With Uncle Qi in charge, I looked at Lei Hu's face and felt so happy! This guy came to Canada with the hat of an imperial envoy...

The key is that the four words "Inspector General" need to be quoted. Because fundamentally, we and them are no longer part of the same organization. Even if he is really an imperial envoy, he has taken the Shangfang sword and pointed at me.

At least the ministers of Country A have no reason to go to Country B to enforce the law. But Lei Hu has taken a position of old qualifications and a "senior" with a title. I can't force myself to sing a stage drama with him.

I pushed Uncle Qi out and just did whatever they had to do.

The fat man Fang Dahai also walked back and sat down, but behind Lei Hu, he quietly gave me a thumbs up, meaning that I was playing this hand beautifully.

I pushed Uncle Qi to the top of the conference table, and I moved my own chair a little apart and let Uncle Qi sit in the main seat. This shows that the big circle is now the supreme uncle.

Although the bosses from many gangs below find it strange to me, it is our family matter after all, and they don’t say anything. I coughed and said softly to Uncle Qi: “Uncle Qi, then I’ll start.”

Uncle Qi smiled, nodded, and said nothing.

He knew very well that I pushed him out just as a shield to deal with guys like Lei Hu. The real person who holds power was me. Uncle Qi was paralyzed and was in a wheelchair again, and had faded out for several years. It was impossible for me to compete with him.

"Everyone..." I smiled on my face, but the smile was very plain: "Today, most of the colleagues in Vancouver gathered here, which is a rare opportunity for us." I slowly said slowly: "There have been too many unpleasant things and too many chaos have happened some time ago. Whether it is the police or everyone here, they have suffered huge losses. It can be said that the roads in Vancouver are now in chaos!"

I said slowly. At the same time, my eyes looked at the person below, and no one interrupted me, but I looked at me blankly, not knowing what I meant.

"Currency is not a good phenomenon." I shrugged, raised my fingers, and looked at them: "I know that it is difficult to figure out who is wrong now when the dispute and riots began. Until today's location, I think the detention room in the police station is full of our people, and everyone here. These days, the police's vigorous anti-gang operations have caused huge losses to everyone's business! Whether it is manpower, money... of course, territory."

"What the hell do you want to say?"

Finally someone asked me. The one who spoke was a dark-skinned man, wearing a dark striped suit, a typical Asian and Indian.

"I want to say... peace." I smiled: "Everyone has been fighting for so many days. I think they have fought enough. Today, I hope to take this opportunity to let everyone sit here and talk about the matter clearly, and then..." I pointed to the door: "After leaving this door, I hope that from today on the streets of Vancouver, there will be no more battles."

"Fuck!" A white man stood up and stared at me and said loudly: "holy mother of god! Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to require everyone here to listen to you?"

I glanced at him and recognized him. The man was called "Bill". I remember that last time he was in the police station, he had a good relationship with Norton. I think he was a guy who had a considerable backer in the police.

The local white gangsters here have never looked down on us new immigrants. Now that I say such words, people will naturally be unhappy.

I was not angry at all. I looked at him coldly: "Mr. Bill. I can answer your first question first: I am Xiaowu in the big circle. If you don't know me yet... I think I will impress you soon!" I said this sentence slowly, it seemed calm. There was even a smile on the corner of my mouth... But thinking of my habit of doing things, Bill suddenly had a stiff expression on his face and his eyes were a little dodged.

"I can also answer you in the second question, why do you listen to me." I simply leaned back and moved the chair back. Suddenly, my feet raised up and raised high on the table. I looked at him coldly and said proudly: "Because I know that if everyone does not stop negotiations and continues to fight like this, within three days, it will attract a larger-scale anti-gang operation from the police! At the same time... it is also because I have the biggest fist now! The strongest person has the power to give orders... Are you satisfied with my answer?"

Bill looked complicated. I could see that he wanted to get angry, but he was a little afraid. His former backer should have been Norton, but now Norton has fallen, and the gang under his command is not very powerful. The biggest force of the real white gang is naturally Hell Angel, and he is just following the Hell Angel to have some leftovers.

After hesitating for a moment, the inherent pride of the white man still gained the upper hand. He snorted, looked at me, and shouted: "I came to attend Mr. Fang's funeral today. I am completely polite. Don't think I am afraid. Vancouver is always Vancouver! It's not the world of you yellow monkeys!"

After saying that, he strode forward and walked out towards the door.

I didn't stop me, and didn't even move my butt. As Bill strode out, I looked at everyone here at the same time: "Who else wants to leave? Maybe I'll say it first now."

After hesitating for a moment, a big boss from a small gang who was close to Bill on weekdays also stood up, and an Iranian also stood up.

I whistled and looked at them with a smile: "Okay, if you both want to leave, I have no objection at all."

After saying this, five or six people stood up, all of whom were big bosses, and some people looked at me and muttered: "Young man, don't be too arrogant, otherwise you will die very ugly."

Regarding this statement, I just smiled faintly: "Arrogance is because of the capital of being arrogant. Only those who are arrogant without capital will die ugly."

Seeing these people getting up and leaving their seats and walking towards the door, I sighed softly and said slowly: "Leaving this room means declaring that you will stand on a hostile stance in the big circle. Have you thought it through?"

My words made some people hesitate... After all, the name of the big circle is still here! The strength of the big circle is even more terrifying!

What does a big circle represent? The big circle in the North American underworld represents "bloody", "tough" and "cruel"!

Some people stopped, and some people were still unmoved by me and pushed the door and walked out. I sighed in my heart. It seems that I am still young after all, and people usually look down on young people. And Uncle Qi... He can only deal with Thunder Fox in strategy. But for these big men in the world... a disabled old man who has retired for a few years and is in a broken car wash shop cannot calm them down.

A few people were frightened by my last threatening words. Although they stood up, they were stunned, not leaving or retreating.

I looked at them and smiled on my face: "If you don't want to leave for the time being, why not sit down and listen to me finish it, ok?"

Given a step, these people finally came back and sat down.

I looked at the people around the table, and there were only eleven left.

Among these eleven people, except for me, Uncle Qi, Lei Hu and Fatty, there are seven people from other gangs. Among these seven gangs, two are from the Hua Gang, one is the Italian Abetoni, and four are left, one is the Arab, one is the white, and two are Indians.

"Everyone, you will be happy for the correct decision you left." I smiled, then suddenly sat up straight, stood up from the chair, and walked to the back of the table near the wall. This place was originally a curtain, and I slowly untied the rope and put down a thick roll of cloth on the ground...

This is not a curtain. It is a huge map!

"Everyone must be familiar with everyone. This is the map of Vancouver." I smiled, slowly pushed away half a step, and stood by the map.

This place is indeed a large downtown Vancouver map. However, I used different colors to paint them into pieces. More importantly, I later pasted them with different colored pieces.

"Mr. Chen Yang, what do you mean?" Abetoni was me and me, and soon spoke up to start the topic.

"Everyone saw these things on it," I pursed my lips and smiled: "This is a map of the entire Vancouver underworld forces that I specially drew! Every gentleman here can find his own territory on the map." I glanced at the Italian: "Mr. Abetoni, I remember your territory is on St. Louise Street, right? Look, it's here..." I found that block on the map, and I marked it with green color: "Look, these greens represent your power. Now it seems that the green area is still limited to the neighborhood of St. Louise."

Speaking of this, I added: "Of course, given that Vancouver has been very chaotic in recent times, many territories on the underworld have changed hands, and everyone fights and kills to compete for resources... So, the map I drew is not the current real-time map, but, a month ago, the 'pre-war' of this Vancouver riot, the sphere of influence occupied by various gangs in Vancouver. "

Everyone was a little confused, and these foreigners didn't quite understand what I mean.

"Okay, or we can just say it." I pointed to a large black-colored area on the lower left of the map: "Everyone, everyone in this area should know that there are many restaurants, nightclubs, and bars in this area. This is a very good area... But before, this place belonged to our cute brothers, Big Ruan and Xiao Ruan... Yes, this was originally a Vietnamese territory."

No one spoke, everyone just looked at the map and then looked at me again.

I kept silent and tore off the black piece of paper on the map. I took out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. At the same time, I used a lighter to burn the large piece of black paper in my hand and threw it on the ground.

He gave up a circle of eyes gently and smiled faintly: "But, I think our Mr. Ruan, who is the eldest, the youngest, no longer needs this territory. I'm right?"

...

After a while of silence, the Indians spoke, and the Indians had always had some minor frictions with the Vietnamese. The Indian gangster hesitated for a moment and said slowly in extremely stiff English: "You are right, but although the police are now attacking the Vietnamese, God knows whether Da Ruan will come back after this time. You must know. In history, the Vietnamese have also suffered major blows, but they will make a comeback not long after."

I smiled and gently raised my forehead. I said, "Oh, you are right, this is indeed worth worrying. But..."

I smiled tooth and looked at him deeply: "You are Mr. Jayd, right? Thank you for your reminder. It was my mistake, because there was an important thing, I think I forgot to tell everyone here." I smiled calmly and calmly, and slowly said: "I met and talked with my dear Mr. Da Ruan. We had a thorough negotiation... and the result of the negotiation was that Mr. Da Ruan had given up all his interests in Vancouver under my persuasion! In other words, we don't have to worry that Mr. Da Ruan and his men will make a comeback in the future."

I paused. I looked at everyone: "If you don't believe me, I can let him tell you myself." I shouted loudly: "Hammer, go and bring Mr. Da Ruan in."

Everyone was surprised when they said this! Some people couldn't help but whisper, especially the two old people from the Hua Gang. The Hua Gang was bullied the most fiercely by Vietnamese. When he heard that Da Ruan was actually here, he couldn't help but change his color! But more people were surprised that Da Ruan is wanted by the police, but how could he hide here?!

After a moment, a tall and big hammer walked in from outside. The guy was cold and dragged a tray with both hands. There was a red cloth on it and something was covered with it. He walked up to me without any expression and placed the plate on the table...

Many people have changed color! Because they have guessed from the strong smell of blood that this plate is probably not a good thing!

Sure enough, I gently lifted up the red cloth and exposed the bottom, which was a human head! Next to it was a dagger.

The human head is from Da Ruan, with drooping eyelids, blood stained on the head, hair sticks into clusters, and the incision of the neck is even more bloody!

Although these people here are all bad guys who are used to killing and setting fires, they still can't help but change their color when they see such things! Especially when they see the appearance of this head, everyone looks at me like a devil!

Of course, the Italian Abetoni was excluded.

Da Ruan has been in Vancouver for twenty years, killing people like numb, vicious, powerful and arrogant! Among the people here, probably half of them have suffered from him! Vietnamese are famous for being fierce... But today his head was brought to the table by my subordinates!

Now at least everyone understands: the famous Daruan died in my hands!

My face was as normal, and even had a smile on my face. I gently picked up the dagger next to the head, gestured in my hand, and then smiled and said, "I forgot to say that the method of persuading people is very effective! So, now everyone can rest assured, because Mr. Da Ruan has handed over everything he has to me, including his life. Then, there is no need to worry that he will come back in the future."

No one spoke! To be precise, everyone, now looking at me, was already a bit awe!

"In my opinion, there are 19 gangs that can occupy one territory and form a force. Of course, this calculation method is to exclude those gangsters who are not good at making money on the street. So, on this map, I used a total of 19 colors to mark the territory of each organization." I sighed deliberately: "But unfortunately, I only successfully invited sixteen gentlemen to attend the funeral of Eighth Master today, and three others may be because I am not very good enough to give my face."

My invitation is very clear, all those who come here are friends... If you don't come, you are not friends!

On this path, either a friend or an enemy!

I looked calm, and there was not even a trace of anger on my face. I picked three pieces of colored paper on the map and threw it on the ground. I sighed: "I think I will take time to talk to these three gentlemen in the past two days... Since they can't come here to appreciate their faces, I have to visit..." I paused. I chuckled slowly, word by word, "I can't say that I will persuade them well and give up these three territories. So... I don't think I have any masters for these three territories now."

I deliberately bit the word "persuasion" very seriously. Everyone here understood what I mean, and many people's eyes couldn't help but feel cold!

No one doubts the validity of my words!

Even the domineering Da Ruan was killed by me. What are these three guys?!

"Next, it's Mr. Dibill." I sighed again: "I originally respected my dear Mr. Dibill very much, because he was once an old friend of Mr. Norton. But just now, everyone saw that he didn't give me face. I have always wanted face. If others don't give me face, then I have to stop giving him face. More importantly, some of his inappropriate words really hurt my heart... Alas, he actually said that I was a yellow monkey... God. What I hate the most is this kind of racial discrimination! Racial discrimination is not a good habit."

I calmly took off the color representing Bill's territory from the map, and said slowly as if I was careless: "Some mistakes can be forgiven, but some mistakes must be punished."

I threw the paper on the ground casually, and I smiled at everyone and said softly: "Don't worry, everyone, I will have a good talk with Mr. Bill. If he refuses, then I have to 'persuad' him."

Someone seemed to want to speak, but looked at the dagger in my hand, swallowed and finally didn't speak.

"In this world, if there is territory, there must be someone." I spread my hands and shrugged: "Let me calculate it, yes, except for the three gentlemen who were not invited today. Add Vietnamese. With dear Land Bill, we have now vacated at least four lands. What I hate the most is the waste... If these four lands are vacant, it is not a good habit! Isn't it?"

My words made everyone's eyes look more anticipated!

"Since Mr. Da Ruan gave me all his territory, I think I have the right to deal with it, right?" I smiled, and looked around everyone's faces, and fell on the Italians: 'Dear Mr. Abetoni, I always think that the neighborhood of St. Louis is too small. I think there are several good construction companies on this Skeville Street near the neighborhood of St. Louis... I know that packaging materials is a profitable business, and I don't think you will refuse? Anyway, Mr. Da Ruan no longer needs this street, right?"

As he said that, under the surprise look of the Italians, I quickly added a touch of Italian green to the map.

"Mr. Jayd." I turned to look at the Indian: "The two blocks in District C originally belonged to the guy Locke, but since he did not attend our meeting today, I also said that I would go to talk to him... Then, I don't think you would take over part of his territory, right? Well, there are two good parking lots in this block, both of which are profitable transactions."

The Indians smiled happily and I drew a stroke on the map.

At the end of the spoils, everyone else got a big piece on the map. Then I looked at the two old men from the Hua Gang who were already impatiently waiting.

After pausing, I glanced at the two old men of the Hua Gang and looked a little polite. The two people who came to the Hua Gang today, one of whom was surnamed He and was known as Uncle He. They are the leader of the largest gang in the Hua Gang, all over the country. This is the third time I have seen him, the last time was in the police station.

The first time I saw him was when I was fighting with Sha Hu, who was known as the number one expert in the Chinese gang.

"Uncle He, Mr. Bill, the territory left by him, just borders Chinatown. I'm afraid I don't have the energy to take over that place, so..." I smiled slightly and added a blue color to the map, representing the Huabang on the map.

"Uncle He, the blue color above represents many Chinese gang forces in Chinatown. I know that there are many gangs in the Hua Gang, so I have not subdivided them one by one. Because the Hua Gang is a natural group, as for how to subdivided this new territory, I am not easy for an outsider to interfere. Uncle He, please close the door and discuss it yourself."

My words have given him enough face to the Hua Gang. The one with the highest status in the Hua Gang is Uncle He in front of him. I said I would not interfere and let them discuss it themselves, which is actually equivalent to hinting at him that I am willing to support Uncle He to gather the Hua Gangs of all sizes in the Chinatown.

Close the door to discuss? Uncle He's power is the strongest in the Hua Gang. The so-called discussion means that I promise that he can get the largest part! Why is he unhappy?

Moreover, just because Bill and I turned against each other today, I will definitely deal with that arrogant white man! The territory I captured and then gave it to the Hua Gang for free. They will not refuse such a good thing.

Everyone got satisfactory results and got a big piece on the map. Of course, the biggest winner was me.

Because the big circle will take over the territory of most Vietnamese people. Although I gave up several blocks to these people in order to win everyone's support, at the same time, with their default, I can let go of my hands to deal with the three gangs that did not participate in the invitation today, including Bill.

The Italians were indeed greedy. He had already divided a new territory, which made his territory twice as much as before! But at this moment, he was still a little dissatisfied and suddenly smiled: "Mr. Chen Yang, besides Bill, there are those who left just now...what should they do?"

Damn! This guy, do you want me to kill all those gangs? You’re too greedy!

This kind of stupid thing, not to mention that I don’t have so much power yet... Even if I have it, I wouldn’t do it! How much trouble will it cause to kill so many people and destroy so many gangs? Will it make Vancouver go in a mess again? In that case, Doug will be the first to bring a large number of police officers to trouble me!

I smiled and gently added to my lips: "Mr. Abetoni, I just said that some mistakes must be punished...but some mistakes can be forgiven. If a mistake made on impulse can be remedy afterwards, I think they can be forgiven. What do you think? The key is whether they choose to be my friends or my enemies."

I held the dagger in one hand and held it behind me. I slowly walked to the table, walked around the table to the Italian side, patted his shoulder gently, and took a deep breath.
Chapter completed!