leader of the younger generation of Chicago Irish gangs and the godson of Bugs Moran, started killing people at the age of fourteen. By the time he was seventeen, he was already notorious and had secured a lot of territory for the Irish gangs in the post-Chicago era.

Austrians, Jews, Italians, and niggas who came to Chicago from the south all had their heads blown off by him. If Sheng Jiashu hadn't been wiped out, at this time, he was about to take Sheng Jiashu and a group of companions.

, fought his way back to Boston from Chicago, and fought head-on against the largest Italian mafia in New England.

At the Peninsula Hotel, Sheng Jiashu had already reserved a suite. Jian Ya and Sheng Jiashu were standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Victoria Harbour. The other three had already unscrewed the whiskey in the wine cabinet and poured it into their mouths.

"What's the plan?" Jianya patted Sheng Jiashu on the shoulder and asked.

Sheng Jiashu looked at the scenery outside: "I copied the Italians. Do you remember the Valentine's Day Massacre?"

"So, four white people pretended to be police officers in a yellow city and killed a bunch of bastards?" Jianya turned his face to look at Sheng Jiashu: "Brother, your disguise is really strange."

Sheng Jiashu reached out to touch the floor-to-ceiling window: "You think this is a yellow city, but in fact, this is a white city, and there is no one more suitable for your identity than a white police officer."

"What happens after it's over?"

"You will go to Macau before the operation and leave enough evidence to the authorities. Then I will arrange for a boat to pick you back quietly. After killing those people, the boat will take you back to Macau until the whole thing is over." Sheng Jiashu

Said to Jian Ya: "After this incident is over, you will understand why this city is worthy of your stay."

At this time, three young men came over with wine glasses and bottles. One of them handed the whiskey bottle to Jian Ya, who took it and took a sip, then handed the whiskey bottle to Sheng Jiashu: "Here's to you.

relatives."
Chapter completed!