White is indeed the most intimidating person on Brick Street. He can summon more than twenty ghosts and monsters with one phone call.

This is only a small number of his followers, and as an idol, his appeal is not ordinary.

Watching White gesticulating and spitting in the yard, and accumulating anger points, the younger brothers around him kept a respectful distance.

Of course, respect is truly respectful, and idols are also true idols.

It's just that the smell of idols has become a barrier for fans, causing everyone to automatically keep their distance.

Or, in the eyes of others, this guy is just a walking piece of shit?

Of course, what White is expressing is how angry he is, and he wants to arouse everyone's common hatred.

But no matter how I listen to it, I want to laugh. After all, being showered with feces on your head is as lucky as winning the lottery.

Unlucky things are often funny.

Fortunately, White's speech did not last very long, and he started arranging everyone to squat in the corner within a few minutes.

"Although it is very likely that these guys will not show up tonight, I can't let go of any opportunity. I must return the damn shit..."

An Ran burst out laughing after hearing "Hey" upstairs. Garner behind him was the most qualified person to follow him, "Mr. An Ran, what's so funny?"

Forget it, I’m not a qualified follower.

If they were from Xiazhou, they would come up and say, "Mr. An Ran, why are you laughing?"

This is a somewhat interesting compliment.

White's voice was loud and used to express his anger.

An Ran listened to a few words about his arrangement and said, "Mr. Garner, I have to say that White's arrangement is very interesting. He is stronger in this regard."

"Oh?"

Ghana went from unqualified flattery to perfunctory flattery, using one word to express his ignorance.

"He puts everyone in the most suitable corner, and they are not easily discovered."

"If someone comes to steal, I guess they won't go through the front door!"

Garner felt ridiculous about An Ran's words, but he didn't dare to laugh, "Of course, because there is surveillance at the front entrance, and it is also the place where people are most likely to be found and beaten."

"Then they don't have many options left. This yard is surrounded by walls on three sides, so they can only climb over the walls."

"And over there..." An Ran pointed at the dark corner, "Where is one of the most suitable places."

"And there, there..."

He pointed to several dark corners in succession, which are the best angles for shooting horror movies.

These places are dark enough to swallow up the light, allowing people to sneak in without anyone noticing.

Of course, the people arranged by White will not wait there.

That way he can only catch one of them.

Judging from the tonnage of stool and the amount of stool that has been experienced with one's own hands, it is definitely not something that one person can throw in.

The bag that fell on the ground means that it took at least five to ten people to do it.

What a poop maniac.

If the first one comes in, he will be caught immediately and become a frightened bird. The guys behind him will immediately run away with their tails between their legs.

White's ambition is to catch them all in one fell swoop and let them eat everything they throw in.

So under his careful arrangement, four strong and violent black thugs were hidden inside the main entrance of the building.

This is support. As soon as these guys come in, four strong men will rush out and teach them what a real big boss is.

The remaining eighteen bald arhats are lurking behind the built scenery, behind the equipment, and behind the trash cans in the corners of the yard.

There are also people lurking by the pillars on both sides of the main entrance, just in case of escape.

It's not a sophisticated arrangement, but it blocks the other party's escape route to the greatest extent.

Garner touched his chin and nodded repeatedly. It was really surprising that his younger brother still had such talent.

I never thought that a guy who only solves problems with his fists could surprise people.

"I never knew this guy had such a talent, but this talent probably wouldn't be of much use when fighting with fists."

"Do you understand the art of war?" An Ran squinted at White downstairs.

The furious White walked to the gate and looked around, wondering where a good place to start would be.

Garner was speechless, "The Art of War? Oh my God, do you need that kind of thing for fighting? As long as your fists are hard enough and the pistol firepower is powerful enough, what else can't be done?"

"Do you often find that your brother can beat more with less?" An Ran asked.

Garner nodded without hesitation, "That's right. Who told him he had a good physique?"

Good physique? Where to start?

Any tricks pale in comparison to absolute power.

This is the unchanging truth.

But when there is not much difference in power between the two parties, it has become a limiting condition.

The side that is better at ranking and formation will become the final winner, at least it won't be too bad.

He should have died, but maybe he was only slightly injured.

The one who was originally slightly injured ran away.

White's physique can only be said to be pretty good, far from strong.

In An Ran's view, he only has a basic physique, but he is able to win every battle and become an idol.

There must be something special about him.

This kind of extraordinary ability has become his strong capital to conquer Rick.

Garner thought about it carefully, no matter how many opponents there were, White would always be the one who could fight best. If he didn't lead anyone, he could pay a small price to prevent the opponent from succeeding.

Now that I think about it, it seems that this guy has done some incredible things.

When competing for territory with others, it happens not once or twice that one person breaks out of the encirclement.

Another time, White was having a heart-to-heart with a woman in a room above a Brick Street pub.

The opponent suddenly charged in, and all twelve bullets fired missed, all falling on the woman White was blocking in front of him.

The subsequent counterattack by the storm made the opponent a real trouble.

In the battle with the Venomous Tongue Gang, White defeated many with less on several occasions, and even had the record of killing the opponent's gold medal thug, which made him famous.

At first I always thought that he only became a leader due to his rich fighting experience.

Now that An Ran said it, Garner suddenly felt that this younger brother should actually be a general subconsciously.

In every group battle, White seems to deliberately stay back-to-back with his partners, becoming a reliable helper for the opponent, thereby reducing the risk of being attacked from behind.

Now that I think about it, this is also a type of tactic.

What a pity, what a pity.

The material of a general turned into a gangster.

This world is such a hell.

Garner shook his head and sighed, feeling disappointed that I was supposed to be a "general brother, but I turned into a gangster brother."

An Ran laughed "Haha": "Don't think too much, let's watch the show tonight!"

"Tonight? Do they still dare to come?"

An Ran shook his head and looked out the window, "I don't know exactly, but some people like to take risks and catch you by surprise when you are least cautious."

Garner nodded in understanding, I'm just a gangster.
Chapter completed!