Chapter 243 Keeping the Appointment

The timeline returns to New York City.

N52 District, the base of the Tattoo Gang.

Five hours after the official shutdown.

Under that siege that acted as a fuse, the villains, who had already smelled the aroma of meat, appeared to be calm on the surface, but in reality, they could no longer restrain themselves. The conflicts and hatreds that had accumulated between them and other gangs were directly exposed, and thus a new round of fighting took place in areas unseen by the authorities.

They're determined to fight to the death.

In this new wave of armed conflict, every gang member and leader who is not protected by the gospel of heaven is caught in a predicament of having to fend for themselves.

Among them, the Tattoo Gang suffered the most damage... They were practically struggling to survive, and when faced with attacks from other gangs, they could only hide in a corner and cry. If they were unlucky, they might even have to kowtow and admit their mistakes.

Hanni had sought help from his allies and backers, but what was the reality? Those bastards who once boasted about their absolute power had now turned their backs on him and even sent their subordinates to demand that the Tattoo Lovers Gang cease all shady business dealings starting today.

All shut down? You son of a bitch! So many wholesale hallucinogens, pornographic videotape dealers, and illegal arms dealers just shut down like that? Are you some kind of godfather to the Gods of Heaven?

The thought of the impending losses made Hanni's face flush with rage. But did he dare disobey? If he tried to play the hero and feign resistance…

Even being ground to dust is the lowest possible outcome; the very beginning would be the complete annihilation of the entire family.

And just half an hour ago, he heard from his confidant that many small gangs in Sector N52 were preparing to gang up on him. Those idiots had stolen laser weapons that were like something out of a time machine—Hanni had even watched the surveillance footage, and those things even had built-in heat ray lock-on. Now he was really on edge.

Therefore, when he tried to ask those people for help... the result they gave him left him with no hope left.

"Boss! Something's happened!"

The communication within his field of vision rang again, and a henchman whose name he couldn't remember reported in a daze: "Several unfamiliar faces have arrived outside our medicine factory. They have laser weapons, and they look incredibly arrogant. They're probably up to no good."

Hanni almost choked on his breath again. He instinctively wanted to order his underlings to send reinforcements so that these bastards, whose eyes and excrement were misplaced, would realize their place. But he quickly remembered that he was no longer the same person he used to be, and for a moment he was speechless, not knowing what orders to give. In the end, he could only sit there blankly until the other party cut off the connection.

However, less than a minute later, the communication rang again.

"Fuck you, can you please leave me alone!" Hanni was truly on the verge of a breakdown, wondering who had ganged up on him this time, and roared, "Don't you even know how to handle this kind of thing?"

But he didn't hear the voice of his former underling in the communication. Only then did he realize that... even the number was not the same as before—or rather, the number was not a number format that ordinary people could have—there were only three numbers in the entire field of vision: 659.

A helpless sigh came from inside.

“Mr. Hanni, the gift I gave you doesn’t seem to solve the current problem.”

"It seems your luck is really bad now. You've been keeping useless men under your command, and even the gangs in your alliance are rushing to leave to avoid getting into trouble. Analyzing this situation, you probably already know you're about to die, right?"

Who exactly is this person? How did they know this information? And why are they contacting me? Are they trying to use me?

In just a few seconds, Hanni's mind raced, and at the same time, a strange palpitation rose within him, causing him to momentarily forget to respond.

They just stood there, frozen in place.

Like a mentally challenged person who got lost in a garden.

"Don't just try to guess my identity, Mr. Hanni. I have no ill intentions, nor did I come here specifically to see how pathetic you are now."

There was a pause on the phone, and he could clearly hear the sound of a cigarette being lit. Then the person continued, "Your network is quite good; you can contact most... consumables as useful as you. Of course, you're more unique than those useless people, which is why I specifically contacted you."

"Now, if you want to live, do exactly as I say. Because right now, no one but me can give you this opportunity."

"You fucking..."

Hanni has never been provoked like this before. Damn it, you're really showing off, bro.

But he held back his anger and replied, "Okay, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have already received news that the other gangs are planning to team up and take you out... Given the current situation, if you make the first move, they'll have you cornered."

The man laughed as he said this, his voice dripping with mockery and irritating: "If it's going to be a lose-lose situation no matter what, why don't you become... a real tough guy?"

"Fuck, you're absolutely insane!"

Hanni was a very elegant word. He suppressed his fear and panic, telling himself he had to calm down.

Of course he knew what that bastard meant.

He wanted to take a gamble.

But who the hell doesn't know that at this point, you have to fight? Doesn't he want to? The problem is—if he's going to rely on that bunch of drug-addicted, tattooed, womanizing, and bragging trash to fight back, he might as well just kill himself.

"You need to have a... selfless, ruthless spirit of sacrifice."

"Okay, I know this sounds stupid, but you clearly found the script online and then insisted I read it. You've seen how the Jerusalem planning team fooled those idiots, why would I do something so despicable?"

"Fine, you're awesome."

Hanni paused, then the person on the other end of the communication suddenly started talking to other people, but the content was... very strange.

The voice returned to its calm tone and continued, "I have prepared an extremely precious and exquisite gift for you. Believe me, if you miss it, you will regret it to the point of wanting to commit suicide or smash your balls..."

Immediately afterwards, he gave Hanni an address that was very familiar to him.

That was a bar I frequented—not far from my base, only a fifteen-minute walk away. The craft beer there tasted like horse piss, but the waiters were very friendly and could provide special services.

"This is your only chance to live, and I'm generously giving it away now, Mr. Hanni. Do you have the resolve to keep your appointment?"

"I'll only wait for you for twenty minutes."