Memphis' West Town, which is filthy, chaotic, violent and bloody, is the poorest, most backward, and most discriminated against in all of Memphis because it is a gathering place for Irish people.

Compared to the Germans, British, and French who immigrated to America to create a new life, the Irish were undoubtedly miserable, and they came to this new world on dilapidated cruise ships with only one purpose: to live, to live a new world.

It is a pity that the reality is undoubtedly cruel compared to the ideal.

The Irish who immigrated to the New World had no skills, no knowledge and no wealth, and could only perform the lowest manual jobs like black slaves, and poverty and backwardness often attracted discriminatory eyes, coupled with their alcoholic and aggressive nature, they inevitably became the most unpopular group in the United States, and their social status was only slightly higher than that of black slaves.

Bang!

The broken bottles smashed to the ground, the glass shards splashed, and the wildcats on the roof screamed and fled.

Alvar Criss, the boss of the Irish Red Gang, looked at the four corpses on the ground with a gloomy face, his hideous face like that of an abyssal ghost.

The two young men at the door stood trembling, looking up from time to time, their legs trembling.

"Damn England chops." (John's father grew up in England as a child.) ）

Alva roared, picked up the bottle and slammed it on the ground.

bang

The pale red wine was sprinkled and reflected in the light with a blood-like color.

"You two bastards, get the hell out of here."

The two young men trembled, and hurriedly stepped forward and looked at the boss nervously.

"You two cowards are alive, but my four brothers are dead." Avar said expressionlessly, picking up the machete on the table and throwing it on the ground, "The Red Gang rules, there is revenge, take this knife with blood for blood, and cut off John Condon's head." ”

"Boss!"

The two of them were shocked, their faces turned white, they were almost frightened by John just now, how could they have the courage to kill him now.

"Why, I'm scared."

Avar raised his head, his wolf-like eyes made people tremble physically and mentally, the two young men swallowed and spit, their hands and feet trembled, and the slightly shorter stepped forward and said nervously,

"Boss, I... Can we... Can you put a gun. ”

"Gun!!! Two pieces of waste, you still dare to ask me for a gun. ”

Avar was furious, stepped forward, and grabbed their necks with his vice-like hands, directly lifting them in the air,

"Six people went, four died, and you two rubbish but nothing happened, and dragged four corpses around the streets,

Hehe! Good! That's nice!

The Red Gang's face has been disgraced to you. He shouted, and his fingers were so powerful that they were bloodshot on their cheeks, and their eyeballs were sticking out.

"Boss, spare your life, cough cough!"

"Spare your life! We don't dare anymore. ”

The two coughed in pain, and the hands around their necks were like steel, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break free.

"Rubbish!"

Avar threw them far away, and cried out,

"Get out! If you can't kill John Condon, I'll kill you. ”

The two were frightened, they didn't dare to stay any longer, picked up the machete on the ground, like a frightened wild dog, panicked, and directly collided with the middle-aged man waiting outside the door.

The middle-aged man frowned, looking at the two Irishmen who ran out without saying anything apologizing, frowning, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the stains on his sleeves, walked to the open door with his cane, reached out and knocked on the door, and smiled,

"Excuse me, may I come in?"

Avar raised his head and saw the well-dressed middle-aged man standing in the doorway, with lenses on the bridge of his nose and a pocket watch in his pocket, and was slightly chubby, he pursed his lips disdainfully and scolded in a low voice,

"Damn British pigs!"

"Avar Chris, can I come in?"

Another sentence came, and Avar suddenly became impatient and scolded,

"You can get in if you want, you can get out if you want, you're not a vampire, who cares if you can't get in?"

The middle-aged man raised his brows, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, he put away his cane, stepped over the threshold, looked around, and fixed on the big man in front,

He didn't choose to sit down, perhaps disdainfully, or perhaps because he didn't want the dust around him to stain his luxurious clothes, strolled forward, stopped four meters away from Avar, blocked his nose with a handkerchief, and said,

"Mr. Chris, I heard that four of the six people you sent to drive out the Condon family died, I wonder what you are going to do next?"

"This is Lao Tzu's business, what does it have to do with you?" Avar scolded unhappily,

Hehe!

The middle-aged man chuckled, and his eyes instantly turned cold,

"Mr. Chris, you took our money, according to the rules, you have to do what you have to do." After a pause, he coughed and continued,

"A deposit of six hundred dollars is not so easy to get, it can buy a dozen guns, hundreds of bullets, and a few Irish lives!"

"You ......"

Hearing this, Avar instantly changed color, anger piled up in his eyes, he gasped, he actually threatened himself, he gritted his teeth, he wanted to beat that fat face into meat with his fists, but he didn't dare, this bastard is from the Rover family, if he does this now, he can't pass tonight, everything related to the Red Gang will disappear from Memphis.

"Mr. Chris, what are you going to do next?"

It's still the same tone, the same question, but the feeling at this moment is completely different, Avar was silent for a moment, and roared in a low voice,

"I will do what I promised you, John Condon killed my man, and I will not let him go."

"You've got two days, and two days later, if I hadn't heard about John Conton's death, you know what the consequences would be."

The middle-aged man glanced at him indifferently, covered his nose and walked out, walked out of the door, and disappeared into the distant field of vision.

"Damn the crumbs!"

Avar punched the table, his eyes bloodshot and his expression extremely vicious.

……

As the news of John's return spreads, Condon Manor, which has fallen into dead silence, changes like dead wood that grows young shoots.

In the small courtyard, men and women gathered in twos and threes and talked in low voices, raising their heads from time to time and looking at the closed door with complicated eyes.

The eldest young master came back, but he didn't say a word, which made them very worried about the manor workers who chose to leave when the family was in difficulty and chose to return after seeing hope.

They wanted John to make a statement, but the other party was slow to respond.

Inside the house, John poured two glasses of red wine and handed them to the witcher brothers and sisters.

"Thank you for the day before yesterday."

"Humph!" Gretel pursed her lips and said unceremoniously, "If you want to thank you, a glass of wine is not enough." ”

"Not enough!" John smiled and sat across from them, "But that's the only wine I have left." ”

Gretel quipped, "You're miserable! ”

John shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "Most of the down-and-out young masters are like this! ”

"What are you going to do in the future?" Hansel interjected,

"Take your time!"

"And what about our commissions?" Hansel squinted his eyes and stared straight at John, "What about fifteen hundred dollars?" Not a small amount, when will you pay it back. ”

"When you have money?"

"When will you get money?"

"Ten days later!"

Hansel was stunned, remembering the terms attached to the contract, and his expression suddenly became ugly.

The corners of John's mouth turned up, and his smiling face was like a fox stealing a chicken, and he picked up his wine glass and touched it with the witcher lady, and smiled,

"Miss Gretel, if I'm not mistaken, you still owe me ten days of bodyguards."