District 14, a boss's office in a certain bar.
"Lord Onions, the three people I sent out are all dead. The assassination failed, that guy's strength far exceeded our expectations."
A Black man in a suit with slicked-back hair flicked the ash off a thick cigar, his feet in leather shoes crossed on the desk.
Expressionless, as if he spoke of sothing trivial.
Onions sat on the sofa beside him, holding a glass of red wine, his mouth twitching in a snarl: "You bunch of useless fools, claiming to be the top gang in District 14, worthless stuff!"
The suited Black man was none other than Bokassa, the Gang Leader of the strongest Black gang in District 14—the Nigger Gang.
Being cursed, Bokassa didn't get angry, instead grinned, showing his big white teeth. He pointed the hand with the thick cigar towards the door: "If you think we are useless, worthless, then you can leave now."
Onions' face went from pale to flushed but showed no intention of leaving.
Seeing this, Bokassa's grin widened: "Lord Onions, sa thing as before."
"As long as you agree to let rule District 14 after you ascend as Patriarch, and also restore the currently suspended economic benefits for Blacks, as well as allocate fifty billion Mijin of assistance money to ."
"I will post a 'repentance letter' on social dia, stating that under your strong persuasion, our gang decides to reform, beco useful mbers of society. And before you take position, I'll temporarily let so of my n work in factories, cooperate with your show."
"With this series of punches, your reputation will definitely recover quickly. Louis XVI's dissatisfaction with you will all vanish."
"Your 'Crown Prince' position will truly be secured."
Bokassa blew out a smoke ring, smiled: "How about it? This deal, you won't lose."
Onions remained expressionless, "Add one condition. Your Nigger Gang will work for in the future."
"No problem, it's our honor."
Bokassa made an "OK" gesture, laughing heartily.
"The fifty billion Mijin will be in your account within two days."
Onions snorted angrily, smashed the red wine glass in his hand into pieces, then left the office.
Truth be told, he really didn't want to cooperate with these Blacks.
If it weren't for these lazy, filthy Blacks, his reputation wouldn't have plumted, and he wouldn't be in his current predicant.
But there's no choice, Bokassa can indeed alleviate or even solve the problems he's facing, can help him hold onto the Crown Prince position.
The original savior, Mr. William, was also deeply upset over receiving worse treatnt than Ye Huan at El's cabin and angrily left Eck's cabin!
Thus, he bore a grudge against him, Onions!
Under these circumstances, besides choosing to ally with Bokassa, what other option does he have?
Damn it!
Onions cursed in his heart as he left the bar.
After leaving Eck's cabin, he ca to this bar to find Bokassa.
In a no-choice scenario, negotiated cooperation with Bokassa, and incidentally asked the latter to send people to gun down Ye Huan.
Unexpectedly, Bokassa sent two shotgun shooters and a sniper, yet failed to kill Ye Huan, and instead were counter-killed by Ye Huan!
Onions had long sensed Ye Huan wasn't ordinary, but Ye Huan's strength still surprised him.
However, he wasn't planning to take this lying down.
Being called a dog by Ye Huan;
Ye Huan beat his henchn dogs;
The cooperation with Crown Prince William was indirectly sabotaged by Ye Huan;
As the heir of the Louis Clan, how could he tolerate such humiliation?
Most importantly, Onions also couldn't shake off thoughts of Liu Tianyun's stunning figure!
Onions was definitely going to retaliate against Ye Huan, but he's not in a hurry, he still has to host the international appraisal conference tomorrow, and needs to deal with the cooperation with the Nigger Gang soon.
No ti!
Investigate Ye Huan's identity first, then act based on the situation!
...
"Does it hurt?"
Paris, Shangri-La Grand Hotel.
Presidential suite.
Beside a bed large enough to sleep five people.
Liu Tianyun held a cotton swab dabbed with iodine in one hand, while the other hand with tweezers reached into the bloody flesh of Ye Huan's bleeding left shoulder, trying to extract the bullet lodged inside.
She looked heartbroken.
"I said it doesn't hurt, why are you dawdling, just get the bullet out directly." Ye Huan urged with so impatience.
"Nonsense! Who can be shot and not hurt!"
Liu Tianyun felt guilty, as she watched the blood uncontrollably flow from Ye Huan's shoulder, her beautiful eyes misted with tears, "It's all my fault, if I had been a bit smarter, you wouldn't have had to shield from the bullets."
Ye Huan smiled, indifferent: "Why say all that, just hurry and get the bullet out."
"Then… bear with the pain a bit."
Liu Tianyun gritted her teeth, her hand gripping the tweezers began to exert force.
She initially wanted Ye Huan to go to the hospital, but Ye Huan kept insisting these minor wounds didn't warrant a hospital visit, could be handled himself.
Unable to convince him, she went to a roadside pharmacy to buy dical tweezers, iodine, cotton swabs, and bandages, then returned to the hotel with Ye Huan to treat his gun wounds.
After a full five minutes.
Liu Tianyun finally got the blood-stained bullet out with the tweezers.
After she applied iodine around the wound on Ye Huan's shoulder, she carefully wrapped the bandage there, then her gaze moved to the second wound.
Ye Huan spoke then: "You're too slow, I'll do it myself."
Saying this, he took the cotton swab and tweezers.
Only took three seconds, very swiftly and efficiently completed the process of extracting the bullet, disinfecting with iodine, and applying a bandage.
The entire process, his brow did not furrow at all.
As if he was handling sothing trivial.
His proficiency was heart-wrenching.
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