He's in the west, he's a cowboy

Zhou Xing chuckled: "It's been so long since we last met, and I still have a lot to say. In this way, I'll let someone set up a table over there, and we can sit down and have a good chat."

This makes it clear that if you don't cooperate, I won't cooperate either. Zhou Zheng had no choice but to remain silent.

Zhou Zheng did not speak, while Zhou Xing waved happily towards the camp. Several of his men quickly carried a tea table and three or four chairs, placed the things on the roadside, and then brought boiled tea. .

Zhou Xing sat down on his own and said while making tea: "This tea is a good thing. We really couldn't drink it before. It took a lot of effort for me to ask someone to get a little bit."

Zhou Zheng was very amused by his behavior. A gangster in the United States was arty here, holding a folding fan in his hand and shaking it.

"What are you still doing? Come and sit down." Seeing Zhou Zheng still sitting on the horse, Zhou Xing urged.

Zhou Zheng dismounted and sat across from him. Looking at the strange yet familiar person in front of him, he said slowly: "What are you planning on doing? Becoming the boss yourself?"

"Isn't it possible? Am I not qualified enough?" Zhou Xing said with a smile while pouring tea. He picked up the tea cup and put it in front of Zhou Zheng: "Ever since I became the second leader of this gang, everything from top to bottom has been done. It's all me who makes the decision. To put it bluntly, Zheng Hao is a hands-off shopkeeper who only knows his Mr. Cornish. If that's the case, why can't I."

"Zheng Hao is from Cornwall, aren't you?" Zhou Zheng asked as he picked up the tea cup.

"Yes, I used to be the same way, but I don't want to be like this forever." Zhou Xing raised his glass to Zhou Zheng: "Want to hear stories from the past?"

"If you think it would be useful for us to work together."

Zhou Xing took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and said slowly: "After I went out alone ten years ago, I couldn't find any suitable profession. I worked as a salesman and an escort. That's it. After hanging around for a year or two, I got on the boat of a man named Zheng Hao."

"Were you deceived too?" Zhou Zheng asked curiously.

"No, I volunteered." Zhou Xing said calmly: "If you can't make it in your hometown, then come out and look for opportunities."

"With this mentality, I followed Zheng Hao to the United States. At that time, he had just received funding from Cornwall for a few years, and the gang was in chaos. I seized the opportunity and relied on my ability to fight and read books. It took three years to get through it." Zhou Xing recalled that time with nostalgia on his face.

"Cornwall has been supporting Zheng Hao for so long? How did they hook up?" These two people don't look like people from the same world at all.

"The thing is very simple. The mines in Cornwall need workers, but there are many Chinese workers who have fled to the United States, and they are cheap. Cornwall needs a Chinese to manage it, just like a rancher needs a stockman. Zheng Hao is cruel to others. , but he is very generous and strong internally, so the Chinese workers all admire him, and naturally he falls in Cornwall's eyes." Zhou Xing took the trouble to explain to Zhou Zheng.

"But he was illiterate and didn't know anything about management or anything like that, so Cornwall just let him work as a herdsman at the beginning. In order to please Cornwall, he started to engage in human trafficking."

"So, Zheng Hao is Cornwall's die-hard loyalist? No wonder you want to kill him."

"Yes, he has always regarded Cornwall as his reborn parent. Do you think it's funny or not?" Zhou Xing sneered, then shook his head helplessly.

"Haha, it's like a tortoise and a tortoise." Zhou Zheng said sarcastically. These two people are also a perfect match.

"What about you? What are you going to do when you get to Cornwall? Your protective umbrella is gone. Bronte's group of people are not easy to get along with. Or do you think you already have a new owner?" That Bronte guy is... A smiling tiger, he won't let go easily when he gets an opportunity.

"Of course, I will not fight an unprepared battle." Zhou Xing opened the fan with a flick of his right hand, leaned on the back of the chair and shook it leisurely.

"Haha, you are playing with fire. None of these politicians are good." What Dach said is right. None of these politicians are good.

"I have my own way." Zhou Xing didn't take it seriously and continued: "How about we brothers and sisters cooperate and kill Cornwall? It can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people."

Zhou Zheng's mouth couldn't help but twitch, "If you eliminate harm to the people, you are also a harm to yourself, okay?"

To be honest, what Zhou Xing said about Zheng Hao and his own past, Zhou Zheng said that he could only selectively believe it. Zheng Hao was dead, there was no body, and there was no way to get up and talk back.

But what needs to be done must be done, so he composed himself: "Let's work together to kill Cornwall, and then we'll never have any contact with each other until we die. You be your gang boss, and I'll be my gangster, how about that."

Although Zhou Zheng wants to kill this guy now, the overall situation is still important anyway. It feels good to kill Zhou Xing now, but what to do next?

Cornwall couldn't do anything about William before because William was a powerful member of Parliament and had a lot of votes to back him up, but what about now?

As long as Cornwall hides in his castle and uses public opinion to completely tie William to the Vanderlinde Gang, William will be beyond redemption.

Those nobles and upper-class people could tolerate William's revenge for his son. There was nothing more than a Roberts family, and this guy was also a traitor in Blackwater Town, attracting everyone to Cornwall.

But they can't accept a congressman who colludes with bandits to burn, kill and loot everywhere. This is the bottom line.

If William fell, his ranch would not be saved for a day, and then he would really have no choice but to continue wandering with Dutch and find another way out.

Zhou Xing was very satisfied with Zhou Zheng's attitude and nodded with a smile: "Okay! As expected of my junior brother, he is courageous."

Zhou Xing was just about to continue talking when suddenly the sound of horse hooves came from far away. The two looked up and saw four people and four horses running towards the camp.

It was Da Qi and others who came. He saw Zhou Zheng sitting on the roadside from a distance and rushed towards them on horseback.

Several guards not far away wanted to stop them, but how many guards could stop these people.

Arthur straightened up on his horse and pulled out his gun. With the sound of several gunshots, the guards immediately fell down.

The people in the camp behind them rushed out immediately, but two legs were not as fast as four legs. Dutch and others rushed directly to the two of them.

Dutch took the lead in dismounting and sat down on the stool next to the table. He pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at Zhou Xing. Arthur and Javier behind him pointed their guns at the guards who rushed out.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Xing's expression did not change, and he still smiled.

"It's not interesting. I just want to see if you can unload my gun again this time."