Donald reported everything to Morimitsu, mentioning that there were more than fifteen small gangs that had the idea of beating restaurants before and after, ordering a meal to insult people, and some came in directly and shouted for the mutual aid association to pay protection money.

"Anyway, after a week of fermentation and semi-indulgence, the residents of the street near our restaurant were upset about what happened to us," Donald said. ”

Morimitsu raised his eyebrows, it was still the church in the dark night, and it was still the same bench.

Donald continued: "On the master's orders, we have long since bought off the homeless, idle young people in the streets and alleys, and let them spread the rumors that the neighborhood restaurants have hired thugs to attack our business. ”

"Of course, we only let them advertise it when we have solid evidence."

Morimitsu nodded.

"You're doing a great job. You have to worry about takeaways. ”

Donald frowned suspiciously.

In the past few days, everyone has been very confused about the takeaway, why do you have to be responsible for delivering food to people's doorsteps now, so why do you have to be responsible for delivering food to people's doorsteps. The most exaggerated thing is that there was once a mutual aid club member who placed an order on the map according to the APP, crossed the entire East Side, and delivered a portion of ribs to the Wayne Enterprise in the Midtown area.

The reason is that the little young master of the Wayne Group called Eaton felt that the APP was novel and ordered it.

Donald held back his thoughts for a few days, and couldn't help but say, "Master, I don't know why I want to deliver the food to the customer's doorstep, and I don't want to listen to the nonsense of those shopkeepers. But master, don't we need to increase the cost of food delivery over long distances? Sending 1 km and sending 10 km are two different concepts. ”

"You don't need to worry about this." Morimitsu said.

"Because the gangs are attacking us, we can fight back reasonably, and the restaurateurs who hook up with the gangs to harm our business are now reaping the consequences."

"Donald go ahead and do it. Eradicate all the gangs that attack our restaurants, join or destroy! ”

"Only one enemy at a time, so you only need to attack these gangs that have attacked us."

Morimitsu picked up the cross ornament in his hand and raised it above his head to observe. "Anyway, as long as you kill these dozen gangs, the remaining gangs will no longer have the strength to resist the mutual aid association, and they can only be forced to join us."

"In this way, we will be able to acquire the inheritance of the Polant family."

"That's right, Donald." Mori Mitsu thought of the Black Mask. "If the Black Mask and the Ventriloquist also attack the Polantic legacy, you don't need to choose to fight him."

"Go ahead, it's war now."

Donald felt the weight in his master's words.

In a word, it determines the life and death of nearly a hundred gangs.

This is the weight of the master's words!

The Son of Heaven was furious, and millions of corpses were ambushed.

……

The gang battlefield in Gotham City, which lasted for a month.

On the first day of Donald's return, he called Hua Dongxiong and discussed with him how to deal with the gang. The next day, sure enough, someone who didn't have long eyes came over, a young man with an inch head whose hair was dyed green with some of his hair on the door, insisting that the Chinese food in Shen's restaurant was not authentic.

Hua Dongxiong walked out of the kitchen and punched him in the head, hitting him with a long bag on his head.

Then he grabbed his ears and pulled them down.

"Say! Where's your boss? ”

The green-headed young man sighed and said, "In the ...... Inside an abandoned factory at 1234 King Road, East End. ”

The violent chef set off angrily with his gear, he has been overwhelmed these days, and there are always fools who want to insult his personality.

Half an hour later.

Hua Dongxiong took more than 100 people to the abandoned factory with more than 100 younger brothers who had practiced qi.

He opened the big iron door of the abandoned factory, and there were a large number of people dancing inside, and when he heard the movement, someone inside shouted.

"Shit, you kid is finally back. How's it going, what are the expressions of those people in the Chinese restaurant? ”

"Huh? Who you are, you ......"

Hua Dongxiong walked in with more than 100 brushes, turned around and closed the iron gate, and tied the big iron gate of the abandoned factory.

Click~

The door was chained.

Hua Dongxiong pulled out two kitchen knives in his pocket, and more than 100 members of the mutual aid association drew iron rods and other weapons. "Call me!"

The members of the mutual aid association rushed in directly, they practiced a sense of internal strength, and the force value was greater than that of ordinary people, and these small gang members were actually a group of ordinary people who ate and waited for death and had nothing to do, and they might not be as good as a white-collar worker who went in and out of the gym.

The two sides fought crushingly.

Hua Dongxiong's one-handed wind knife technique, interpreted with a kitchen knife, like a goddess scattering flowers, is dazzling. He slashed all the way, with the back of a knife, of course, just to knock people unconscious.

By the time this small gang wanted to take knives and guns, they had lost most of their combat effectiveness.

After a few more days, the Mutual Aid Society found a gang base called [Phantom], the Shadow Bar.

Donald led someone to break into the dance floor of the bar, brushed aside the excited brother and excited girl who were dancing, and went straight to a white man with a gold chain. The white man took a sip of beer and saw more than a hundred people coming with weapons and scolded Shit.

"Dude, are you here for trouble?"

It was the first time Donald had done this kind of thing, and he was a little unaccustomed.

It's just that the other party is too much, and he sent people to smash the Chinese restaurant several times.

He stretched his face. "You're looking for death."

A mockery came out of place, and a black teenager walked over on his buddy's shoulder, who seemed to have drunk too much and couldn't walk steadily. When he saw the person behind Donald, he exclaimed, "Hey, that yellow-skinned skinny monkey, did you go out today and bring your mother's warm baby?" Hahahaha...... Let me tell you, I can lift this skinny monkey with one hand, they used to rent my house, and I used to use him as a punching bag, is this kind of person also a man......"

"Ahh

The boy of the mutual aid association, whom he called Skinny Monkey, walked over and kicked him in the stomach hard and quickly, although this kick contained internal strength, but in the end the physical gap was too big, although the black man was in pain, but it was still not to the point of unbearable.

The black man angrily raised his hands above his head and pounced on the teenager.

"You low-race fellow, how dare you. How dare you! ”

The young man stepped back and three hidden weapons popped out in his hand.

An iron bodhi smashed on the black man's head, an iron lotus seed fell on his fat and thick mouth, and an iron nail fell on the root of his life.

The next moment, the black man's head was broken and bleeding + his mouth was torn + his life was hit hard.

Qingcheng nine dozen!

Nine clever secret weapon techniques!

The black man fell to the ground and let out a heart-wrenching, cold cry. "I ...... My little darling...... I ......"

The Chinese teenager stood in front of the miserable black man, condescending. "First of all, I'm no longer your punching bag."

"Secondly, everyone is equal, and then you are no longer a man, eunuch."

When things got to this point, everyone was shocked why this Chinese teenager was so powerful, the bar and the mutual aid club had already fought, and the whole bar was in chaos. By the time the dust had fallen, the bar had been almost demolished.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor, Donald said to all those who were arrested, "From now on, this place will be taken over by our mutual aid society." ”

"This bar belongs to my master, the owner of the mutual aid association, the grandmaster!"