Hell's Kitchen,
Today was Chen Ye's meeting day. At the entrance of Fisk Tower, various luxury cars gathered, including Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and Maybachs, all parked at the entrance.
Each gang leader was surrounded by a group of subordinates, but Chen Ye stipulated that each gang leader could only bring one person inside.
Otherwise, no matter how big the meeting room was, it wouldn't fit everyone, and it also prevented infighting within the building.
Everyone was afraid something might happen to their boss, so a group of gang subordinates waited across the street, armed.
"What day is it today? Why is it so lively? So many gang leaders have come to Fisk Tower."
An African-American woman nearby saw the spectacular scene before her.
After all, in a place like this, those who can drive luxury cars are important figures. If an ordinary person drove a luxury car, that car wouldn't belong to them by the next day.
"Isn't that right? I heard that all the gangs were summoned by Chen Ye, the owner of Good Luck Restaurant, for a meeting today."
"It seems to be about discussing the establishment of a community school in Hell's Kitchen," another well-informed Asian woman explained.
"That's a good thing! I think I saw this kid Chen Ye when he was very young. He was one of the few college students from our Hell's Kitchen."
"I never thought that after he became successful, he would still remember us people in Hell's Kitchen."
"I heard that the few streets around Good Luck Restaurant are now very safe under young Chen Ye's management. If I had money, I'd really want to move there!" The African-American woman immediately praised Chen Ye upon hearing his name.
"Who would stay in Hell's Kitchen if they had money? They'd definitely move out! What are you thinking?"
"But I guess it'll be hard to get things done. Look at all these gang leaders outside; they're all here to oppose Chen Ye's plans. It's a pity that old folks like us are useless; we can't support young Chen Ye even if we wanted to," the Asian woman said with worry.
After hearing the Asian woman's words, the African-American woman said indignantly,
"These damned gang scum should go to hell! My poor grandson, not even 15 years old, lost his miserable life in a gang shootout. A single cannonball should blow them all to kingdom come!"
The Asian woman, hearing the African-American woman's dangerous remarks, quickly covered her mouth and looked around, afraid of being overheard by gang members and silenced. She quickly pulled the African-American woman away.
Not only that, but to avoid harming the innocent, even the two roads in front of the building were directly closed. Today, only gangs invited by Chen Ye could enter with an invitation letter.
Furthermore, there were five security guards and security checkpoints at the building's entrance to ensure that no one entering carried weapons.
"What do you mean by this? You're not letting us bring guns inside? It's already a big favor that I even came. How can a gang boss not even carry a gun for self-defense?" one of the gang leaders undergoing security checks shouted.
"Exactly, what do you mean? If you don't let us carry guns, we're not going in!"
"How can we protect ourselves without guns?"
Many gangs immediately echoed, demanding the cancellation of the security check and permission to bring their weapons inside.
"Everyone, we are also thinking about your safety. If someone brings a gun and others don't, that would be very unfair."
"I swear here, in Kingpin My Lord's name, that everyone present today will walk out of this building safe and sound."
Bullseye, the head of security this time, appeased the gang leaders.
The gang leaders, after hearing this, complied obediently with the security check due to Kingpin My Lord's deterrence.
However, there's always a hothead who won't comply. One gang leader directly ignored the security personnel: "I'm not going through security. What can you do to me?"
Bullseye, seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out a pen and casually threw it.
With a whoosh,
The pen, as if it had eyes, directly pierced the hand of this hotheaded gang leader.
"Ah ah ah!!!" The gang leader cried out in pain, clutching his pierced hand.
"I can kill you, but for now, I still have to give Chen Ye face. If there's a next time, it won't be your hand that gets pierced, but your head."
Bullseye said nonchalantly, as if killing a person was as simple as killing a chicken.
The hotheaded gang leader didn't dare to speak, fearing he would lose his life the next second. He quickly fled to have his subordinates bandage his wound.
The gang leaders, seeing this scene, also obediently cooperated.
Bullseye looked at the scene before him with satisfaction and said loudly,
"Our organization dislikes fighting and killing the most. As long as everyone cooperates, I guarantee that nothing will happen. Everyone can leave the building safely after the meeting. Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the gang members varied: some were mocking, some fearful, some calm. But what was consistent was that everyone cooperated by handing over their weapons.
Bullseye has a natural throwing ability; he can throw any object in his hand at a target with incredible precision.
Some of his achievements include tearing people's throats with playing cards, spitting out teeth to pierce enemy skulls, throwing paper airplanes onto a distant rooftop, and killing a person by throwing a toothpick through a window a hundred yards away.
Just as the inspection was proceeding in an orderly manner, five disheveled homeless people suddenly stumbled towards the entrance of Fisk Tower.
The security guards at the entrance immediately noticed these five unusually behaving homeless people and became alert, drawing their guns and aiming at them.
One of the security guards shouted, "Stop! This is not where you should be."
The five homeless people continued to rush towards the building entrance as if they hadn't heard.
As they got closer, the building's security guards clearly saw the five homeless people's faces filled with fear and a hint of defiance, and then they saw exposed bomb fuses.
"Bombs! Alert! Protect the guests!"
They then began to open fire on the legs of the five homeless people.
Inside, Bullseye, hearing this, also orderly led the gang leaders further inside.
After the building's security guards shot, the five homeless people had clearly lost their ability to move, but the time bombs did not stop counting down.
The building's security guards then quickly began to move sandbags to surround the homeless people, attempting to reduce the impact of the explosion.
However, because the five homeless people were too spread out, too many sandbags were needed, so the building's security guards also began to evacuate.
"Damn it, is this your guarantee?"
"Run!"
"I knew all along, Chen Ye, that you had ill intentions! You just want to wipe us all out!"
The gang leaders inside the building immediately began to curse Chen Ye and his group.
Boom!
The time bombs exploded, but to the gang leaders' surprise, the building was completely intact, and they didn't hear any sound.
If they hadn't heard the sound of the explosion, they would have doubted whether the security guards were just joking with them.
The gang leaders looked around in confusion.
"Everyone, please calm down. It is I, Chen Ye, who has been a poor host and startled you. The bombs have been defused."
Chen Ye slowly walked into the lobby, accompanied by First Penggelei and Master Ye.
The gang leaders, after hearing this, looked at each other, seeing big question marks in each other's eyes.
They didn't know if the previous bombs were Chen Ye's joke or real bombs. If they were real bombs, why didn't they explode?
Did Chen Ye use some kind of superpower? If so, then ordinary weapons would be useless against Chen Ye.
Some gang leaders began to look at Chen Ye with wary eyes.
"Everyone can move to the meeting room. The meeting is about to begin."
Chen Ye finished speaking and walked towards the elevator on his own.
Leaving behind the gang leaders, with fearful, wary, or angry gazes, watching Chen Ye's retreating figure.