Antoine yelled angrily and violently swept the things on the table to the ground. The reluctant confidants and deputies lowered their heads and did not dare to speak. They all furrowed their brows and waited for scolding.
The confidant's throat twitched slightly, and he mustered up the courage to admonish: "Brother, in fact, there are not many things lost, that is, more than twenty frozen corpses of extraordinary beings. The two most important ones, the locks of the two powerful aliens, are not damaged at the innermost parts." , the others burned were scattered groceries.”
"What I am losing is not something, but face. There are still many forces waiting and watching. Once we show our cowardice, we will be attacked by the crowd." Antoine shook his head and looked at the deputy: "Yes Who did it? Why couldn’t anyone be caught?”
The deputy quickly explained: "The other party's face was covered. One of them looked very young, and the other one couldn't see clearly. I had already blocked one of them, but at the last moment... I was intimidated. I'm sorry, brother."
Antoine was slightly shocked. His deputy had been through life and death for many years, and he was a ruthless man who climbed out of the dead on the battlefield. People like him have already considered life and death, and have already regarded their fate as unfavourable. How could they be intimidated?
"The other party is very strong?"
"It's not strong, but..." the deputy carefully recalled the palpitating feeling: "It's like the instinct to resist death in human bones has been activated, and the fear cannot be resisted with willpower."
At this time, the three people in the room fell into silence. Finally, the confidant broke the silence first:
"What to do with those people on duty?"
Antoine replied coldly: "Reclamation, let others learn a lesson, we haven't won a big victory yet, let them use their best tricks."
At this time, there was a knock on the door. The deputy glanced at Antoine and opened the door under his instruction. Outside is a pony boy, the spy sent by Antoine who has been keeping an eye on Quincy, and now he has come back to report on his own.
"What's the matter? You're in such a hurry." Antoine frowned slightly.
Ponyboy took a breath and reported eagerly: "That Kelson and Quincy are discussing business."
Antoine's expression suddenly turned cold and he slammed the table.
...
Meanwhile, Kelson hosted Quincy at a fancy restaurant. Quincy was as enthusiastic as ever and couldn't hide his joy after seeing Kelson.
"It seems that Mr. Kelson is quite well informed."
That's right, I led people to do this, and I have the most first-hand information.
Kelsen also showed his embarrassment appropriately: "At present, it seems that only Mr. Quincy can trade with us. The transaction will be finalized in three days. We are here to pay the deposit."
"There is no need for a deposit. I only need the support of the Bishop. I will deliver the goods in three days." Quincy confidently raised his legs, lit a cigar, and waved to the waiter next to him to bring him the goods. Pour yourself some wine.
At this moment, a sudden voice appeared in the restaurant that had been reserved.
"Oh? Why didn't I know you had the goods in Quincy?"
Kelsen turned around and saw Antoine walking over with a gentleman's staff, followed by his deputy with his hands behind his back. The deputy glanced at Kelson, then bowed his head slightly in respect after a moment, apparently not recognizing him.
Quincy did not stand up, but when he saw his younger brother running in from outside holding his dislocated arm, his face was filled with anger. He put down the wine glass in his hand, and his second-in-command stood up from the other table and leaned over, grabbing the knife on the table.
The atmosphere between the two sides was somewhat tense, but Kelson and Jean watched the show with interest, with their hands crossed and their chins crossed.
"Antoine, this is not your territory. If you want to start a war, I can accompany you, but don't disturb my distinguished guest today."
Antoine sneered and ignored Quincy. Instead, he turned to Kelson and said: "Sir Kelson, I agree with your proposal and provide you with a stable supply at a 60% discount. And I guarantee that the entire Only I can supply Kongsbod!”
Quincy had just promised to supply the goods, and what Antoine said now was undoubtedly a slap in his face. If he didn't toughen up, he wouldn't have to work in the underworld in Kongsbode in the future.
As soon as Quincy took action, Antoine's deputy took action from the waist. Kelson didn't even see clearly how he started from the back-hand position, then struck first, and strangled Quincy's throat. From the current point of view, even if he fights with his life with the trump card of his right hand, Kelsen thinks that he may not be able to win 100%.
Quincy's second-in-command, who had been always on guard, took action at this moment. The knife in his hand stabbed Antoine's deputy fiercely. The two suddenly exchanged blows very quickly, and the dull sound of fists and palms colliding echoed in the restaurant. .
"Jamie, when did you get promoted secretly?" Antoine's deputy looked at the blood marks on his palm and said with a smile.
"Gray, that's all you have." Jamie sneered.
"Really, why don't you try it again?" Deputy Gray took out the cross-finger belt from his pocket, his expression gradually turned ferocious.
Seeing the conflict intensifying, Kelson stood up with Jean: "Okay gentlemen, this is not your octagonal cage. Splattering human blood in this high-end restaurant is not the behavior of a gentleman."
Kelsen called the waiter who was too scared to approach, and asked Jean to put the meal fee and tip on the plate in his hand: "It seems that your business is not that stable. Maybe I should make it clear to the bishop. For the time being, we are waiting for everyone to come up with a conclusion.”
After saying that, he left the restaurant, leaving the two gangsters in the restaurant. When they got into the car, Kelson was completely relieved and said to Gene:
"It's done."
"What's done? What's done if the business isn't even negotiated?" Gene was completely confused.
"Tonight, one of Antoine and Quincy will definitely devour the other, and the other fingers will line up. To put it simply, after we step out of that door, both sides will return to their hometowns, and then Organize manpower and use the cards they have buried but haven’t made up their mind to clear out the opponent." Kelsen said calmly.
"No? This?" Gene still couldn't understand: "Just because we chat with them and then burn some innocuous materials, they will start killing each other?"
"It's that simple. I just tore off their fig leaf and told them the truth." Kelsen said with a smile: "The big shots are not in the mood to play house with them. In the end, they will only choose a winner. Their suppliers. The longer someone delays, the easier it is to be abandoned. What Kongsbord needs is a 'palm print', not five 'fingers'."
Gene fell into silence. He still couldn't believe what Kelson said. The planning of this matter should not be so simple.
And Kelson did not explain many details clearly. For example, he could actually guess that Quincy really had no goods, and he wanted to use a Ponzi scheme to eat both sides.
And Antoine is actually not a fool. At least one finger supports him. In fact, he knows very well that he will win if he drags it on. But now when he was forced to the end by Kelsen, everyone knew that he would be the winner if he continued.
His new lion king has been challenged, and he must kill the challenger to consolidate his authority.
Kelsen looked at the sun setting outside the car window. Blood was coming tonight, and he wanted to be the one who finally reaped everything.
