At the stairway leading to the second floor, there were two tall red-haired foreigners standing. When they saw Ren Nitian approaching, a hint of murderous intent flashed in their eyes, and they bowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry, our boss said, we can't."
Bring weapons, please..."
Before the words could even be finished, Ren Yuan and Ling Yue stepped forward, raised their feet, and kicked them violently. The two tall men, like kites with broken strings, flew back several meters and snapped.
It fell heavily in the corridor, shaking the house. The two struggled for a while to stand up, but in vain!
Ren Nitian turned a blind eye and walked forward with an indifferent expression, but there was already a hint of ferocity in his eyes.
What kind of status does he have? Smith, the leader of the Tiger Gang, dares to have people insult him like this. He naturally thinks that he has enough strength to force Ren Nitian's forces out of San Francisco.
In the huge conference room, there are seven or eight people sitting at the long round table. They are all wearing designer suits and ties, and they look like gentlemen, but insiders can smell it from their glamorous and noble appearance.
A hint of blood.
Behind them stood sturdy and fierce guys. When these gentleman-like people saw Ren Nitian coming, they all stood up and bowed slightly to express their welcome. Only the middle-aged man with short blond hair and green eyes sitting in the chairman's seat stood up.
The young man did not get up, but looked at Ren Nitian with provocative eyes. Next to him sat a young man who looked very pale, but had a British aristocratic temperament. The young man looked at Ren Nitian with contempt.
Tian and Ren Yuan and Ling Yue behind him. That middle-aged man is Smith, the boss of the Tiger Gang. His main business is the underworld, arms, drugs, casinos, prostitution... He is involved in everything. Some of the businesses on the White Road are nothing more than cover-ups.
It's just his identity. But Ren Nitian is just the opposite. His main business is in the white world, and the underworld is nothing more than a means for him to protect himself. As for the pale young man, he is naturally the master who injured Ren Yuan.
Those who stood up to greet Ren Nitian were all the bosses of some powerful underground gangs in San Francisco. The reason why they still have a place in San Francisco and were not swallowed up by the Tiger Gang is that they also need to thank Ren Nitian's Qinglong Gang.
.It is precisely because of the Qinglong Gang's intervention in San Francisco and the policy formulated by Ren Nitian to use barbarians to rule barbarians that the Tiger Gang was unable to swallow up the weaker underground forces.
Ren Nitian was helpless but also a wise choice. After all, his focus is on business, and the underground forces are nothing more than a tool for him to safeguard the interests of himself and the Chinese in his field. Therefore, his Qinglong Gang will not be like other gangs in the United States.
He has the same power. He is involved in all illegal businesses and absorbs everyone. He takes an elite route and a steady route, which can not only protect his business empire on the surface, but also prevent him from getting involved.
It has been involved in too many gang scandals. So even though the Green Dragon Gang is one of the five major underground forces in the United States, its number is not as large as the number of subordinates of these underground gang bosses in San Francisco.
Because the Qinglong Gang has a limited number of men, he wants the Tiger Gang to be unable to completely deal with the Qinglong Gang's power in San Francisco. Therefore, Ren Nitian secretly has a good relationship with these underground gang bosses in San Francisco, and sometimes provides them with some assistance. This is also
One of the reasons why the Tiger Gang is eager to drive the Green Dragon Gang out of San Francisco. Although the Green Dragon Gang is small in number, they are all elites, especially Ren Nitian and his son, who are surprisingly skilled. There used to be a very powerful gang in Los Angeles.
The boss clamored to kill Ren Nitian and his son. The next day, he was found dead on the street with his ribs on both sides of his chest broken. It is said that he was surrounded by no less than ten bodyguards at the time, but those bodyguards were all
They all ended up with the same fate.
Smith is a very smart leader. He knows that in order to drive the Qinglong Gang out of San Francisco, he must defeat Ren Nitian and his son. Only in this way can the Qinglong Gang people dare not provoke the Tiger Gang anymore, and can these San Francisco underground gangs
The forces surrendered. So he had been looking for a master. Not long ago, he met a real master in England, and this master was the pale guy named Edward. As if Smith had found a treasure, he immediately invited Edward to the United States.
, providing food, drink, and women every day. As long as Edward asked for it, he would satisfy him. As expected, the day before yesterday, Edward easily defeated Ren Yuan for him, which made Smith's ambition and self-confidence skyrocket.
Today, he and Ren Nitian, the two leaders, were supposed to have direct face-to-face negotiations, but he invited the bosses of other gangs in San Francisco, just to let these people see with their own eyes how he trampled on Ren Nitian, who had always been aloof.
Ren Nitian nodded slightly to those people, then sat down opposite Smith, looking directly at Smith like a sword.
The strength of the Tiger Gang is inseparable from Smith's cruelty and talent, but it is not necessarily related to his skill. After taking the position of the leader of the Tiger Gang, Smith basically vented his excess energy on women's bellies
In fact, his own strength is naturally incomparable to that of a master like Ren Nitian.
As soon as Ren Nitian's fierce look was revealed, even though Edward was by his side, Smith, who had experienced many lives and deaths, still felt his heart beating unsatisfactorily.
Shit! Smith cursed, then cryptically not looking at Ren Nitian, and said slowly and slowly, as if he was convinced of Ren Nitian, "Ren, evacuate all your people from San Francisco!"
Bang! Ren Nitian slammed his palm on the table, and a crack appeared on the table, extending all the way to Smith.
Smith's heart beat violently again. He secretly touched the pistol in his pocket and glanced at Edward again. Seeing his blood-red eyes and calm expression, he calmed down a little.
Oh my God! China's Ren is indeed extremely powerful. The table cracked with such a slap. The other gang bosses in San Francisco exclaimed and felt a little relieved. If Ren Nitian was defeated and left San Francisco, it would be of no benefit to them at all.
"I said Smith, are you out of your mind? Just because of such a white ghost, you want my people to withdraw from San Francisco. Let this white ghost leave an arm immediately, and the fact that he injured my son will be considered a check.
Eliminate it, otherwise I will wipe this nightclub from Chinatown." Ren Niantian said coldly.
"Jie Jie, Mr. Smith, is this Mr. Ren who slapped the table the Chinese Ren you mentioned? He is very good, very strong, and has great vitality!" Edward said contemptuously. He pressed his palm on the table and jumped to the table.
He went up, raised his finger to Ren Nitian, and said, "I heard that you are very good at fighting. How about we fight first?"
"Ren Zhenren, this little monster has some abilities. You are secretly helping me. You can give him some color and see!"
Jin Lin's voice sounded in Ren Nitian's ears, and he thought to himself, this cat demon is really smart, and he immediately thought that this is a good opportunity for me to establish my authority. As he thought to himself, he felt an overwhelming amount of true energy coming from behind.
In his body, Ren Nitian immediately felt that the real power in his body was surging, and he wanted to vent it.
"Insolent!" Ren Nitian immediately shouted angrily, tipped his toes slightly to the ground, and shot towards Edward like an arrow. With a curl of his fingers, he immediately grabbed Edward's neck like an eagle's talon, trying to defend himself.
A trace of surprise flashed in Edward's eyes. He didn't expect that this Chinese man could be so fast, almost as fast as him.
However, Edward still didn't take Ren Nitian seriously. The physical strength of their vampire clan was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. He still didn't believe that just an old Chinese man could defeat him.
Edward swayed and almost at the same time attacked Ren Nitian like a ghost.
Meow! A cat meow rang in Edward's ears, making him almost deafened. Before he could understand what was going on, he felt a strange and extremely cold energy coming from his back.
invaded his body.
Edward was afraid of direct sunlight, and he was also afraid of the cold. The cold climate slowed down the blood flow in his body. This strange and extremely cold energy made Edward shiver suddenly, and he felt as if his whole body was going to be frozen. Edward was frightened.
He was so frightened that he was about to escape quickly, but unfortunately Ren Nitian's eagle claws attacked him.
Click! Ren Nitian's steel-like eagle claws clasped Edward's throat tightly, and there was a sound.
Edward's real strength should be at the level of the fifth level of Gemenzhong, and one step further is the innate level, which is even better than Shangguan Xuan's fourth level. In total, he is definitely a martial arts master. It's a pity that he encountered someone hiding in the dark.
The golden cat demon is a magic monster, so naturally he, a baron in the vampire clan, cannot compete with it.
Ren Nitian is a gangster, and he knows very well when to strike hard. Without the help of the golden cat demon this time, he may be in trouble. This little white ghost must not be allowed to stay. He held Edward's hand and secretly vented his anger.
, the true energy entered the body and suddenly severed the blood vessels connecting it to the heart.
"Humph!" Ren Nitian snorted coldly and loosened his grip. Bang! With a sound, Edward fell on the table like a dead dog.