America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 241 - 158: Realized Your Mistake? No, You Realized You’re About to Die!

Chapter 241: Chapter 158: Realized Your Mistake? No, You Realized You’re About to Die!

"WTF! Who the hell are you? This is my place! I’ll wear whatever I want, what do you guys want to do? I didn’t provoke you!"

The Hornet boss was so scared that he was shivering, "Do you want money, or are you after something else?"

Allen also climbed through the window and came in, scanning the interior briefly; the bags and suitcases in the living room were all packed up.

Damn! Little punk, you borrowed money from the gang without any intention to pay it back, huh? Planning to bolt to Southeast Asia’s Piglet Park and live it up as a pig farmer?

Opening the package, he saw stack after stack of cash. These green and crispy US dollars are just irresistible!

Allen went upstairs, cocked his gun twice, approached with a faux smile, and aimed the gun at him, "yo, remember me, bastard?"

"..." Hornet boss was instantly dumbfounded.

"It’s you?"

How can this be possible? Could it be that the plan leaked?

The Hornet boss doubted his life and continued to feign ignorance, "Dude, what are you doing? Home invasion is illegal! Didn’t we settle everything yesterday? Don’t go too far!"

"Home invasion? Who said we are invading homes? We are all employees of a charity organization, because of your generous donation yesterday, we’ve come specifically to catch up with you. To present you with a banner of honor!"

Allen denied outright and said to Sieg, "Where’s our banner?"

"Sorry, boss, I came in such a hurry. I think I forgot to bring it," Sieg spread his hands, playing along.

"Be more careful next time," Allen chastised perfunctorily.

Then, he pulled out several thick wads of US dollar cash from the handbag in the downstairs living room. The recycling station was mortgaged for a loan of 95,000 US dollars, but now there was only 49,000 left. Who knows where he spent it all!!

He said with a sardonic smile, "Buddy, I have to ask you, what are you doing with so much money at home? Didn’t you say that you were broke yesterday?"

The Hornet boss, looking at the money in his hands, felt a chill at the bottom of his heart. That was the money he had borrowed through underground channels at great personal cost.

Since he had no intention of paying it back, he didn’t feel the pinch when spending it, and just yesterday, he called a few high-class call girls.

He also got some high-quality stuff from old Black on the street and smoked himself high! After playing till his back was sore and his legs were weak, he only sent the girls home in the morning.

He said timidly, "Listen to me explain..."

"I’m not listening,"

Allen said.

"You’re saying home invasion is illegal, but you absconding with money and hiring hitmen isn’t illegal?" Allen viciously threw the cash in his face and cursed, "Do you really think your plan was flawless?"

Being smacked in the forehead with the money, on any ordinary day, the Hornet boss would be happy to pick it up, but now he didn’t dare do so, and couldn’t be happy about it, especially since the money was his own.

"It’s ours now." The Beggar Gang Disciples picked up the money from the ground, with beaming smiles, "Awesome! Money growing right from the ground!"

"..."

Are you guys even human!?

Watching his plans unravel, the Hornet boss also felt desperate. He never imagined that these people would be so powerful as to pre-empt their plans, with connections reaching to the skies!

Damn it, there must be a traitor inside!

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, yet he could only kneel down humbly on the ground, holding his hands high imploringly, "I was wrong! Please, spare my life! I won’t dare do it again!"

"Now you realize you’re wrong! You only know not to sleep in bed when you wet it."

Allen stepped forward and slapped him twice, smacking him so hard his face swelled and he was dazed, reprimanding, "You’re not sorry, you’re just realizing you’re about to die! Think about how you’re going to spend the latter half of your life in prison!"

"You can’t do this! If you send me to prison, I will definitely accuse you of violent crime and extortion from inside!" The Hornet boss rebutted immediately in anger.

"What evidence do you have that I extorted you? The donations to charity weren’t forced by me, clear black and white, your signature at the scene has legal effect! If you don’t want to go to prison, then you want to die, right?"

Allen’s smile turned sinister.

To the others he said, "Sieg, since this customer disagrees with our proposal, let’s just fulfill his wish and get rid of him in the suburbs. Also inform those underground loan companies that lent him money, tell them this guy never intended to repay his debts, even booked a plane ticket to run away, and he’s spent all his money too, let’s see what they’ll do to our guest? Break his hands and feet? Or rip out his heart and lungs?"

Hearing this, the Hornet boss instantly felt a chill down his spine. Those loan shark gangs are not to be messed with!

If he were taken to the suburbs by them, he would definitely die a terrible death! Being abused in the backdoor was a minor thing, being put in a dog cage to fight dogs would also surely be a miserable end!

"I originally wanted to communicate with you in a legal and civilized way, but it’s led to estrangement, since you disagree, then never mind, be more careful in your next life!" Allen waved dismissively.

Several individuals immediately pretended to grab him, and the Hornet boss was so scared his legs went weak, he quickly cried out, "I was wrong! Don’t kill me! I’m willing to turn myself in!"

"What did you commit?"

Sieg took out his phone to take photos and record videos.

"I attempted to hire a killer."

"How much money did you pay to hire the killer, did you keep a receipt? Where are those criminals?"