As soon as Selyol opened his mouth, Mourinho had the urge to stuff the pistol behind his waist into his mouth.

You know, although his cousin rejected his initial proposal, his relationship with his cousin has always been very good. Since childhood, he has been his cousin's young follower. It was his cousin who had no father and grew up on the chaotic streets of Mexico.

He loved his cousin just like his father. Now, the murderer who killed his cousin dared to describe his cousin's death in front of him, which naturally made him feel angry.

If his family was not present, he would definitely avenge his cousin at all costs. However, it was precisely because of his family as a constraint that he felt he was afraid of taking the opportunity that he could only suppress the anger in his heart and gritted his teeth and asked Selyol.

"Selol, what do you want to say!"

"I'm praising your luck and then reminding you that your luck will not always be so good."

Not caring about the threat from this stray dog, Seleur was spitting out smoke rings while grinning at Mourinho.

"Did you see me and my subordinates? As long as I say something casually, you can immediately follow your devil cousin. Of course, it may not be just you, but also your mother, your sister, and your wife. By the way, I heard that your wife is about to give birth. Now it seems that you probably don't have the chance to see this little devil pop out of his mother's belly!"

If at the beginning, the expression on Mourinho's face was fierce and hatred. Now, as every word from Selyol hit the most vulnerable defense in his heart, his expression had begun to become weak and helpless.

Family will always be his biggest weakness. When he thinks of his mother who has raised him with great difficulty, his three sisters who regard him as his backer, his soulmate and the crystallization of their love that is about to be born, he can no longer be hard.

After all, he was not that kind of cold-blooded guy. He could not imagine the tragic situation in front of him. So this heavy panic and worry easily crushed his backbone, making him involuntarily beg for mercy at this time.

"What do you want to do? Please, let them go. They are innocent, you can't break the rules here."

"Rules? When did you see my mad dog Selyol obey the rules?"

Selyol took out his nickname without any hesitation, and he could hear from his tone alone how much he sneered at such a rule.

"Let's talk about who made this rule, why should I abide by it. Just by looking at the benefits before me, I don't have to abide by it. What's the use of following the rules? Can these brothers under my command make a lot of money? Can I make my territory bigger? If I can get all this by not following the rules, then why should I abide by your bullshit rules?"

Selyol's words made Mourinho unable to refute at all. He also knew that it was difficult for him to give this guy, known as a mad dog, to give him any pity. He was obviously not the kind of guy with sympathy. But what else could he do?

Negotiation requires bargaining chips. Now he has no existence in his hands that can serve as bargaining chips. So he can only beg, over and over again, like a dog with a broken family.

This is what Seliol wants to see. In fact, if it weren't for seeing Mourinho surrender and begging for mercy, he would have let his men shoot him here long ago.

He likes to watch his former opponents bow down to him, especially when such opponents can bring him extra benefits. So at the moment, he is not playing any tricks, but says straight to Mourinho.

"It can be seen that Mourinho, you care a lot about your family. If that's the case, I can give you a chance."

"I took over the territory of the Mexican Brotherhood. However, I have not obtained all of your original purchase channels and those buyers. It is easy for the buyers to say that those sick people, as long as I have the goods, I am not afraid that they will not come to me. However, the purchase channels are a difficult problem."

"My men cannot deal with the drug lords in Mexico, and what I know is that you have always been responsible for this aspect of the Mexican Brotherhood. Your brothers' connections in Mexico can help you get the best goods, and now, I want you to get the same goods for me."

"As long as you can help me contact good people and establish channels, I don't care about being kind to you so that your wife and children can live safely. You should want to see your child born. If you want, then I think you should know how to make your choice!"

Of course, Mourinho wanted to see his child be born, and he dreamed that this little life would come to this world safely. So when facing this problem, he had no room for a second choice, and he could only accept the condition raised by Seleur.

"I can promise you the conditions, as long as you are willing to let my family go."

"Very good. You're smart and made the choice that satisfies me the most."

Nodding with satisfaction, Selyol waved to his subordinates behind him. Looking at his sign, three tall black men immediately walked out from behind.

They walked to Mourinho's side without any hesitation, pulled the three sisters behind him and walked towards Selyol.

This sudden change made Mourinho a little reluctant to accept it. He rushed towards the three people regardless of his body and was injured. Of course, it was obvious that before the others could pounce on him, he was already stepped on by a black man.

The heavy pressure and the severe pain from the wound did not stop him from resisting. He struggled violently and shouted loudly at Selyol.

"What are you going to do, Selyol. You promised me, you promised me that I would let my family go!"

"Have I promised you?" He walked straight to Mourinho with a cigar in his mouth. Seliol squatted down and patted his face, grinning at his big steel teeth, and said to him. "I think you should recall it carefully. What I mean is to let your wife and children live safely. This does not include you, the three beautiful sisters. For me, your three sisters can earn me a lot of money. I have no reason to give up on them, right?"

"Of course, if you must want to do this, I can give you a choice. Let your sister go, then you have to exchange it for your wife. Although it is a bit of a loss to exchange it for three. But your wife looks pretty good and is a pregnant woman. I think she should be quite popular in my nightclub. Ah hahaha."

Selyol's words were not so much teasing as to say that they were cutting flesh in the heart of Mourinho. He could not let go of his sister, but he was even less likely to let go of his wife and unborn children. For him, this was a thing that he could choose. So all he could do was struggle and roar desperately under the feet of the big black man like a trapped beast.

His performance made all the black people present laugh because in their eyes, Mourinho was as ridiculous as a real mad dog. And just as they were laughing and joking, a sudden sound penetrated into their noise.

"It's really enough, it's so disgusting. It was a pretty good food because of the existence of you guys, which made me feel disgusted."

There is no doubt that the person who could say such a thing at this time was the only customer in the restaurant. Faced with this bold and courageous person, who dared to continue to sit here for dinner while everyone was rushing to escape from the restaurant, all the black people present couldn't help but shut up.

They had seen a bold person, but had never seen such a bold person. This made them think that the person in front of them had some special reliance. However, after seeing his face with obvious Asian characteristics, they immediately left this little worry behind them.

An interesting thing is that black people in the United States are clamoring that they are the target of racial discrimination all day long. Once they face Latinos or Asians, their identities will change, from being discriminated to being racist. There is no reason at all, they look down on these brown and yellow races, as if they are hesitant, as if they are the masters of this country.

This magical idea is reflected in this moment. A large group of black people immediately started to yell and curse at the Asian mixed-race child after they were silent. And just when they were happily scolding, Seleur made a tilt-speaking gesture and asked such a sentence to the Asian mixed-race child.

"What did you say, sir. Can you say what you just said again?"

"I said, your behavior made me disgusted and disgusted."

He didn't care about such threatening and intimidating words at all. This Asian mixed-race man always maintained a high degree of unity in his words and deeds. He even said that in order to make his description more convincing, he also made a vivid comparison of his feelings in his heart with words.

"It's like when you were eating steak, someone suddenly went to the bathroom next to you. I really can't describe how bad I feel now. If possible, I really want each of you to try this feeling!"

If he is telling jokes or joking, then his words may have a little effect. Although they may not make people laugh, they will definitely make people feel disgusted. But he is not telling jokes, he is ridiculing everyone here, especially Selyol. This is of course making him angry.

But he didn't scold or even refute. What he did was not at all consistent with his nickname, because at this time he actually apologized to the Asian mixed-race child politely.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I really didn't expect our work to cause you such trouble. Please rest assured that we will pay attention. I can guarantee you that this kind of thing will not happen."

"Because, you won't have the chance to experience this feeling again."

When he said this, a confidant who belonged to him had already walked directly behind the Asian mixed-race man, took out his pistol and pulled the trigger at the back of his head.

Gunners do a lot of such things, or in other words, he is the executor of Selyol's will. As a person called a mad dog, it is not that he can be called a mad dog by yelling and taking out a gun. In the world of gangsters, such people are called normal. One of the main reasons why he is called a mad dog is that he may still whisper to you the previous second, but the next second, he has already made you a sieve.

The high degree of inconsistency between words and deeds is as unpredictable as a mentally ill patient, and his past fame is the main reason why he was called a mad dog.

This is not the first time he has done such a thing. The original Italian gang boss, the guy who didn't have to look at him, fell on the dining table of their family in the same way. No one expected that he would beg for mercy like a dog and would win the final victory in this way. Even he himself did not expect. But after that, he fell in love with the scene of blood splashing everywhere and brains flowing into the plate like cooked milk.

Now he can be said to be eager to see the same situation. However, what unexpected happened at this time.

The gunshots rang out and the bullets were fired. From his perspective, he could even see bright sparks blooming in front of the guy's back of the head. This was a very normal scene, but what was abnormal was that one hand blocked the back of the head and the pistol, and something was stuck in a posture that seemed to be a cigarette.

Only five or six meters apart, he could see clearly what the bottom was with the hand? A bullet, a bullet that was already shrunk like popcorn. And this bullet was now held in his hand by the Asian mixed-race man who was supposed to be falling on the table. This situation immediately made him understand what he had encountered!

Damn, these super humans actually pretend to be pigs and eat tigers! He cursed in his heart, but there was no hesitation. In just a moment, he was already shouting wildly at his subordinates.

"Shoot, shoot. Kill him, kill him. Don't let him go out alive!"
Chapter completed!