One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Eight: Cut It, Just Cut It Here!

After sending Duerson away, Sal looked at the tattoo on his chest and was very intoxicated.

He sat there for a long time, filled with joy beyond words.

At this time, one of his subordinates came in and reported with his back to him: "Godfather, everyone is here."

Thrall nodded, then turned around. The stranger's totem tattoo and the symbol of six-winged wings were particularly obvious, making the leader's eyes blazing. He lowered his head subconsciously.

Outside, inside the headquarters of the Four Gangs.

There were crowds of people, Thrall's original subordinates were at the top of the steps, and below were the leaders of each group of the other three gangs and some key members.

Also following in were some of their confidants.

I heard their bosses are dead.

These people are in a bad mood.

"Let Sal come out and give an explanation! You are so good, why is our boss dead, and why is he alive? I hope this is not a conspiracy theory."

"That's right, we need Boss Sal to come out and give an explanation, otherwise these four gangs will not be able to get involved."

A guy wearing sunglasses, a white suit, and a tattoo on his neck walked directly up the steps with his hands on his hips to confront Sal's subordinates. He didn't speak from the beginning to the end, just smoking a cigar, but were there any of the people below? I don’t know what he instigated.

He is one of the confidants of the three dead bosses and the next successor of the gang. Not only him, but also the confidants of the other two bosses are here.

The three of them reached a tacit agreement, and they all wanted to swallow up the resources in the hands of the former boss, but they were afraid that Sal would swallow them all. That's why they came here to make trouble, and they had to let Sal know that they should perform their respective duties and not be mixed up.

"Pierre, why did you bring your men in?" Sal's confidants saw that there was a group of gang members in the audience, which was a bit messy.

"Nothing has been done. Everyone is concerned about their boss. We all want to know what happened, and I can't stop them." Pierre said: "Look, aren't Sacchi and Moulton the same?"

Sacchi and Moulton are popular confidants of the other two bosses, and they are also thoughtful people like him. The three of them made it clear today that they did not want Sal to be solely responsible for the casino.

"Yes, why can't we come in? Have you done anything wrong? This is the headquarters of the Four Gangs, and we can come in too. What's wrong?"

"That's right, why do you guys from the Sal Gang stay here while we stay outside?"

The three younger brothers who were brought in agreed to follow the mood and set the rhythm.

At this time, Sal, led by his confidants, was already standing at the gate of the venue.

After all, he is one of the first generation boss survivors, and his prestige cannot be ignored by anyone.

As soon as he appeared, the scene immediately fell silent.

Sal took a step, and the bustling scene in front of him suddenly separated a path and led directly to the steps.

Sal came to the bottom of the steps and looked at the three boss's confidants standing on the steps. He raised his head and said calmly: "Why don't the boss let you be the ones?"

The expressions of the three guys changed and they immediately walked down the steps. Meetings were usually held on this step, with the four bosses sitting on it and the other core members of their respective gangs in the audience.

But today, there were originally four chairs, but only one was left.

After Sal waited for them to come down, he snorted, then walked up and sat on the only chair, crossed his legs, put his hands on the armrests, and tapped his fingers.

"Where has your discipline gone?" Sal asked the people in the audience.

The younger brothers of the three bosses took advantage of the crowd and shouted: "Our boss is gone, so what discipline do we need?"

"Really?" Sal raised his eyebrows: "Well, from now on, I will be your boss. From now on, there will be no four gangs, but only one gang!"

"Why!" blurted out the confidants of the three bosses.

"Why?" Sal's face darkened, he suddenly stood up from the chair and slowly walked down the steps.

step.

Two steps.

He looked at the three leaders with a scrutinizing gaze, and the latter swallowed subconsciously.

Suddenly, Sal took a pistol from his subordinates and fired continuously at the three leaders, all of them hitting their chests. The three men shuddered for a moment and then drew their guns to the end, their eyes widening in disbelief. Zi looked at Sal.

The younger brothers who came with them to cause trouble were so frightened that they took a few steps back.

Thrall has no choice. If he wants to rule completely, he must eradicate his dissidents. At this time, the integration of the four gangs cannot tolerate any fanning or hesitation. He must cut off the chaos quickly, otherwise he will fail to fulfill the leader's instructions.

"How many benefits have the three of them given you? As for asking you to sacrifice your lives to cause trouble?" Sal looked at the group of 70 or 80 people in the audience with contempt and snorted coldly.

The people in the audience looked at the corpses of the three leaders who died in front of them. The more they thought about it, the angrier they became. They all gritted their teeth and said angrily: "He must have killed the boss. He wanted to monopolize the entire Las Vegas. Brothers, let's let him go." Let’s defend the boss together. If it falls into his hands, will we have a share? Let’s kill him together.”

These sixty or seventy subordinates of the three bosses suddenly rushed up and crushed Thrall in a swarm.

But Thrall's dozens of younger brothers stood in front of Thrall, and the gang members who were not from Thrall's system who had witnessed the death of the three bosses also stood in front of him to prevent these troublemakers from harming Thrall. .

"You guys are cheating, are you going to protect him?" Those who made the trouble were indignant when they saw that these people were all in the same group.

"You can't touch him!" These gang members who had seen the clown and knew that Sal had become a stranger were determined not to allow these troublemakers to hurt Sal.

But they couldn't tell what exactly happened today.

"Get out of the way!" After the rioting group of gangs pulled away their own gang of traitors, they kicked away Thrall's younger brothers. After all, the three leaders were afraid that they would take action, so there were a lot of brothers called in. , there were only about thirty people protecting Thrall, but the combined number of the three gangs causing trouble reached more than seventy.

After this battle, the gang members protecting this side will definitely be defeated, and everyone will be beaten to a bloody head.

The pistol bullets in Sal's hand were also limited. Sal's confidant shouted to him: "Boss, you go first, I will stay here to deal with it."

Sal snorted unmoved.

At this time, after more than 70 troublemakers defeated the more than 30 gang members who were protecting him, more than 20 troublemakers rushed towards Sal.

At this time, when a big knife was swung at Sal, Sal suddenly opened his chest, revealing the freshly heated tattoo. He shouted: "Come on! Cut here!"

The gangster who came over with the knife was stunned for a moment, and then stopped.

Sal suddenly put his hand around the back of his head and pushed his head to his chest and shouted in a deep voice: "Cut it! Do you see it? Just chop it here!"

The other troublemakers who rushed over saw the tattoo on his chest. They all put down their hands and swallowed their saliva. They looked at the 'own people' who had also protected Sal before. Those people had no words of suffering. Said: "He is now the Six-winged Stranger. Don't try to offend the Stranger. Believe us, there are some things that would be better left unsaid. No one wants to live with nightmares every day."