The United States is a country where the gap between the rich and the poor is unbelievable, and because it is capitalist, everything is about money, and the poor have basically no human rights.

Nowhere is this more evident than in the cosmopolitan metropolis of New York.

Brooklyn and Manhattan are separated by only one river, but their scenery is very different.

On the other side of the river, Manhattan is a commercial area, with high-rise buildings, busy traffic, and bustling with glamorous social elites.

On this side of the river, most of them are bungalows, dilapidated and dirty, and there is not even a decent commercial center. Theft, robbery, homicide, all happen every hour.

Often, there is good law and order over there, singing and dancing, and gangs gathering here, and bullets are flying at both ends for three days.

It's an exaggeration, but it's true.

Therefore, the people of Hongmen chose to hold a meeting in this place, which really played into the hands of Zhao Junhao.

At this time, Soros and Chen Yang had already finished counting the heads, and Zhao Junhao ordered the distribution of equipment.

The three hundred men were fully armed and solemn, and an atmosphere of solemnity was quietly spreading in the air.

"I've already detailed the plan, do anyone have any questions?"

Zhao Junhao said it again in Chinese and again in English, and when he saw that no one raised objections, he snapped his fingers.

"Let's go!"

He was the first to leave Central Park, followed by a mighty crowd of three hundred people.

On the other side, on the fourth floor of the steel mill, in the large conference room.

President Hongmen and six branch presidents, including President Cao, gathered here.

The other three branch leaders were absent because they couldn't get away from their respective towns.

In addition to this, there was also a man in his thirties in the prime of life.

He is obviously not a person inside the Hongmen, but he sits in a position second only to the president of the Hongmen, which shows that the people of the Hongmen attach great importance to him.

This person's name is Chen Hansheng, he is a mixed-race child, and his other identity is the personal disciple of Yin Guhong, the first grandmaster of overseas Chinese.

It is the elder brother of Jiang Longfei, who has died under the hands of Zhao Junhao, the Hongmen double-flower red stick!

In order to deal with Zhao Junhao's war letter, Hongmen invited this great god over as insurance.

"You say, will Zhao Junhao do it tonight?"

The general president of Hongmen played with a gadget in his hand and said.

That gadget turned out to be a miniature locator that President Cao ate into his body!

One of the branch leaders smiled coldly.

"We are gathering here today, and we have barely made any cover-ups, and the person surnamed Zhao will not let go of such a good opportunity."

"Hey! If it weren't for one of his subordinates who drank too much last night and bragged to the young lady in my field, we were afraid that we would really fall for this guy's trick! ”

President Cao nodded approvingly.

"That kid is really insidious! If it weren't for the fact that he happened to hear the secret and happened to drink too much in our yard, who would have known that I had such a thing in my body, and who would have imagined that they had been in New York last night? ”

"Speaking of which, God bless me Hongmen! The kid surnamed Zhao united the big circle and the hell angels to attack us, which can be said to be an unprecedented test, but now he doesn't know that we have learned of his full plan, and if he dares to come, he will definitely die! ”

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth with hatred, eager to kill Zhao Junhao in person immediately.

Zhao Junhao destroyed the Hongmen Jiaguo Branch and made him the commander of the light pole, which made him lose a lot of face inside the Hongmen.

The head of the Hongmen groaned, his fingers tapping on the table.

"We were lucky enough to learn about each other's plans this time. But next time, it may not be that lucky. ”

"Just imagine, if we don't know anything this time, let Zhao Junhao succeed, wouldn't my Hongmen be greatly injured? The biggest threat is not the big circle or the hell angel, but this Zhao Junhao! ”

"This person is not only extremely strong, he has repeatedly frustrated my Hongmen, and the scheming city government is also quite terrifying, this time he will definitely stay here forever!"

As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced at Chen Hansheng.

Obviously, this sentence is focused on Chen Hansheng.

Because he knew that a capable person like Zhao Junhao would have to flee if his plan failed, and the people of Hongmen might not be able to stop him.

Only Chen Hansheng's strength can ensure that Zhao Junhao is killed and there will be no future troubles.

I saw a cold light in Chen Hansheng's eyes flashing away.

"Don't worry, president, as long as Zhao Junhao dares to come, I will let him die without a place to be buried!"

"I will use his head to worship at my brother's grave!"