The prerequisite for this plan is a large sum of money.

Wang Jingcheng didn't have much interest in money, but that didn't prevent him from knowing what money was for.

With money, the next thing is nothing more than to use the Internet and media to promote this martial arts conference covering the world, and then wait for martial artists, martial artists, and national martial arts masters from all over the world to sign up for it.

For specific matters, after Wang Jingcheng and other Chris transfer the assets to his name, he will find relevant professional lawyers to draw up the rules of the conference.

And now, Wang Jingcheng still has something to do......

……

At midnight, the entire city of New Orleans is lit up.

In the Murol neighborhood, in a dilapidated building with a mess, the second floor is the closest room to the communal toilet.

In a dirty and cramped environment, it was pitch black, and the lights were not turned on.

There was only a bed and a shabby sand in the room, as well as a small TV with flickering snowflakes.

With these three things in place, there was not much room left in this small room.

On the shabby sand, George sat back, holding a beer bottle in one hand, and fell asleep with his head tilted to the side.

The bottle of beer he was holding slid very slowly from his hand, slowly, until it finally fell to the ground.

"Pong!"

The beer bottle shattered, and the few beers that had not yet been drunk were splashed in all directions, but most of them just gathered into a puddle of liquid.

George woke up from the sand at the sound of a beer bottle shattering.

After subconsciously sitting up and looking around for a while, he exhaled and leaned back on the sand.

Then, he picked up the remote control at hand, and looked at the TV with a blank face, after a moment of selection, he seemed to feel bored, and as soon as the hand holding the remote control was released, the remote control slipped from his hand and fell to the inner cushion of the sand.

"Ah~~"

Stretching his waist, George supported both sides of the sand with both hands, slowly stood up, then picked up the metal crutches on Sha's left hand, slowly returned to the bed, and then fell down on his back, and the crutches also fell to the ground, making a metal sound.

And just like that, George lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes aimless.

His left foot is still as crippled as it was more than a year ago.

But compared to before, his whole consciousness is even more decadent.

Recalling that more than a year ago, when he encountered Ghost Face, he saw hope for a new rise. But alas, he didn't catch it, and in that ring match, after Ghost Face went out, he was afraid to go away quietly because he helped Ghost Face deal with Jason's two men.

Afterwards, the underground black boxing stadium in the Mellor neighborhood was destroyed by a fire! Jason, along with many other spectators, were buried in the fire.

Then the police investigated and actually claimed that Jason and a group of people who buried the fire suffered a terrorist attack! And the death toll is also much underreported.

George, who lives in the Murol neighborhood, and many others certainly don't believe it.

But in the end, the matter was still settled with such a coffin lid.

People like George, who live in the neighborhood of Mollor, don't dare to pursue the truth, because some people are either accidentally killed by a falling object or accidentally hit by a car after breaking the news about the reporters who also don't believe in the secret interview.

In the end, there was no news about what was exposed

After all this, no one in the Merlor neighborhood dared to break the news anymore.

Then, the matter slowly faded away.

On the night Jason was killed, Nando, who was said to be in charge of the Marrero neighborhood, also disappeared.

Some people link the two together, but more often than not, they are grabbing turf.

Whether it is Harrahan in Jason's hands or Marrero in Nando's hands, they are a huge piece of fat!

Gangs from other districts were involved, and in the months following Jason's death, Harahan and Marrero were seen fighting each night with gang members.

Although George knows this, he is only a disabled person, and he can only try to avoid the gangsters, and wait for the final boss to be decided when the matter is over.

Then, continue to live like mud before.

It's just that...... George didn't know why, but there was always an inexplicable feeling that "Ghost Face" didn't die in the fire like Jason.

But he also understands that even if Ghost Face didn't die, he would not be able to come back to him if he did such a thing as running away quietly.

This is the reason why George is even more decadent than before.

It is better to see hope but not grasp it, than to never see hope.

"If I hadn't quietly left ...... then"

George muttered.

"That's just one more casualty from a terrorist attack." A flat voice suddenly sounded in the room.

George on the bed was startled and quickly sat up on the bed.

Then, under the light source of the snowflake screen that kept flickering on the small TV, he saw a figure standing at the end of his bed at some point!

Looking at the illegible figure at the end of the bed, George wanted to put on a better posture to attack and defend, but now because of his perennial decadence and drinking, his body couldn't react at all.

This couldn't help but make George feel a little desolate in his heart.

He used to be the king of the black fists of Harahan......

"Smack."

Suddenly, there was a bang, and the lights in the room were turned on.

George, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly widened his eyes and looked stunned!

The person standing at the end of the bed was an Asian in terms of skin and color, although it didn't quite look like the one he remembered, and seemed to be a little taller. But the black mask on his face that only showed a pair of eyes will never be forgotten!

"George Johnson, long time no see."

Behind the black mask, a familiar voice came from George's memory.

"Ghost ...... Ghost Face?! ”

George stammered a little.

"It's me."

A faint voice came from behind the black mask again, it was Wang Jingcheng.

"You don't have ......"

George just wanted to ask, but before the word "death" could be spoken, he was interrupted by Wang Jingcheng.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Wang Jingcheng walked from the end of the bed to the shabby, old and dirty sand, and sat down without disgust, "Tell me about Harrahan and Marrero." ”

More than a year after he left, he already knew about the situation on the faces of Harahan and Marrero, who had been checking the online news for more than a year during the day.

More than 2,000 deaths can be linked to a terrorist attack, and the death toll is underreported.

Wang Jingcheng began to be a little curious about the power background of Yin Huan and the others.

If it is only in the background of China, it is absolutely impossible to affect the United States. In other words, the background behind Yin Huan and others is a very powerful force in the world!

What can be seen on the news is only the situation on the surface, but the gangsters in the two districts of Harrahan and Marrero still have to ask George.

Of course, it was not as simple as him coming to George to ask, otherwise he would have found out by directly finding a random thug in the Merlor neighborhood and beating him.

"Harrahan and Marrero's gang are now under the control of one person, and that person is Solange Tus. Gang members who weren't Harrahan or Marrero before, they came from outside, and they had a bit of a raptor crossing the river. Today, in the underground world of the entire city of New Orleans, Solange has a strong voice. ”

George explained.

But when Wang Jingcheng was speaking, his eyes kept looking around the narrow room, and he didn't listen at all.

After George finished speaking, Wang Jingcheng suddenly asked, "Is it comfortable to live in such a dilapidated house?" ”

George was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Of course it's uncomfortable!" But it's better than sleeping on the street, isn't it? ”

"How do you feel about killing Solange and being the boss of Harahan and Marrero?" Wang Jingcheng suddenly looked at George, and his mind jumped.

"Uh......"

George couldn't keep up with Wang Jingcheng's thinking for a while.

However, under the illumination of the light, George suddenly appeared, and the "ghost face" that used to be black eyes turned into burgundy eyes!

At this time, there was a faint excitement in those burgundy eyes! With this excitement, the burgundy eyes are slowly turning blood-red......

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