Chapter 111 I am the rule After arranging their affairs, the two came out of the milk tea shop and parted ways. It was around 4 ., and when Zhang Ailun was patrolling his own territory on his bicycle, he received a message from Jennifer. Jennifer: Some black men and a white lawyer came to our camp and said they wanted to talk to you. Zhang Ailun: What is their attitude? Jennifer: That's quite polite. Did you take their things? What happened? Zhang Ailun: Keep them calm first, and wait for Sig and I to return. Jennifer: No problem! Zhang Ailun immediately notified Xige and asked him to go home quickly. Sig sent him a photo. Click on the photo to enlarge it. The two people above are arm in arm. They seem to be in Officer MiG's private residence. The other party has recovered well from his injuries.
Sig: Done! Jon's case has been preliminarily investigated and the trial will begin tomorrow morning. Zhang Ailun: Ok, come back quickly, Jon’s partner is here to see us. Sig: Got it. I've asked the others to get back to the camp as soon as possible. Zhang Ailun put away his phone and rode his bike to the base camp of Qiaodong Camp. When we got back to the campsite, we saw an unfamiliar silver Chevrolet parked on the side of the road. Several black people and a middle-aged white man were sitting on portable stools, talking to their friends in the camp. They were laughing and chatting happily, just like good friends. One of them was a bald black man wearing sunglasses. His pectoral muscles looked well-developed, his arm muscles were also very strong, and he was wearing a tactical chest bag. He leaned against the car without saying a word, just looking at the blue sky and white clouds and chewing gum. He was also the first to notice Zhang Ailun, who was riding a bicycle towards the camp. Zhang Ailun became secretly alert. Jennifer turned around and saw Zhang Allen. She immediately waved and walked over. "Hey! Hamburg! You're finally back. Someone's looking for you." Zhang Allen parked the car beside the camp, looked at the black men, and asked, "They didn't make things difficult for you, did they? Are you the only one in the camp now? Where's Little Lori?" "He went to work with Simone, doing those discount coupons business. We had a great chat. Don't you believe in my ability?" Jennifer smiled confidently and said, "As long as they are men, there is no man who is not fascinated by me. Do you think my clothes are beautiful?" She blinked and lifted her hair. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt with a pink teddy bear pattern and slim-fit jeans that perfectly showed off her waist-to-hip ratio. "How was your time with those two beautiful East Ukrainian girls yesterday?" Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. Sig, how can you let the chief leader deal with this? Zhang Ailun replied calmly: "It's OK." "How does it compare to my skills?" Jennifer demanded. Zhang Ailun took a look at her pink lips and said honestly, "Not as good as you."
"I knew it!" This damn woman's desire to win. Jennifer punched him happily. Didn't you eat? Zhang Ailun rubbed his arm and wanted to say something, but he still walked towards the few people as if nothing had happened. Zhang Ailun took out his DG sunglasses and put them on, brushed his hair back, and walked with a heartless pace, "Hey! You're the ones looking for me? What's the matter, guys? I make a few hundred dollars a minute, I don't have time to talk to you, if you have something to say, just say it! If not, get out of my territory right away." "Hello, are you Mr. Juan Jin?" The middle-aged white man in a suit and tie smiled and extended his hand politely. "I am the legal advisor of Artel Refrigeration Company." "What does Artel Refrigeration Company do? Refrigeration? Or making ice cream? Sorry, I don't think I've heard of it." Zhang Ailun answered casually, pulled up a stool and sat on it, crossing his legs. Jennifer stood behind him obediently and sensibly, massaging his shoulders and back and asking about his well-being. Zhang Allen kneaded her delicate and smooth hands, and Jennifer smiled and simply sat on his lap. Several black men's eyes turned red when they saw this. "We are mainly engaged in the pork trade. We are not a big company, just a small workshop, not worth mentioning." The white lawyer laughed: "We also contract and operate some transportation businesses, and cooperate with many street gangs and manufacturers." "It's just smuggling, why bother talking about transportation business?" Zhang Ailun directly exposed their main business and waved his hand: "Don't worry, we are all gangsters. I won't report you. Outward packaging is indeed very important. In fact, we are just homeless vagrants, starving and full." "Mr. Jin, you are too modest. How could an ordinary homeless person have such a large territory? We saw quite a few of your people and street graffiti on the way here. We have also heard a little about the work done by the scavenger team. Perhaps we will have the opportunity to cooperate in depth in the future." The white lawyer said with a smile. Zhang Ailun chuckled and showed no interest in his proposal. He concentrated on touching his legs, looking like a tyrant. Seeing this, the white lawyer stopped talking nonsense and said directly: "Yesterday, an old friend of ours suddenly lost contact. After asking around, we found out that he was arrested by the police. His territory was also disbanded and swallowed up by you. Our boss also remembered that the company still had a debt to settle with him." "What does this have to do with me?" Zhang Ailun said impatiently, "If someone owes you money, you can go and ask him for it. Why are you looking for me? Do you think I swallowed your money?" The white lawyer smiled and said, "It's hard to say." Zhang Allen smiled, pushed Jennifer away, leaned down, clasped his hands together, and said in a low voice: "What do you mean? I can make hundreds of dollars in a few minutes, so why would I take your money? I wonder if you porkers can make hundreds of dollars for one delivery?" The black man next to him couldn't help but sneer at his bicycle and said, "I've never seen a boss live so poorly. He has to ride a bicycle when he goes out." Zhang Ailun looked at him calmly and said, "Forget about discussing business. I'm not interested in your business." "You can reconsider it." The white lawyer said, "Otherwise you will have to compensate us for our losses, at least three times the price!!" "Are you threatening me?" Zhang Ailun said in surprise: "Okay, you have more people, I will consider it. Please wait for me for a moment." He turned back to the RV, took out two guns, put one on his back and the other in his handbag. When he came back, he pulled out the gun and loaded the bullets in two clicks. "Hey! Nigger, what did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly, please repeat it to me!" The black hole of the wound pointed at himself, and the smile on Lao Hei's face froze instantly. "Wowo~ Please calm down! Mr. Jin!! We didn't mean it!" The white lawyer was shocked and quickly stood up to comfort him. Is this how you think about things? Lao Hei was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe. Damn, you are crazy! ! How dare you pull out your gun in the city in broad daylight? Aren't you afraid of being reported or caught by patrolling police officers? Or maybe these peasants just don't use their brains when they do things! They don't follow the rules at all, and when something goes wrong, they just want to overturn the table. Zhang Ailun said, I'm telling you the rules. You don't have a gun, I have a gun, so I am the rule.
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