My ring is too bad

Chapter 458 The End of the Era
Michael is the leader of the Seattle blood gang, an orthodox Samoan, his grandfather immigrated to the United States, and has settled here for generations since then.

The environment in which Michael grew up was very bad, and various gangsters often appeared in the community. The children who grew up in this environment were almost doomed in the future.

Michael's father was hot-tempered and drunk. After he owed a whole lot of debt outside, he left Michael and his mother and ran away alone.

My mother works part-time outside every day, earns a meager salary, and barely makes ends meet, and often avoids those who come to collect debts in fear.

Days like this filled Michael's heart with negative emotions. He could not see the beauty of life, but only felt the darkness and pain of life.

There is a saying that life is a journey against you, if you can't resist it, then obey it.

Michael began to accept violence and began to like to rely on fists to solve problems.

Under the influence of years of experience, Michael did not get out of the mud like many protagonists of movies and novels who were born in the slums, and finally came to the fore.

Life is real, not everyone has the so-called aura of the protagonist.

Michael joined the Blood Gang at the age of 13 and lived a bloody life.

While other teenagers are enjoying their parents' care and a warm and happy life, Michael is fighting with others on the street.

Even so, the violent Michael still has a warmth in his heart, and that warmth is tied to his mother.

After years of hard work, my mother's body has already collapsed, and she is plagued by various diseases.

After Michael fought to become famous, he sent the present to the best hospital.

No matter how tired he was every day, Michael would change out of his blood-stained clothes, put on clean clothes, and go to the hospital to visit and accompany his mother.

In addition, the vengeful Michael sent someone to take revenge on all those who had bullied his mother before.

One of the fat bosses once gave Michael's mother a slap in the face because he accidentally touched his clothes while picking up vegetable leaves in the vegetable market.

Michael was only ten years old at the time and was not there. Afterwards, he heard that he was being beaten, and wanted to find the fat boss desperately, but he couldn't find anyone at all.

After Michael became powerful, he still firmly remembered that incident back then, and vowed to vent his anger on his mother's behalf, even though his mother no longer remembered that slap back then.

After painstakingly searching, Michael finally found two people who matched the characteristics of the original fat boss.

Michael didn't even bother to identify who was real and who was fake, so he directly asked his subordinates to break the limbs of the two fat men, then throw them into the cesspit and drown them alive.

The usual Michael is ruthless and will do anything to achieve his goals.

But as long as he was with his mother, Michael would become extremely patient and gentle.

Even the wife he married is the most caring nurse who takes care of him so far.

However, just last year, Michael's mother passed away.

Since then, Michael has nothing to worry about, and has become more and more ruthless, with a bit of hostility all the time.

Throughout Seattle, Michael was not afraid of anyone except the Iron Finger Gate.

Disagreement, brawls and shootouts have often occurred between various gangs in Seattle.

Even in the same branch, the gangs also choke and kill each other.

In addition, incidents of gang infighting also emerged in an endless stream.

Either for money or for women, it is nothing more than poisoning, vendetta and love killing.

However, since the Iron Finger Gate appeared in Seattle more than ten years ago, the struggle in Seattle has been reduced by more than half.

Now, the main gang fights are concentrated in Seattle's South and Central districts.

The blood gang led by Michael is the overlord of the southern district.

And his deadly opponent is the Cripple Gang in the Central District, a gang founded by a white man more than 100 years ago. It has more people than the Blood Gang, and its power and territory are slightly stronger.

But the Blood Gang dared to fight and fight under the leadership of Michael, and the two forces could not completely solve each other.

Today seemed to be the same day as usual, Michael got up early, and was already sitting in his leather office chair at five o'clock in the morning.

He likes to sit here, on the nineteenth floor, quietly watching the city scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, drinking coffee, and quietly watching the sun rise.

In his words, he likes to think about what he wants to do next when the city wakes up.

No one knew what Michael would do the next day, not even himself until the early hours of the morning.

Just as Michael took a sip of the hot coffee, he saw an incredible scene.

A figure was flying over the city of Seattle, constantly shuttling among buildings.

Michael has some impressions of those buildings. There are all kinds of people living in them. These people have a common characteristic, that is, they are all people in charge of Seattle.

Michael got up and took the binoculars, and carefully observed it outside the window.

Just at this time, the sun had just risen, and the radiance of the morning sun poured down on the earth and reflected on the figure.

Michael saw the man's face.

It was an oriental face, full of flesh and blood, with a hint of evil spirit that made people shudder in the simplicity.

There was a layer of cold sweat on Michael's back, and he was horrified to find that the man turned his head and looked directly at him, as if he had spotted him.

This feeling is very frightening.

Even though he had been fighting blood since he was 13 years old, facing that man's eyes, Michael had to admit that he seemed to have suddenly become a sheep at the mercy of others.

In the next second, the figure disappeared from Michael's vision.

Michael looked around nervously, his eyes constantly searching beside the buildings.

Suddenly, there was a clear sound behind him.

A thick and powerful palm patted Michael's shoulder lightly.

"boom!"

Michael's muscles tensed up in an instant, and he took out a pistol from his clothes like a conditioned reflex, and shot blindly behind him.

A scream came from behind, and that scream sounded familiar.

Michael turned around slightly in astonishment, and found that his driver and bodyguard had fallen into a pool of blood, his eyes were wide open, and there was a blood hole between his eyebrows.

Michael's driver will come and deliver the documents for him at 05:30 every day.

Michael took a deep breath, feeling a little annoyed in his heart, but the next second his muscles tensed up again.

Another hand was on his shoulder, behind his back.

Michael turned around and fired again without hesitation, but this time the bullet was empty, and there was a sharp pain in his wrist, and the gun fell to the ground.

"Mr. Michael, don't be so alarmed. My name is Xiao Qiang. I'm here to negotiate with you on behalf of my boss. The old days in Seattle are over."

(End of this chapter)