Anderson, who was on the other end of the phone, was also a close confidant of Messer. He also had a part-time job at the embassy in country Z. His energy and information sources were much stronger than that of Hebrew. He said sincerely: "Mr. Messer, I regret that I don't have the exact information yet."

News, but I estimate that the death of Taylor and the others was also caused by Emperor Yang Qing. He and his War Soul Hall are very popular in G City. Hebrew once took people to school immediately after Master Parker was beaten.

Emperor Yang Qing raised an army to investigate the crime, and they should have gone to the deserted beach next. But why it was the Hebrew Black Mamba and the others who died, while Emperor Yang Qing was safe and sound, I don’t know."

When Mercer heard what Anderson said, his brows became tighter and tighter, and he suddenly realized that this matter was more complicated than he thought. Black Mamba Taylor Wolf King could still be killed by everyone when all of them were present.

This thing sounds weird and scary. It seems that the man named Yang Qingdi does have some tricks.

It's a pity that the Mafia is never easy to mess with, and Parker is Messer's only son. If a father can't avenge his son, what shame will he have in the future?

However, although the power of the mafia is astonishingly huge in the world, it is beyond the reach of the distant country Z. Mr. Maisel is now at a critical moment in the family fight. It is impossible for him to commit suicide and go to country Z. After thinking about it, he still thinks of it.

The most appropriate method

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Messer is not short of anything, especially not money. It is said that the five major mafia families in the country M together have more money than the four major chaebols, and the way the mafia solves problems is similar to that of a tomahawk or a mountain.

The Chicken Gang is different. They like to use money to throw money at them. There must be brave men under heavy rewards. Those things that involve killing people and seeing blood can be left to the people who do it for them.

Maisel personally drove his Rolls-Royce to a large liquor store called "Ye Meiren" in Chinatown. The owner of this liquor store was named Di Long. He was the leader of the Chinese gang in his early years. Although he has retired now, he is not black and white.

The two are still having fun, taking on all kinds of business and being brutal. People in the Chinese Street call him "Z Guolong"

When the black Rolls-Royce parked at the door of Ye Beauty Wine, several bodyguards saw the familiar license plate and immediately ran in and called the manager. You must know that although the Rolls-Royce is an M-country car, it can really drive.

People are also in the minority. It's not that people in M ​​country can't afford it, but Rolls-Royce has to go through a strict review process from ordering to sales. Rolls-Royce will not accept anyone with a slightly dirty background or stain on their body.

Sell

But Mr. Maisel is different. He is the heir to the Mafia, but he can still drive a Rolls-Royce. This is what makes him special.

The manager is also a Chinese national, surnamed Fang. When he saw Maisel, he came up to him with a smile and said, "Mr. Maisel, why are you free to come to our 'Night Beauty Wine'? I must have two drinks with you today."

Maisel waved his hand politely and said: "Manager Fang, I'm not here for a drink today. Is Z Guolong here? I have something to discuss with him."

"Oh, the boss is inside, please come with me."

Manager Fang led the way, while Maisel took only two people into the "Night Beauty Wine". Inside, there was a feast of lights, drunken music, and countless young people with excess hormones showing off their dance moves on the dance floor. The DJ's sound was deafening and coquettish.

The women were wearing midriff-baring clothes and twisting their waists like water snakes. There were also a few drug dealers on the stage watching for buyers. The level of chaos in M ​​Country Liquor was much worse than in Country Z.

"Z Guolong actually likes to stay in this kind of place. It really makes me speechless." Messer rubbed his temples and said, the restless DJ sound made his eardrums hurt.

Manager Fang smiled noncommittally: "Our boss also likes silence."

The group of people walked across the stage and went straight to the wine floor. At the corner of the stairs, Manager Fang pressed a button on the wall. Suddenly the wall opened, revealing an elevator-like space. Maisel was not strange at all, and followed

Manager Fang walked in together.

The wall was closed, and the "elevator" slowly descended, and stopped after a while. When the door opened again, the scene in front of you was much grander than the one above. This was an extremely huge underground space, and the decoration was still very luxurious. Opposite

There is an auditorium that can accommodate more than 200 people. The innermost part is a huge boxing arena. This should be the venue for underground black market boxing, also known as murderous boxing matches, that the rich people in country M love to watch.

It was not evening at this time, so not many people came here to watch the boxing match. There were only two strong men on the platform fighting hard, and a few people below cheered.

Manager Fang brought Mr. Maisel near the platform, and then walked to the front of a fat man wearing a large Tang suit, and whispered something. The fat man smiled and said to the old man next to him, "Please stay with me," and then

Just followed Manager Fang and walked over.

"Messer, my old friend, why are you free to come to my wine today?" Dillon asked with a smile.

Although this guy known as Z Guolong has a fat head and big ears, the light from his swollen eyes makes most people shudder. His aura is quite powerful. If Mercer's identity was not unusual, he would not even be able to speak directly to Di Long.

I don't even have the courage

"To be honest, Z Guolong, I have something I want to ask you for help with today," Maisel said bluntly.

"Oh? Haha, there are not many things that can make you, the most promising heir to the Mafia, worry. Could it be that you asked me to deal with your brothers? I'm sorry," Di Long said with a chuckle.

"Where are you thinking? I need your help to deal with them?" Maisel sneered and said: "Z Guolong, this time I want to ask you to help me deal with a person in your country. I want to kill him."

Cut it into pieces, you decide the price, and if things go well, I'll give you double the amount."

Di Long frowned slightly: "Masser, you know, I have been in country M for many years. I don't want to get involved in the affairs of country Z, and the current country Z is not the era I was in.

There are so many people coming out, I’m afraid I won’t be able to do what I can..."

"Okay, Z Guolong, you win, I'll give you three times the price, as long as you can help me kill that kid" Messer didn't even blink when he spoke.

"Haha, since you can show so much sincerity, if I continue to push back, I will be too unfriended. Whoever you want to kill, I will try my best to do it." The cunning Ti Long finally agreed.

"He is a boy named Yang Qingdi. He is from City G, Province S, Country Z. I heard he is the leader of a local gang. As you know, Dragon, Country Z, I have many killers under my command, but for that boy

There is nothing I can do, even Black Mamba Taylor and Malone have fallen into trouble, so I came to you," Messer said

Di Long showed a slightly surprised look, but soon returned to normal: "Okay, I understand, I will find a strong person to take action, and I guarantee that nothing will happen."

Di Long didn't ask what kind of feud Liu Boyang had with Maisel, or why a big shot in the mafia had a conflict with a young man from country Z. He just took the money and just did the work. This is called professionalism.

"Excuse me, Z Guolong, I have heard of your name a long time ago. It's not that I don't believe in your ability, but can you tell me who you are going to send to help me solve my trouble? I always want to

"There is a foundation." The mafia's money cannot be wasted, and no one will do anything that is wasted.

Di Long smiled, pointed to the boxing stage and said, "That's him."

Maisel frowned: "Those two boxing boys?"
Chapter completed!