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"Then let's talk about things outside the company."

Bai Lu lay back, with her feet folded on the desk, her arms folded in front of her chest, and she said calmly:

"Who is racing in Hell's Kitchen every night these days?"

Bai Lu didn't need to read his mind to know that it wasn't the gangsters from Hell's Kitchen who did it. He believed that these guys didn't have the guts to play tricks under his nose.

""

The gang bosses in the conference room were silent, and Salome looked puzzled. Her identity, to put it mildly, was that of a madam. Her information channels in New York were relatively well-connected, but outside of New York they were of no use.

"A Mexican drug trafficker, Braga, organized a speeding race. On the surface, it was like this, but in fact he used the speeding party to deliver goods."

With a gold chain hanging around his neck and a suit still looking like a nouveau riche, Eric, the marijuana dealer, replied with a twinkling look. Hell's Kitchen is more of their territory. Originally, they shouldn't sit back and watch an outsider act arrogantly, but they found that The Mexican drug dealer was targeting Bai Lu, so they pretended not to see it. Even if they knew that the Mexican drug dealer couldn't fight Bai Lu, it felt like it would be good to add some trouble to Bai Lu.

When Bai Lu brought it up, several people felt a little guilty. They didn't expect Bai Lu to react so quickly.

Bai Lu immediately understood what these people were thinking, but he was too lazy to care about it and looked directly at Jin Bing and said:

"Well, I remember that 60% of the white business in New York belongs to you, and 40% belongs to that old Asian woman. Since when did you become so easy to talk to?"

The largest suppliers of white powder business in New York are Jin Bin and an old woman named Mrs. Gao. Needless to say who Jin Bin is, the old woman is not a simple person. In short, these two are not people who are willing to share. It's really abnormal for outside drug dealers to do things.

The white suit was bulging. He looked like a fat man, but in fact, more than 90% of his body was muscle. His shiny scalp reflected light. Jin Ping, who looked majestic and majestic, said without changing his expression:

"Because their target is not us."

"Hmm, I understand if you put it like that."

On the surface, there seems to be no problem. It's just that there are three clean streets in Hell's Kitchen, and then someone thinks there is an opportunity, so they want to occupy the market. But anyone who doesn't have to be an idiot can see that there is something wrong with the safe zone in Hell's Kitchen, and that the gang bosses forming a tacit understanding overnight is just bullshit.

So it’s a damned thing that there’s no pusher behind the Mexican drug dealer’s invasion of Hell’s Kitchen.

Bai Lu touched her chin and said thoughtfully:

"What do you think about making Hell's Kitchen lively?"

"what are you going to do"

Every one of the people present was on guard, whoever said what they said. If some of the gang leaders said that if there was some excitement, at least a dozen people would die in a fight. But if the monsters more ferocious than them said that there would be some excitement, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the case. Going to blow up Hell's Kitchen.

Bai Lu didn't pay attention to the mood changes of the gang leaders. With a playful smile on his face, he said to himself:

"I think drag racing is quite interesting. Isn't that Mexican drug dealer willing to find someone to play with? Then ask the mayor or congressman to approve a note, draw a track in Hell's Kitchen, and play in the track, otherwise he will kill someone in front of my door. It’s ugly.”

Bai Lu didn't care at all about the truth behind the Mexican drug dealer's provocation, just like a person doesn't care how mosquitoes fly. Anyway, it only takes a slap if he gets annoyed. It's good to use the waste before getting annoyed.

As he said this, a sudden flash of inspiration occurred.

"There are just a lot of live broadcasts. I think the people of New York who live a boring life will like this kind of exciting competition."

Several gang leaders did not expect that Bai Lu's handling method was completely beyond their expectations. Salome said in surprise:

"You agreed to sell drugs on these three streets."

Bai Lu asked back in surprise.

"Did I say that?"

""

The gang leaders knew very well that they had been doing this for a long time. They tricked others into planting trees and then picked the fruits themselves. When they were in a good mood, they would give the tree planter half a life. When they were in a bad mood, they would just gank them away.

Although they felt that Bai Lu's handling method was quite shameless, they all felt that the gap between them and Bai Lu was not that big anymore.

Huo Qi, who is thin and wears famous brands that are actually his own products and specializes in fake goods, pretended to have the courage to raise his doubts.

"Why is it so troublesome to go through the formalities with the mayor or councillors?"

"No wonder you people are not half as bad as Kingpin, but you are miserable. It's really pitiful."

Bai Lu said as she covered her face and turned her head, looking sad that she couldn't bear to look at, with a few tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes.

This was not the first time that several gangsters saw Bai Lu's pretentious appearance, but they still couldn't accept it. They couldn't help but have veins popping when they thought of the night they were teased.

Kingpin's eyes flashed fiercely, hurting others is hurting others. What does it mean to compare him with him? Doesn't he, a super villain, have no face?

嘭

The grumpy Leonid couldn't help but gasped and punched the conference table, stood up, and glared at Bai Lu.

"We know you are powerful, but you can't just insult us."

Leonid is a Russian man who is more than two meters tall, with muscles as sharp as a rock and a sturdy back. Because he has connections in Russia and New York, the arms business is booming.

However, on the night when he appeared in the Anding District, without using his trump card of "die together", Bai Lu tried all his tricks and almost burst his intracranial blood vessels.

"idiot."

Bai Lu instantly got out of her dramatic state, scolded, and a gust of wind popped up from her fingertips, knocking Leonid over and knocked him over, and said angrily:

"Do you know what it means to be a society ruled by law? Do you know what it means to be courteous before fighting? Things that can be known to others should be done in the sun, and things that cannot be known should be done in the dark. People can know but cannot be seen or said. Things should be done in the evening or early morning when you can’t see clearly.”

It sounds mysterious, but to put it bluntly, there is no need to worry about trouble if the procedures are complete. In the United States, as long as there are no problems with the procedures and it is not deliberately suppressed by the capitalists, no one will cause trouble on the surface. As for the trouble behind the scenes, the gangs in Hell's Kitchen are the biggest trouble in New York City.

Leonid looked dazed and confused, but the others were thoughtful. Anyone who could achieve the ultimate in their respective gray fields would have sunk into the Hell's Kitchen port long ago if they were stupid and lacked brains.

Bai Lu is not afraid of trouble, but he hates trouble. In order to minimize trouble and not affect his happy mood of having fun, he doesn't mind following the rules specified by the secular country in this world.