America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 234 - 155: Home Delivery_3

He consoled her again, "That guy has received the punishment he deserves, don’t worry. Where did you hide the child? If he won’t take care of him, Dominic can help you with that."

"He doesn’t want that child, then I don’t want it either," scoffed Jesse with disdain.

Looking at Allen Zhang suspiciously, "What are you talking about? A teddy bear, it doesn’t need to eat or drink, why on earth would you keep it. You actually regard a teddy bear as my child?"

"... Wasn’t it you who said it was a child?" Allen Zhang’s mouth twitched.

Damn, he really couldn’t keep up with this girl’s thought processes.

"Can you put me down, please? Stop holding me, do you think embracing Jennifer’s waist doesn’t feel as good as my hands?" Jesse said again.

Allen Zhang was speechless and had to let go. You say you’re right, after all, who would reason with a madman.

"Is it settled?"

Waiting on the spot for a while, Allen Zhang turned back and saw Bailey and Richie, but not the white guy.

Bailey spread his hands, "Kind of settled. We consoled him a bit, were going to bring him back to admit his fault, but he started yelling about turning himself in and went off to find a patrol police by himself, adamantly refusing to come back and see Jesse."

"Men are indeed no good," Jesse hummed in agreement: "He chatted with me online for so long, I thought I found someone with shared interests, never expected to be deceived. I still prefer the dead more, at least they don’t lie to me."

"That’s right, they can’t even talk," Allen Zhang sighed.

Jesse felt somewhat annoyed, feeling like her good mood was ruined, waved her hand and left without looking back, continuing her work on the streets.

Allen Zhang also received a summons from Mary. Some street Black people came knocking, requesting to meet him to discuss a partnership.

Allen Zhang: Tell them I’m not interested in such things, I want them to stop bothering me.

Mary: I did, but they insisted on seeing you. They are gang members, armed with guns.

Allen Zhang: I’ll handle it.

If these old Blacks are not shown a lesson, do they really think they don’t have to fear the General Sect Leader?

"There’s business to deal with, get in the car and come with me to have a look," Allen Zhang beckoned Bailey and Richie to get in the car, and drove off to the Sunkist Bar.

When he arrived, pushing open the door and entering, he saw a few old Blacks sitting in the hall, pointing fingers and talking aloud at Mary and Guise.

"Who here wanted to meet me?" Allen Zhang walked into the bar hall, directly pulled out a submachine gun, with Bailey and Richie each armed as well behind him.

The old Blacks, who were previously in high spirits, saw the bar owner pull out a gun the moment he entered, and their faces instantly stiffened. Felt like they had bumped into a tough nut.

The leading old Black gathered his courage to stand up, "Hey! bro, what’s this all about? We just came to talk about a partnership, no intention of opposing you!"

"We are very sincere! Look at this cash, okay? If you work with us, you can definitely make big money! Everything is negotiable about the split!" Another old Black hurriedly opened a bag, inside it were rolls of green Paper Currency and also leaves and coco.

Damn! This is the first time I see people delivering goods to one’s doorstep.

Allen Zhang, looking at the bags of leaves and coke, was directly amused by anger. If I don’t report you guys to sit tight in prison, then Sieg must be your own child!

"Is this your first time on the streets? Didn’t you inquire around, how many times has someone died in this bar? How many of you dare to come and talk business with me? And to harass and intimidate my people? Do you think I, Juan Jin, am a pushover?" Allen Zhang said with a cold face.

"No! We definitely didn’t mean that! It’s true we’re a newly formed gang, but we dare to fight and have the ambition to become millionaires! Hey, Franklin, say something!" The Black person said to the silent chunky Black person beside him: "Weren’t you aspiring to be Franklin? Show some spirit!"

"Franklin? If you’re Franklin, then I am the Island Master of Perry Island!"

Allen Zhang laughed and cursed, then gestured to Richie to close the door for a dog beating session, pointing the barrel of his gun at the old Blacks, "Mary, call 911 to report! Today none of them are leaving!!" freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The Black people were stupefied!

Aren’t we buddies? What do you think you’re holding? You even start calling the cops!?