At the staircase leading to the second floor, there were two tall red-haired foreigners, they saw Ren Shuntian coming, a faint murderous intent flashed in their eyes, and they bowed slightly and said, "I'm sorry, our boss said that you can't bring weapons, please ......"

Before the words fell, Ren Yuan and Ling Yue stepped forward, raised their feet, and kicked them violently. Like kites with broken strings, two nearly two-meter-tall men flew back several meters and fell heavily into the aisle with a bang, shaking the house. The two struggled for a while to stand up, but in vain!

Ren turned a blind eye to it, and still walked forward indifferently, but there was already a fierce light in his eyes.

What kind of identity is he, Smith, the boss of the Tigers, dares to let people insult him like this, naturally thinking that he has enough strength to force Ren Weitian's forces out of San Francisco.

In the huge conference room, there were already seven or eight people sitting at the long round table, all of them wearing designer suits and ties, looking like gentlemen, but insiders could smell a hint of blood from their bright and noble appearance.

Behind them stood strong and fierce guys, and when these gentlemanly people saw Ren Shuntian coming, they all stood up and bowed slightly to welcome them. Only a middle-aged man with short blond hair and green eyes sitting on the chairman's seat did not get up, but just looked at Ren Shuntian with a provocative gaze, and next to him sat a young man with a pale face, but quite a British aristocratic temperament, the young man looked at Ren Shuntian and Ren Yuan and Ling Yue behind him with contempt. The middle-aged man is Smith, the boss of the LTTE, whose main business is the underworld, arms, drugs, casinos, and selling silver...... is involved in everything, and some of the business on the white road is nothing more than a disguise for his identity. But Ren Shuntian is the opposite, his main business is in the white road, and the underworld is nothing more than a means for him to protect himself. As for the pale-faced young man, he was naturally the master who injured Ren Yuan.

Those who stood up to greet Ren were the bosses of some powerful underground gangs in the San Francisco area. The reason why they can still have a place in San Francisco and not be swallowed by the Tigers is that they need to thank Ren Weitian's Green Dragon Gang. It is precisely because of the involvement of the Blue Dragon Gang in San Francisco and the policy formulated by Ren against the sky that the Tigers cannot swallow up those underground forces that are weaker.

Ren rebelled against the sky to do this, which was both a helpless and a wise choice. After all, his focus is on business, and the underground forces are nothing more than a tool for him to protect the interests of himself and the Chinese people in his own territory. Therefore, his Blue Dragon Gang will not be like other gangsters in the United States, which will get involved in all illegal businesses and absorb everyone. He took the elite route, and he took the route of steady and steady, which could not only protect his business empire on the surface, but also not involve him in too many gangster scandals. So don't look at the Blue Dragon Gang, which is one of the five major underground forces in the United States, but the number of people is not as good as the number of these San Francisco underground gang bosses.

Because the Blue Dragon Gang has limited personnel, he wants the Tigers to not be able to completely free up their hands to deal with the Blue Dragons' forces in San Francisco, so Ren secretly has a good relationship with these underground gang bosses in San Francisco, and sometimes provides them with some assistance, which is one of the reasons why the Tigers are eager to drive the Blue Dragons out of San Francisco. However, although the number of the Qinglong Gang is small, all of them are elites, especially Ren Zhitian's father and son, who are surprisingly powerful. There used to be a gang in Los Angeles that was very powerful, and their boss was clamoring to kill Ren and his son, and the next day he was found to have broken ribs on both sides of his chest and died on the street. It is said that he was protected by no less than ten bodyguards at that time, but all of those bodyguards ended up in the same fate.

Smith is a very clever leader, he knows that in order to drive the forces of the Blue Dragon Gang out of San Francisco, he must defeat Ren Yitian's father and son, only in this way can the people of the Blue Dragon Gang dare not provoke the Tiger Gang again, and these underground forces in San Francisco can be subservient. So he was always looking for a master, and not long ago he met a real master in England, and this master was the pale-faced guy named Edward. As soon as Smith got the treasure, he invited Edward to the United States, where he provided food, drink, and women every day, and he fulfilled Edward's requests. Sure enough, the day before yesterday, Edward easily defeated Ren Yuan for him, which made Smith's ambition and self-confidence skyrocket.

Today, it was supposed to be a direct face-to-face negotiation between him and Ren Shuntian, but he invited the bosses of other gangs in San Francisco, just to let these people see with their own eyes how he trampled on Ren Shuntian, who had always been on the top.

Ren Yitian nodded slightly to those people, and then sat opposite Smith, looking directly at Smith like a sword.

The Tigers are so powerful, which is roughly inseparable from Smith's cruelty and eloquence, but it has nothing to do with his skills. After sitting in the position of the boss of the Tiger Gang, Smith basically vented all his excess energy on the belly of a woman, and his own strength naturally cannot be compared with a master like Ren Yitian.

Ren rebelled against the sky, and although Edward was by his side, Smith, who had experienced many lives and deaths, still felt his heart skip a beat.

Smith cursed in his mouth, and then vaguely did not look at Ren against the sky, slowly, as if he had eaten Ren against the sky, and said, "Ren, withdraw all your people from San Francisco!"

Smack! Ren Yantian's palm slammed into the table, and the table faintly cracked and stretched all the way to Smith.

Smith's heart pounded again, and he snuck his pistol out of his pocket and glanced at Edward again. Seeing that his eyes were full of blood-red eyes, his face was calm, and his heart calmed down a little.

Oh my God, China Ren was so powerful that the table cracked open when he slapped it, and the other gang bosses in San Francisco exclaimed in surprise and relieved at the same time. If Ren rebels and goes to San Francisco, it will not do them any good.

"I said Smith, are you confused in your head, just because such a white ghost wants Lao Tzu's people to withdraw from San Francisco. Immediately let this white ghost leave an arm, and the fact that he injured my son will be wiped out, otherwise even your nightclub, Lao Tzu will wipe it out of Chinatown. Ren said coldly.

"Boom, Mr. Smith, is this gentleman who slapped the table the Chinese Ren you said? Very good, very strong, very vigorous!" Edward said contemptuously, pressing his palm on the table, the whole person jumped onto the table, hooked his finger to Ren Shuntian, and said, "I heard that you are very good at fighting, how about we fight first?"

"Ren Zhenren, this little monster has some skills, you secretly help you, you give him some color and see!"

Jin Lin's voice sounded in Ren Shuntian's ears, and he thought to himself, this cat demon has a really bright brain, and immediately thought that this was a good opportunity for me to stand up. Thinking about it in his heart, he felt that an overwhelming mountain of true yuan power was coming into his body from behind, and Ren Zhitian immediately felt that the true power in his body was surging, and he couldn't wait to vent.

"Presumptuous!" Ren Yitian immediately shouted angrily, his toes gently pushed to the ground, and the whole person shot towards Edward like an arrow, and with a twist of ten fingers, he immediately grabbed Edward's neck like an eagle's claw, and defended himself.

A hint of surprise flashed in Edward's eyes, he didn't expect this Chinese Ren to be so fast, almost the same as him.

However, Edward still didn't take Ren Yitian in his heart, the physical strength of their blood clan was beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and he didn't believe that just an old Chinese man could defeat him.

Edward's body flickered, and almost at the same time, he attacked Ren against the sky like a ghost.

A cat meow sounded in Edward's ears, almost deafening his ears, and before he could understand what was going on, he felt a strange cold energy rush from behind his back into his body.

Edward was afraid of direct sunlight, and he was also afraid of the cold, which slowed down the flow of blood in his body. This extremely strange cold energy made Edward shiver violently, and he felt that his whole body was going to be frozen. Edward was so frightened that he was about to flee quickly, but unfortunately the talons of the eagle attacked him.

Click! The steely talons of the eagle clenched Edward's throat tightly, and there was a loud sound.

Edward's true strength should be at the level of the fivefold realm of Gemenzhong, and one step further is the innate realm, which is even better than Shangguan Xuan's fourfold, and it definitely belongs to the martial arts master. It's a pity that he met the golden cat demon hiding in the dark, it was a monster who could spell, and naturally it was not something that he, a baron in the blood clan, could compete with.

Ren Shuntian is an underworld hero, he knows very well when to make a ruthless move, if he doesn't have the help of the golden cat demon this time, I'm afraid he will be stumped, this little white ghost will definitely not be able to stay. Holding Edward's hand, he secretly exhaled his true qi, and the true qi entered his body, and suddenly broke the blood veins that connected it to his heart.

"Hmph!" Ren snorted coldly and let go of his hand. With a bang, Edward collapsed on the table like a dead dog.

(To be continued)