A generation of masters starts from DC

Chapter 66

Donald reported the incidents to Moriguang one by one, and mentioned that more than fifteen small gangs had the idea of ​​attacking restaurants one after another, and those who ordered food and wanted to blackmail people came in directly and yelled for the Mutual Aid Society to pay protection fees.

"Anyway, after a week of ferment and semi-indulgence, the people on the streets near our restaurant are upset with what happened to us," Donald said.

Moriguang raised his eyebrows, it was still the church in the night, still the same pew.

Donald went on to say: "According to the master's order, we have already bought homeless people and young people with nothing to do in the streets and alleys, and let them spread rumors that nearby restaurants hire gangsters to impact our business."

"Of course, we only let them make such a publicity when we have definite evidence."

Senguang nodded.

"You're doing a good job. Take care of the delivery."

Donald frowned suspiciously.

The takeaway thing these days has made everyone very confused. They don’t need money in the first place, so why do they have to be responsible for delivering the food to people’s doorsteps now.The most exaggerated thing is that there was once a member of the Mutual Aid Society who ordered a map through the APP, traveled across the entire East District, and delivered a spare rib to Wayne Enterprises in the Midtown area.

The reason is that the young master of the Wayne Group named Eaton felt that the app was novel and clicked.

Donald held back his inner thoughts for a few days, and couldn't help but say, "Master, I don't know why the food is delivered to customers' doorsteps, and I don't want to hear gossip from those store owners. But master, we don't need to add far Is there a delivery fee due to the distance? Sending 1 kilometer and sending 10 kilometers are two different concepts."

"You don't need to take care of this." Moriguang said.

"Because those gangs took the initiative to attack us, we can fight back reasonably at this time, and those restaurateurs who collaborated with gangs to harm our business have now suffered their own consequences."

"Let's go Donald. Get rid of all the gangs attacking our restaurant, join or die!"

"Only deal with one enemy at a time, so you only need to attack the gangs that attacked us."

Moriguang picked up the cross ornament at hand and raised it above his head to observe. "Anyway, as long as you kill these dozen gangs, the remaining gangs will no longer have the power to resist the Mutual Aid Association, and they can only be forced to join us."

"In this way, we can acquire the Portland family's estate."

"By the way, Donald." Moriguang thought of Black Mask. "If Black Mask and Ventrilogue are also attacking the Portland family's legacy at the same time, you don't need to choose to fight hard with him."

"Go ahead, it's war now."

Donald felt the weight of his master's words.

In a word, the life and death of nearly a hundred gangs are determined.

This is the weight of the master's words!

When the emperor was angry, he buried a million corpses.

……

The gang battlefield in Gotham City lasted for a month.

On the first day Donald went back, he called Hua Dongxiong and discussed with him how to deal with the gang.On the second day, sure enough, someone without eyes came over immediately, a young man with a cut head and part of his forehead dyed green, insisting that the Chinese food in Shen's Restaurant was not authentic.

When Hua Dongxiong walked out of the kitchen, he punched him on the head, causing a long bag on his head.

Then grab his ear and pull it down.

"Say! Where is your boss?"

The green-headed youth said, "It's...in the abandoned factory at 1234 King's Road, East District."

The violent chef set off angrily with his equipment. He has been very troubled these days, and there are always fools who want to insult his personality.

After half an hour.

Hua Dongxiong came to the abandoned factory with more than 100 younger brothers who had practiced the sense of qi.

He opened the big iron gate of the abandoned factory, where a lot of people were taking drugs and dancing, and when he heard the movement, someone inside shouted.

"Damn it, your kid is finally back. How's the matter, what are the expressions of those people in the Chinese restaurant?"

"Ah? Who are you, you..."

Hua Dongxiong walked in with more than 100 people, turned around and closed the iron gate, and fastened the gate to the large iron gate of the abandoned factory.

Kacha~
The door was bolted.

Hua Dongxiong pulled out two kitchen knives from his pocket, and more than 100 mutual aid members pulled out iron bars and other weapons. "Call me!"

The members of the Mutual Aid Association rushed in directly. They developed a sense of internal strength, and their force value was greater than that of ordinary people. However, these small gang members are actually a group of ordinary people who eat and die, doing nothing, and may not be as good as a white-collar who goes to the gym.

The fight between the two sides was crushing.

Hua Dongxiong performed the wind saber technique with a kitchen knife, like a goddess scattering flowers, making the eyes dazzled.He slashed all the way, of course with the back of the knife, just knocking people out.

By the time this small gang wanted to take knives and guns, they had lost most of their combat effectiveness.

A few days later, the Mutual Aid Club found a gang base named [Phantom], Meiying Bar.

Donald led people into the dance floor of the bar, brushed away the excited boys and girls who were dancing, and went straight to find a white man covered with gold chains.The white man took a sip of beer, saw more than 100 people approaching aggressively with weapons, and cursed Shit.

"Dude, are you here looking for trouble?"

It was the first time for Donald to do this kind of thing, and he was not used to it.

It's just that the other party was too much, and sent people to smash the Chinese restaurant several times.

He has a long face. "It's you who wants to die."

A laugh came out of nowhere, and a black teenager walked over with his buddy's shoulders on his shoulders. He seemed to be too drunk and couldn't walk steadily.When he saw the person behind Donald, he said loudly: "Hey, that yellow-skinned thin monkey, did you go out today, did you bring your mother's warm baby? Hahahaha... Let me tell you, this thin monkey I can lift a monkey with one hand. They rented my house before, and I often used him as a sandbag to play with. Is this kind of person also a man..."

"what!"

The boy from the Mutual Aid Society, whom he called Skinny Monkey, walked over and kicked him hard and quickly in the stomach. Although this kick contained internal strength, the difference in physique was too large. Although the black man suffered pain, it was still not unbearable. .

The black man raised his hands above his head angrily, and rushed at the boy.

"You low race guy, how dare you. How dare!"

But while the boy was backing away, three hidden weapons popped out from his hand.

An iron bodhi fell on the black man's forehead, an iron lotus seed fell on his fat and thick mouth, and an iron nail fell on the root of his life.

The next moment, the black man's head was bleeding + his mouth was torn + his life was severely injured.

Nine strikes in Qingcheng!

Nine clever hidden weapon techniques!
The black man fell to the ground and let out a heart-wrenching, cold cry. "I... my little baby... I..."

Chinese teenagers stand in front of the miserable blacks, condescending. "First of all, I am no longer your sandbag."

"Secondly, everyone is equal, and then you are no longer a man, eunuch."

When the incident got to such an extent, and everyone was startled that this Chinese boy was so powerful, the bar and the mutual aid club had already fought, and the whole bar was in chaos.By the time the dust settled, the bar was all but torn down.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor, Donald said to all those who were arrested: "From now on, our mutual aid will take over here."

"This bar belongs to my master, the owner of the mutual aid club, the master!"

(End of this chapter)