Mediation has always been what the gangsters are most willing to do. A gangster with status, status and strength will seek huge benefits from conflicts between some small gangs. Of course, not everyone can play this, only the best one has such qualifications.

There is a building covered with floor-to-ceiling windows in the Russian gathering area in Los Angeles. In the 7th floor conference room of this building, Berezov and Sass were quarreling fiercely, and the atmosphere was so hot that it was possible to draw guns and shoot at any time.

"You are dead Sars!" Berezov said viciously: "Last night you sent someone to attack him while delivering goods under my hands, which directly led to huge losses. Not only did the goods be lost, but the reputation of Beverly Hills customers is also lost, which is an immeasurable loss."

Sas glared at Berezov, and his attitude was as fierce as he had been for more than 20 years. When the "evil" that was rampant on the streets was revealed, the Armenian gang boss was very stance: "Your goods? Are you Russians? What's more, when did I have a conflict with the Russians? Last night, I just sent someone to clean up a few idiots who betrayed the Armenians. If these bastards weren't running fast, they would have been corpses." He pointed his hand at the corner of the conference room without looking back. At that location, there were a few guys with thieves and heads.

Thanks to these guys, they just found something wrong during the delivery last night and ran away, otherwise they would not be the opponent of Punk alone if they tied up a piece.

This incident alarmed Doko. He had given up walking away with $3.6 million, and showed the wisdom that the leader should have for the first time. He did not recklessly revenge. After calling Berezov, he sued the Russian boss for the first time the reason for disrupting the Beverly Hills business.

Doco knew that the Russians would never tolerate anyone coveting Beverly Hills, so this trick was just right.

"Gentlemen."

When the door of the conference room opened, a man who looked like a CEO in a company appeared. Armani's suit reflected not his figure, but a temperament. A temperament that was in charge of the world in the office, but not the iron-blooded street.

The black leather shoes shine in the sun, and walked into the door of the conference room. When the man sat down and crossed his legs and placed his right hand on the armrest of the chair, he wore a wedding ring on his right ring finger. Until no one could tell what the guy sitting in the conference room had to do with the gangster, until he reached out and stroked his very energetic short hair on his head. When the short hair moved along his fingers and became slanted like a side-slanted hairstyle, it looked like a slanted hairstyle, and the moment his palm left his hair, his right thumb smeared along his lips. At this moment, the small action in front of him made everyone feel a hint of aura from this guy. Because this action is completely different from Bruce Lee's signature movement in Hollywood movies, his action has a smell of blood.

"Gentlemen, calm down."

He sat at the top of the long desk in the conference room, without a single follower, but that momentum was enough to suppress the entire scene.

After a pair of sharp eyes glanced at the audience, the conference room became quiet. He said, "I will go to the airport in ten minutes, that is, there is not much time to deal with this matter. Everyone, from now on, please let go of your anger and listen to me quietly. Otherwise, it will be disrespect for the entire Siberian company. We treat people who lack respect, very cruelly."

No company's CEO would speak like this in the conference room, but this man said it, and he still used such an ordinary attitude. I'm afraid this is the main reason why the outside world evaluates that Russians are semi-corporate and semi-street gangsters. They may have evolved only into appearance, perhaps...

"First of all, Mr. Sars. We Russians hate betrayal."

When Sas heard this, he nodded and said, "Thanks to Mr. Gucci for his understanding."

"Don't be polite, then, let's continue. When Mr. Berezov left the wandering area where the Armenians were, Mr. Sass did not show any objection. I think that it may be because of respect for the Siberian company; and the Doko family was driven out of the wandering area by yourself, which cannot be considered betrayal..." While speaking, a forty-year-old man, who was called "Mr. Guko" by Sass, shaved his face with his thumb on his side, and looked at the guys led by Vikodo with his eyes and said, "The departure of these guys has angered you. I understand this very much. No one wants to be offended one after another. Believe me, when I leave this office, I will come up with a solution." He actually used the four words of solution to describe it, as if he was solving a legal community development business in a meeting.

Gu Ke continued: "However, this is not the reason why you took you from the wandering area to take risks."

"Mr. Saas, your man Punk cleared the traitor in the Wandering Area last night, drove to Beverly Hills and attacked Vicodo on the road into Beverly Hills. He fired seven shots in total. Here, I don't want to comment on Punk's shooting skills and Vicodo's vigilance. I want to ask Mr. Saas, what should you do if your man makes Vicodo, who works for me, lose a full $3,000 in goods?"

"This is the first thing, the second thing, the Siberians have always maintained a good relationship with the rich people in Beverly Hills, but your attack has caused us to lose credibility. Now we are competing with the black people on the West Coast. With the help of Mr. Doco, we have a certain advantage. If this competition fails in your attack due to the loss of credibility, how can you be responsible."

"I'm done, there's not much time. Mr. Sass, please give me an answer as soon as possible."

What is bullying?

Sars drove the Doco family out of the wandering area and the Gukebi in front of him at all!

If this happened between two small Armenian families in the homeless area, I'm afraid SAS's mediation method can only be to find the person who made the mistake. At worst, the family who made the mistake will lose their lives. But the Russians don't settle the score like this! They are both credible and competitive. Finally, they weave a big hat in a language that gangs cannot touch. Standing under the Siberian sign, they ask you with the most fierce soul of the fighting nation: "How are you responsible?"

"Mr. Guke, what do you mean?" Saras glared at his eyes. He had to prove that he was not a soft persimmon. Otherwise, if this was transmitted back to the wandering area of ​​the Armenians, his status would definitely be shaken like an earthquake. Everyone would wonder if Saras, who dared to fight with the El Salvadorians, would be soft when he saw the Russians?

Gu Ke didn't talk nonsense to him, and didn't say a word of clichés in the world, and didn't mention that he was responsible to the big boss in the country. He said directly: "You have to follow the rules of the Siberians, otherwise, this is the beginning of the war."

It is no longer a threat, because SAS has no strength to resist the Russians at all. Even if the entire Armenians can fight the Russians together like they did back then, they must be the ones who were crushed in the end.

Doco's cheeks were tight and he finally saw that Sas was going to be in trouble. This was what he wanted to see most in his life. His face was full of malicious smiles. He was ready to see how Sas left crying in the end.

"What rules?"

When Gu Ke heard this, he laughed: "Death."

“1v5.”

Gu Ke raised a finger with one hand and slapped the other: "In the underground boxing ring of our company, five Armenians participated, and only one Siberians came out, you won, this matter has not happened, and I will be responsible for all losses, and the Russians will not take any revenge."

"What's the loss?" Sass asked gritted his teeth and said

At this time, even Punk looked down at Sass. It was 1v5. At this time, his boss didn’t laugh and agreed. He was still asking what to do after losing!

"Switch suppliers." Gu Ke said simply: "From the second I lost, no matter how much inventory I have, I bought it by the Siberian company. We will pay cash checks. You will never allow transactions with South American and Asian people. All the goods are provided by the Siberian company. The prices are equivalent to the prices of South American and Asian people as the market fluctuates. By the way, what I am talking about is not the second-hand market business, nor is it the trick you play at auctions. I am talking about the entire wandering area - poisons - products."

Guke gave Sas enough time to consider. He continued: "As for you and those thieves, we will solve the problem in this way. The second game of the Dead Game is 1v1. The manpower is provided by the Doko family and Berezov. If you win, you can take all these people away. From the end of the ring game, I promise you can send these guys to hell without any trouble."

This time Gu Ke didn't say what to do if he lost. It seemed that he didn't plan to let Doko and Berezov win. It was obvious that he was using the lives of these guys to exchange for the huge wandering area - poison - products - market.

Saas sat there in embarrassment. His advantage over the Doko family had reached a point where they could be forced to death, but after the Russians participated, some things began to become mysterious.

"You have one minute, Mr. Sass, I can't wait for your answer before leaving this office, and will default to you to reject my proposal, and then the Russians will declare war on the Armenians."

Gu Ke turned his head and shouted at the door of the conference room: "Cafrola, I've been very busy in recent days. Please help me answer office calls, private calls, and some irrelevant things, and tell him directly that I don't have time."

The extremely beautiful Russian woman walked in from the door of the conference room. She was wearing a white shirt and a black short skirt. The black stockings on her long legs were full of temptation. At that time, the woman reached out to hold the black frame on the bridge of her nose and said, "Mr. Guke, you must go and catch the plane."

"I agree." Sass agreed reluctantly, not to mention how ugly it looked.

“Great.”

"Tell Eugene to have him play in boxing Friday night."

After saying that, Gu Ke and the female secretary hurriedly left, and the quiet needles in the entire conference room could be heard.

Doko originally planned to let the Russians stand up for themselves, and it would be best to destroy SAS directly; SAS was originally intended to shock everyone in the Armenian region and use killing to declare the fate of betraying the SAS family...

Unexpectedly, everything was cheaper in the end. The Russians, who had nothing to do with this matter, had to fight two death matches for their underground boxing ring. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!