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Berezov was so angry that he returned to his den and leaned on the sofa and cursed. After turning his head and looking at the wall motionless, he seemed to be about to explode and endured the countdown silence. ←,

Mkoyan, who had just entered the house, was also extremely angry. He wore a pink hip-hop suit and pointed a finger out of the door, saying as if pointing at Gu Ke's nose: "He is smart. He can make money from the Siberian company and let Eugene come on stage. It's time to let us do something by ourselves. Is Gu Ke stupid? Why don't you tie two things to a ring? Who doesn't know that Eugene is an underground boxing champion who has been unrivaled in three years? At the age of thirty-two or three, he has the explosive power of a strong man in his early twenties, but his experience in death is ten thousand times richer than any young man. He can fall down an adult bull with just his hands. That video is still popular on the Internet!"

Doko kept silent as these two men cursed Gu Ke, because those guys Vicodo were looking at him with fear.

Everyone wants to live, but once Doko and the others lose, the person who was taken by Sars may never have a chance to survive again...

"Don't you see it yet? Gu Ke has always been a businessman. He is a businessman who cares about his own interests and takes care of his opponent's emotions. It is a benefit to take over the sales rights of the entire Armenian region by the reason why we fight with SAS. With this interest, we can naturally send a few guys that are not important to him to SAS. Otherwise, how could SAS be obedient? How could he create profits for the Russians as the Armenians in power?"

Duoke has seen it clearly. Except for you who are strong enough, no one in the world or organization knows how to rely on it.

Damas interrupted: "The most important question we have now is who should we go to participate in the competition. The things decided by the Russians cannot be changed. No one in the room should be able to stand in the ring. After all, this is not a gang fight."

At this point, Duoke can only bleed. If he couldn't even protect Vicodo, even if he had the chance to get it back to the homeless area, there would be no one who would follow him: "I'll pay, I'll pay a million dollars to find someone to fight this life-and-death battle for us."

Berezov glanced at him with his eyelids and asked, "For these guys, do you want to take out a million dollars? You have only earned about 200,000 yuan from me in about a month. The profits these guys have created for you may be less than 10,000 US dollars!" In Berezov's eyes, this is how the accounts are settled, so he has been just a middle-level person and will never be on the highest stage.

"That's my business, cousin. Is there anyone suitable?" Doco gritted his teeth and asked this with pain. He knew that Vicodo must protect him and that he would not lose in this dead game no matter what!

"If you are willing to pay such a large sum of money, I really have a suitable person in my hand." Berezov thought for a while and introduced: "He is from New York. He grew up in Brolink and his dream is to be the next Tyson. As a result, he accidentally killed two unlucky guys in a fight. At that time, an agent had signed a contract with him, and the only difference was to play a few games at the right time. This guy was sentenced to 40 years and was released on parole shortly after half of his sentence, but he had never lost in a prison in Louisiana. People said that he was a bully there that no one dared to mess with."

"Louisiana?" Doco said in surprise when he suddenly remembered something: "Devil's Island!"

...

In the wandering area, Saas walked back to the mansion with great strides. Instead of roaring and cursing Punk, he rushed upstairs along the stairs and stepped into the door of the room that he usually used to have fun. He walked directly to the bar. Saas was furious at that time, and every brain cell seemed to be hit by an angry electric current. When he picked up a bottle of vodka and was about to pour himself a glass of wine, he was furious when he looked at the Russian address marked on the origin. The hand holding the wine bottle was directly adapted from the pouring position to swing...

Bang!

Wow!!

The full-glass wine rack behind the bar was smashed into a horizontal plate. The famous wines placed on the horizontal plate fell down one after another as the bottle of vodka broke. For a moment, the sound of the collision between the wine bottle and the wine rack frequently rang out, and the broken glass fragments and various liquids collapsed in the bar. The ground was filled with wine and glass slags, and the fragrance of wine was overflowing.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

The vulgar lawyer in a suit appeared at the door of the room. After saying this, he saw with his own eyes that Sas turned his head like a werewolf who was about to bite in "Legend of the Night". The anger was not necessary to be vented on him, and it was already trembling.

"Close the door."

Downstairs, the gunmen led by Punk heard the sound and took out their guns and rushed upstairs. When they saw the lawyer, they stopped.

The lawyer looked back and said, "Punk? Why are you still here? Are you waiting for the police to arrest you? You guys, send him away immediately. He is a wanted criminal that the police have been wanting!" After that, he disappeared in the room.

Crunch.

The door was closed.

"That idiot Punk! After receiving my order, that idiot actually ran to the Russian territory to kill people. This bastard may have caused the entire Sass family to fall into the control of the Siberians. I wish I could kill him with one shot, I must destroy him."

This is why SAS can win over the hearts of those outlaws. Sometimes he hated the stupidity of these guys, but as long as these guys did not deliberately cause trouble for him, SAS never vented his anger on anyone, especially the most loyal ones. He always silently cleared the trouble and let the guys watch with his own eyes how the SAS family's words wiped their butts. In the end, he laughed with a hearty laughter on his subordinates' debts.

"Boss, you have to calm your emotions and don't forget your high blood pressure."

"You don't understand."

Sass shook his head unwilling to say anything again.

"Isn't it just a boxing match and a replacement of suppliers? I don't think this is a big deal. Asians' supply is very unstable. The prices in South America will always double after they land in Los Angeles. Russians have strong strength, which will make us not have to worry about the issue of price and supply. Isn't it good?"

Sass snorted coldly and said, "What else is there in your head besides the dead rules like legal provisions?"

"Why did I use all my skills to drive the Doko family out of the wandering area? Do I have the ability to shoot a few gunmen while it's dark? With my current status in the wandering area, who dares to speak!" The momentum of Sarth's body was finally revealed.

"Why?" the lawyer cooperated and continued the next sentence.

"revenge!"

Sars' eyes were hot, and when he looked out the window, his body seemed to be lit with flames: "The pain left by the El Salvadors on our generation is something you can't feel at all. For so many years, I have suppressed the development of the wandering areas and did not engage in any relationship with the Russians, Italians, Mexicans and Jews. It is for today. When we are so strong that we have the qualification to revenge, I don't want any force stronger than us to use any reason to stop me from giving the El Salvadors a fatal blow!"

"For this, no matter how much I have to come out of prison, even if I get some less important diseases; for this, I expelled the Duoke family and shocked anyone who wanted to follow them with killing!"

"I - he - mom - have to tell every El Salvadorian that they now have a stronger leader than the old Doko, because I can not only tolerate the Doko family, but also take them to avenge their shame and regain the territory occupied by the El Salvadorians!"

"But what if I kill the Doko family? Some people will think that working hard for Sars may end up with a 'bow-hiding' ending. For this reason, the Doko family cannot die. I have to let every Armenian in the wandering area fight to the hatred of the El Salvadors back then, and fight to the death without any worries!!!"

SAS is not a big game, but he tried his best to correct every detail that could cause errors in the game, and try to make the last blow smooth, just...

Punk ruined all his plans in one go.

"Do you understand now? If the Russians become suppliers of the Wandering Area, they will never let any Armenians and El Salvadors fight. Today, you didn't see how insidious the Russians are in the conference room of that building. They will do anything for sales profits. Even if I can't bear to do it, the Russians can still create an extra dead end. They will suppress the El Salvadors in the manner of the owner of the Wandering Area according to today's meeting. At that time, the Wandering Area and the El Salvador gathering area are selling their goods. Do you think the Russians will still care about our ideas? I promise that whoever takes action first will kill the whole family, and after the family leaders in both areas are killed, the rest will be puppets supported by the Russians, otherwise why would they take Berezov and Doko!"

Sass's sharp eyes showed no signs of aging, and the accumulation of experience brought to him by time made him smarter and more steady.

After these words were said, the lawyer was stunned. In his impression, the most rampant period of Russians was to shoot and grab territories on the street with AK47 and Colombian mp5. It seemed that in the 1990s, Russians are gradually abandoning this kind of street fighting, and with absolutely strong strength and personnel reserves, they suppress all gangs of all sizes in Los Angeles. However... this lawyer never felt that there would be politics in the world, and it was so irresistible.

After several deep breaths, Sars slowly calmed down the emotions that were about to burst out. He scolded: "Damn Punk, he ruined my plan so easily, and did not let me experience any drama."
Chapter completed!