The leader of the comic world

On the third floor of the Corleone family manor, a man wearing a silver suit and deep eyes is sitting on a leather chair. He is the current head of the Corleone family, Mike Corleone.

"You mean our business didn't succeed." Mike looked at Song Fang. When Song Fang found him, he promised to hand over the Franklin Street site as long as the mafia put pressure on Chen Mansion.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency. Something happened in our Chen Mansion, and things are not as easy to deal with as imagined." Song Fang said.

"We Italians don't like friends who don't keep their word." Mike said lightly, his deep eyes filled with coldness.

Song Fang did not dare to look at Mike, and glanced around, looking at the mafia armed with guns, and became more and more frightened. After thinking for a while, he said: "Your Excellency, if you help me kill someone, then our business will not only be Franklin." Street’s territory.”

"Speak clearly." Mike lit a cigar.

"Xia Chu is now in charge of Chen Mansion. As long as your Excellency helps me kill him, then Chen Mansion will be mine. I am willing to hand over 10% of Chen Mansion's profits to you every year." Song Fang said.

Mike thought for a while and said decisively: "50%."

After hearing this, Song Fang's face instantly turned pale. He deliberately called out 10% because he thought Mike would raise the price to 30% at most. Unexpectedly, the other party directly called out 50%. Isn't it clear that he was asked to work and the other party took the money?

Mike smoked a cigar, stood up and looked out the window, as if he was not prepared to discuss at all. He knew very well that the Chinese had no bargaining capital. Just when Song Fang was about to grit his teeth and agree, Mike thought of something and said, "A Chinese friend asked me to find someone in the United States, a Chinese. If you can find him, I can reduce the price to 30%."

Song Fang's eyes lit up. This was definitely good news for him: "Is there any specific information?"

"His name is Chen Xianqin. He is 28 years old and knows ancient Chinese martial arts." Mike said slowly. "According to reliable information, he fled to the United States, so it is possible that he forged documents and changed his name and age. The only remaining characteristic is He knows ancient Chinese martial arts."

"Ancient Chinese martial arts" Song Fang was stunned. Strictly speaking, the Xingyiquan he learned was just a national martial art and was not considered an ancient Chinese martial arts. His master Zhang Zili once said that in ancient Chinese martial arts, fists can break rocks and legs can break trees. There are even unofficial historical records that in the pre-Qin era, there were ancient martial arts masters who could defeat hundreds of people. The term "hundred enemies" here is not a general term. It means that one person can really fight a hundred people by himself. This is simply impossible in reality.

After leaving the mafia's manor, Song Fang went straight to the Xingyiquan gym on West Street in Chinatown. For ancient Chinese martial arts, he had to ask his master Zhang Zili again.

The next day, in the lobby of Chen's residence, Xia Chu was already seated, and Chen Ning was sitting in the second seat.

Several shopkeepers sat on both sides according to their own strength. Chen Qi sat at the end of the corner, showing Hun Tian Yijue's moves by himself, and no one cared about him.

"Song Fang, how are things going?" Xia Chu said, calling him by his first name. In everyone's eyes, he was the founder of Chen Mansion and had considerable power, so he naturally had the qualifications to be domineering.

"Good news. After some mediation on my part, the Mafia is willing not to touch our territory on Franklin Street." Song Fang said, what he has to do now is to appease Xia Chu and wait for him to relax, and the Mafia will take him. life.

Chen Ningci, who was on the side, was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly gained support and said, "Shopkeeper Song has contributed a lot this time. I decided to let you take care of the restaurant on Chen Mangguan South Street."

Song Fang was delighted and was about to agree.

Suddenly, Xia Chu glared at Chen Ningci and scolded: "Who told you to fart that Chen Mansion belongs to you? You can give me whatever you want. Chen Mansion is the country that I won. I still have to make the decision in this round."

Chen Ningci's face turned blue and white after being scolded. The grievance and resentment in his heart arose, and he looked at Xia Chu angrily: "I have the key to the hotel, and I am the owner."

Chen Qi in the corner glanced at Chen Ningci and shook his head with a sneer. The other shopkeepers did not dare to speak. They were all helpless for the so-called young owner and laughed in their hearts. If having the owner's key meant they could own the Chen Mansion, they would have snatched it away long ago. The owner's key was just a symbol. To truly have power, one needed strength, but Chen Ningci didn't have it. Regardless of Xia Chu's presence or not, the real person in charge of the Chen Mansion would not be Chen Ningci. This was why Chen Xutai insisted on giving the key to the master of the house to Chen Qi before he died, in order to give Chen Ningci a big tree to rely on.

"Snapped"

With a crash, the mahogany desk cracked. Xia Chu pressed a pistol on the desk and threatened: "Say what you just said again."

Chen Ning was hesitant, and instantly withered. The establishment of the Chen Mansion was cut with a knife. In New York, the Chinese were discriminated against. At first, the territory was fought for by force. Moreover, there were few firearms at that time, and everything was cold. Weapons were used to fight, and the battle was extremely fierce. How could a young man like Chen Ningci, who grew up in a peaceful house, understand? Under Xia Chu's gaze, he no longer dared to speak out.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Song Fang immediately said: "This is what I should do. I just want to share the worries of Chen Mansion and don't need any reward."

Xia Chu nodded with satisfaction: "Now that the mafia matter is over, it's time to settle the accounts with those black people. Let's discuss the manpower issue of this plan. I don't know which shopkeeper is willing to be the leader of the operation. "

As soon as Xia Chu said these words, everyone was speechless, and they all cursed Xia Chu secretly in their hearts. Xia Chu obviously has strong armed strength, but he lets them take the lead. Doesn't this mean he wants them to die? Over the years, Chen Gongguan has rarely been engaged in the underworld industry, let alone fighting. Those with an average height of more than 180cm and strong physiques Black people who are as good as cattle are not something they, the Chinese, who have no fighting spirit, can deal with.

You must know that black gangs, also known as street gangs, although they are poor, they are on the road to fighting from time to time. The thugs at Chen Mansion have become accustomed to it.

"Isn't Shopkeeper Song proficient in Xingyi Quan and very good at Kung Fu?"

At this time, a sudden word came from the corner, breaking the silence. After hearing this, Song Fang turned around and looked at Chen Qi bitterly.

Xia Chu happily agreed: "Shopkeeper Song didn't expect you to be a master of martial arts. I think this task belongs to you." After speaking, he glanced at the shopkeepers.

The other shopkeepers were eager for someone to take over this hot potato and immediately responded: "I've also heard that Shopkeeper Song specializes in martial arts."

"If Shopkeeper Song carries out this mission, he will succeed immediately."

"Chen Mansion will leave it to Shopkeeper Song."

"Waiting for the good news from Shopkeeper Song."

Song Fang could no longer refuse. He glared at Chen Qi resentfully, and then looked at Xia Chu: "Mr. Young Master Chen is a noble person, and I should take the lead in fighting with black people, but how can I grow without being tempered? I hope that Young Master Xia will help me."

Xia Chu did not agree immediately. He had to seek Chen Qi's opinion.

In the corner, Chen Qi shrugged and said calmly: "Of course."