The debate was scheduled for 8pm the next day.

Everyone in Chicago, from the underworld to the white world, rich or poor, politicians or businessmen, was watching this debate.

In an underground casino in Inglewood, someone even started a betting game for this debate. "Place your bets! Place your bets! The odds are changing in real time! Triple your bets on Ridley Booth now!"

Tramps and immigrants stuffed their wrinkled dollars into the dealer's hands and began to hope that Ribs would win and make a fortune.

Supporters of both sides also opened fire.

At three o'clock in the morning in the cold wind, Hispanic aunts wearing red hats set up hot cocoa stalls with the slogan "Make Chicago Great Again" printed on the tents.

Middle-class white people in Chicago marched in the streets with flags and banners to promote Graves' tax cuts.

Both candidates knew that this would be the final blow, and success or failure would depend on it.

Graves' campaign team had already prepared various materials and speeches for him a day in advance. They anticipated various possible attacks from Reeves and prepared various countermeasures.

There are more than a hundred pages of materials, and Graver needs to familiarize himself with them all within one day.

On the other side, Ribs called Fox and asked him to bring the pastor to the gang's lair today no matter what.

Fox brought a few of his younger brothers to a gray and white luxury apartment building.

The younger brother in the passenger seat chewed gum and muttered, "Brother, this pastor is quite rich. He can even afford an apartment in the city center."

"Stop talking nonsense! Pay attention!" Fox said, pulling his cap down. "The boss has a debate tomorrow, and we can't make any mistakes today!"

The pornographic video in the prayer room was exposed, and although it did not have much impact on Graves, the pastor suffered a lot.

He had quit his job at the church and was hiding every day, not daring to show his face for fear of being recognized.

Fox had sent people to follow him for many days before they discovered that he actually lived in this high-end apartment.

Every two days he would sneak out to buy some daily necessities and bring them home.

After a while, a Fiat car stopped in front of the apartment.

A man in a windbreaker, wrapped up tightly, got out of the car stealthily with shopping bags in his hand, and prepared to sneak into the apartment.

"Action!" Fox gave the order and immediately got out of the car with his three younger brothers and walked towards the man.

But at this moment, two big men covered in tattoos suddenly rushed out from the street, picked up the pastor in front of them, and were about to stuff him into a van nearby.

Fox immediately realized that something was wrong. There must be other people waiting for the pastor at the same time.

He immediately pulled out his pistol and rushed forward with his men, pointing the muzzle of the gun at their foreheads before they could close the van door.

"Don't move! Leave the person here if you don't want to die!" Fox shouted.

The two tattooed men were also stunned when they saw it: "Who are you?"

"Don't worry about who we are, just let us go!" Fox said. "Hurry up! I have important things to do today and I don't have time to bother with you!"

Of course, the two big men refused to let the man go. One of them threatened, "Do you know who we are? How dare you rob our people?"

"Gift Crab!" Fox laughed. "Do you know who we are? We're going to take this guy today!"

The two men twisted the pastor's arms and refused to let go. Fox became impatient and fired a shot at the roof of the car.

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The bullet flew out from the muzzle of the silenced gun and bounced back and forth several times in the car, scaring the two big men so much that they immediately hugged their heads.

Several younger brothers stepped forward and grabbed the pastor without saying a word.

It was really thrilling just now. If he had been a step slower, the pastor would have been taken away by someone else, and Fox would have been in trouble.

He waved the gun in his hand, pointed it at the two big men and said, "I don't care who you are! Get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

Before the two tattooed men left, they threatened, "You...just wait for me! We in the Rainbow Gang won't let you go!"

"Tsk! What the hell is the Rainbow Gang? I've never even heard of it!"

After the two big men left, Fox looked at the tightly wrapped man in front of him and asked, "Are you the pastor?"

The man nodded tremblingly: "Yes."

"Who were those just now? Why did they arrest you?" Fox asked.

"They're from the Rainbow Gang," the pastor said. "The leader of the Rainbow Gang is a gay. Ever since he saw the video of me and Graver, he's been saying he wants to have some fun with me..."

"Hahaha!" Fox laughed. "No wonder! It seems you've become famous because of that video!"

The pastor asked tremblingly: "Who...who are you? What do you want to do? Does your boss also want to..."

"No, no! Our boss wouldn't do that!" Fox said, "Come with us! My boss just has something to ask you!"

"Then... who are you? Are you from the church?" the pastor said in horror. "I beg you, stop threatening me. I've completely cut off contact with Graves. I don't want to be cut off from Jill!"

Ever since the video of Graves and the pastor was released, many believers have believed that he has blasphemed God and have been looking for him everywhere, saying they want to cut off his penis.

After hearing the pastor's words, Fox immediately thought of a solution.

Since someone is already threatening the pastor, he can do the opposite and save himself the trouble.

Thinking of this, Fox smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, as long as you cooperate with us, we can protect your safety! In Chicago, no one can cut off your Jill!"

The man nodded doubtfully and followed Fox into the car.

But when Fox started the car and drove only a few hundred meters, four or five black cars suddenly appeared and blocked the way.

"Fuck! I didn't expect it would be so hard to catch a pastor!" Fox cursed in dissatisfaction. "I've never encountered so much trouble in my previous fights with bikers! I want to see who dares to stop the Black Rabbit Gang's car!"

As he said this, Fox asked a few of his men to hold the pastor in the car and not let him move, while he got out of the car in a swagger.

About ten people got out of the cars that blocked the road.

They all wore black robes, and it was obvious that they were from the church.

"A good dog doesn't block the road! Do you know how to drive?" Fox shouted.

A leading priest stepped forward and said, "Your car can go! But the people in it must stay!"

"Hou Lixie, which church are you from?" Fox asked, "Do you know who I am? You dared to stop my car, do you still want to open the church?"

The priest didn't know Fox. He looked around and winked.

Suddenly, more than a dozen men present pulled out various guns from their large robes and pointed them at Fox.