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Anderson on the other end of the phone is also Messer's confidant. He still has a part-time job in the embassy in country Z. His energy and sources of information are much stronger than Hebrew's. He said sincerely: "Mr. News, but I guess that Emperor Yang Qing did the death of Taylor and the others. He and his War Soul Hall are very good at G City. Hebrew took people to school immediately after Master Parker was beaten. Emperor Yang Qing sent his teacher to inquire about the crime, and they should have gone to the wasteland next, but why the Hebrew black mambas died, while Emperor Yang Qing was safe and sound, I don’t know.”

Messer frowned when he heard Anderson say this, and suddenly realized that this matter was more complicated than he had imagined. Hey Mamba Tyler, Wolf King, and others were all present, and they could still be killed. This thing sounds weird and scary, it seems that Yang Qingdi does have some tricks

It's a pity that the mafia has never been easy to mess with, and Parker is Messer's only son. If a father can't avenge his son, what shame will he have in the future?

However, although the power of the mafia is astonishingly large in the world, it is beyond reach to the distant country Z. Mr. Messer is now at a critical moment of family strife, and it is impossible to commit suicide in country Z. After thinking about it, he still thinks a best way

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Messer is not short of anything, especially money. It is said that the combined money of the five major mafia families in M ​​country is more than the money of the four major chaebols, and the way the mafia solves problems is also different from that of Tomahawk or Shan Chicken gangs are different, they like to spend money, and there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. Those who kill and see blood, just leave it to the people who do it for them.

Messer personally drove his own Rolls-Royce to a large liquor store called 'Night Beauty' in Chinatown. The owner of this liquor store was named Dillon. He was the leader of the Chinese Gang in the early years. The two ways are still fun, accepting any kind of business, and being brutal, people in Chinatown call him "Z Dragon"

When the black Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of 'Night Beauty Wine', several bodyguards saw the familiar license plate, and immediately ran in to call for the manager. You must know that although the Rolls-Royce is a car from the M country, it can really be driven. There are also a small number of people. It's not that people in country M can't afford it, but that Rolls-Royce has to go through a strict review process from order to sale. Rolls-Royce will not accept anyone with a slightly unclean background or tainted body. Sell

But Mr. Messer is different. He is the heir of the mafia, but he can still drive a Rolls-Royce. This is what makes him so special.

The manager is also from Country Z, surnamed Fang. When he saw Maiser, he greeted him with a smile and said, "Mr. Maiser, why are you free to come to our 'Night Beauty Wine'? I must have a drink or two with you today."

Messer waved his hand politely and said, "Manager Fang, I'm not here to drink today. Is Dragon Z here? I have something to discuss with him."

"Oh boss is inside, please follow me"

Manager Fang led the way, and Messer took only two people with him into the "Night Beauty Wine". Inside, the lights were feasting, drunk singing, and countless young people with excess hormones were showing off their dance moves crazily on the dance floor. The women wore navel-baring outfits twisting their waists like water snakes, and there were a few old drug sellers on the stage watching around for the buyers. The level of chaos in country m's wine was much worse than that of country Z.

"The country Z dragon actually likes to stay in this kind of place, it really makes me speechless" Messer rubbed his temple and said, the restless DJ sound made his eardrums hurt

Manager Fang smiled noncommittally: "Our boss also likes to be quiet."

A group of people passed through the stage and went straight to the inner floor of the restaurant. At the corner of the stairs, Manager Fang pressed a button on the wall, and the wall opened suddenly, revealing an elevator-like space. Messer was not uncommon at all, followed Manager Fang walked in together

The wall was closed, the "elevator" descended slowly, and stopped after a while. When the door opened again, the scene in front of me was much grander than the one above. This is an extremely huge underground space, and the decoration is still very luxurious. There are auditoriums for more than 200 people, and the innermost part is a huge boxing arena. This should be the venue for the underground black market boxing, also known as the murderous boxing match, that the rich people in country M love to watch.

It was not evening at this time, and not many people came here to watch the boxing match. There were only two burly men fighting hard on the ring, and only a few people below cheered.

Manager Fang brought Mr. Messer to the vicinity of the platform, then walked up to a fat man in a large Tang suit at the front, whispered something, and saw the fat man smilingly saying please stay with an old man next to him, and then Just followed Manager Fang over

"Messer, my old friend, why are you free to visit my wine today?" Dillon asked with a smile

Don't look at the fat head and big ears of this guy who is known as the Dragon of Country Z, but the light from his swollen eyes makes ordinary people shudder, and his aura is quite strong. If Messer's identity is not unusual, he might not even be able to speak directly to Dillon have no guts

"To tell you the truth, Dragon Z, today I want to ask you for help with something," Messer said bluntly

"Oh? Hehe, there are not many things that can bother you, the most promising heir of the mafia. Could it be asking me to deal with your elder brothers? I'm sorry." Dillon laughed.

"Where are you thinking, I still need your help to deal with them?" Messer sneered, and said again: "Z Guolong, I want to ask you to help me deal with a person in your country this time. It’s a big deal, you can set the price, if the job is done beautifully, I’ll give you a double share.”

Dillon frowned slightly: "Messer, you know, I have been in country m for many years, and I don't want to participate in the affairs of country Z, and the current country Z is not the era I am in. There are so many people coming out, I'm afraid I won't be able to do what I want..."

"Okay, Z country dragon, you win, I will pay three times the price, as long as you can help me get rid of that kid" Messer didn't blink his eyes when he spoke

"Hehe, since you can show such great sincerity, if I still push back, I will not be enough friends. You say, whoever wants to die, I will try my best to do it." The cunning Dillon finally agreed.

"It's a kid named Yang Qingdi, a native of G City, Province S, Country Z. I heard he's the leader of a small local gang. You know Z Country Dragon. I also have a lot of killers under my command, but for that kid There is no way, even Black Mamba Taylor and Malone have been killed, so I came to you," Messer said

Dillon showed a slight look of surprise, but soon returned to normal: "Okay, I understand, I will find a strong person to make a move, and I guarantee that nothing will go wrong."

Dillon didn't ask what kind of feud Liu Boyang had with Messer, nor did he ask why a dignified mafia figure had a conflict with a boy from country Z. He took money and just did things. This is called professionalism

"Forgive me, Z Guolong, I have heard of your name a long time ago, and I don't believe in your ability, but can you tell me who you want to send to help me solve the trouble? I always want to There is a bottom line" Mafia money can't be spent in vain, no one will do anything for nothing

Ti Lung smiled, pointed to the boxing ring and said, "That's him"

Messer frowned: "Those two boxing boys?"

"It's not the old man sitting there watching boxing, one of the most terrifying masters in the world, Lao Fei who ranks seventh on the silver list"