Chapter 79 Practice Makes the Difference
Xiao Peng chased the robber for two blocks until he turned into a small alley next to him!
"Little guy! Are you running away?" Xiao Peng followed him into the alley but there was no one there.
At the end of the alley, there was a small entrance to a semi-basement. Apart from that, he had nowhere else to escape! Xiao Peng simply pushed the door open and walked in!
There is a long corridor at the entrance, and the walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with various graffiti.
Xiao Peng frowned slightly. He had seen the graffiti on the wall.
He used to be a member of the Chinese Mutual Aid Team, so he naturally knew some dark things about Marseille: the graffiti on the wall here was the logo of a gang called 'New Gypsies' in Marseille.
Marseille's public safety has always been a problem. The police's recent two-year absence of shootings has been heralded as an epic improvement, a fact worthy of praise. This gives you an idea of the situation.
It should be noted here that the lack of shootings does not mean that there have been no murders. There are many gangs here, and endless gang fights have become the norm here.
Due to its unique geographical location, Marseille is a trade center for North African drugs entering Europe. It is also an important point on the route for smuggling drugs from South America to Europe via West Africa. There are also a large number of North African immigrants here. In short, this is a hard-hit area for the entire French mafia.
Marseille's gangs used to be "old-school," embodying the well-organized "Godfather" style, often helping their neighbors solve problems and earning a good reputation. However, after the 2006 death of Marseille's top drug lord, Jorge Borama, the local gangs began to evolve. The once independent, self-contained gangs have now fragmented into countless smaller groups, each with a focus on quick profits and no territorial rules.
Theft, robbery, kidnapping, smuggling of secrets, weapons... Anyway, as long as there is money to be made, they will do anything!
If Xiao Peng had seen this sign before, he might have turned around and left, but now? He couldn't swallow this anger! He walked straight down the corridor!
At the end of the corridor was a wooden door. A fat black man weighing at least 300 pounds stood there with his arms folded and a sneer on his face, looking at Xiao Peng.
Watching Xiao Peng walk over, the fat black man lowered his arms and lifted his coat, revealing the pistol inside.
"Hmm?" Xiao Peng's heart skipped a beat.
Damn, I forgot this isn't China! It's not uncommon for people here to have guns! Especially the gangs here!
The guards at the door are all carrying guns. Who knows how many weapons the people inside have?
Xiao Peng calmed down instantly.
As the old saying goes: A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.
He's a rich man now, so why would he just rush in and fight these bastards? That would be unwise!
But if I don't express my anger about having my phone stolen, I'd be unworthy of being called 'Octopus Man!'
He rolled his eyes and raised his hand to signal the fat man to calm down.
Seeing Xiao Peng admit defeat, the fat man smiled smugly and pointed outside the door: "Go back to where you came from!"
When he did this, the gun in his arms was moved away. Xiao Peng moved instantly. The fat man only felt a flash before his eyes, and Xiao Peng's fist was already in front of him.
Although Xiao Peng was very fast, the fat man was not worried. He even laughed at Xiao Peng in his heart for overestimating his abilities!
He had plenty of combat experience. Xiao Peng was probably only half his weight, so he wouldn't even feel a punch from someone of that weight! The fat man could already picture Xiao Peng punching him in the face and being completely unscathed, his face filled with surprise! He dared to throw a punch at him? He was going to beat Xiao Peng until he couldn't even take care of himself!
Unfortunately, he overlooked an important issue: Xiao Peng is not an ordinary person!
When Xiao Peng's fist hit his face, the fat man felt like he was hit hard on the head with a hammer. Before he could react, he was knocked against the wall by Xiao Peng's fist, his eyes went black, and he fainted!
Xiao Peng took the gun out of his arms. He didn't know how to use the gun and it was useless to keep it, so he simply gritted his teeth and bent the gun in half with both hands and threw it aside.
Looking at the fat man with a bleeding head, Xiao Peng tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, dipped it in the fat man's blood and wrote on the wall: This is just the beginning!
Then he quietly retreated, hiding his achievements and fame!
Let's go get a new SIM card first! Let's take our time this time!
I don’t know how long Xiao Peng had been gone, but the fat black man who was knocked away by Xiao Peng’s punch was finally found.
"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?" a tattooed white man yelled. "With so many people in the base, how could someone sneak in and kill our people? And all of you don't even know what's going on?"
Someone next to him said, "Boss, look at the wall!"
"Fuck! Someone's challenging us!" the white man said angrily, "Who did this?"
"Boss, is he from PSG?" someone nearby frowned and guessed.
Another person said, "I suspect it's someone from District 8. We haven't resolved the dirty work we had last time."
The man called 'Boss' frowned slightly. "They must have some support to come here so brazenly. Cole, go investigate what happened today. Don't miss a thing! Akus, gather everyone. If they want to fight, then we can fight!"
"Yes!" Cole and Akus answered in unison.
Cole said, "Boss, 'Fatty' Blackrock's combat effectiveness is among the best in all of Marseille. They attacked him directly to intimidate us. Moreover, if Blackrock is injured, it will be a huge loss to our combat effectiveness! I think they will take further action, and the scale will probably be quite large! This is likely a premeditated action against us! We cannot ignore it!"
The 'Boss' pondered for a moment and said, "Send all the girls out to gather intelligence! If I find out who did this, I'll skin him alive! No! Get everyone ready. We can't just sit back and wait, we have to take the initiative!"
Kerr nodded: "Boss, what about Blackrock?"
"Are you fucking stupid? Send him to the hospital!" He said word by word while gritting his teeth!
And what about the culprit, Xiao Peng? He had no idea that a single punch of his had caused such a big incident. He was currently waiting at the telecommunications company for a new card.
In France, reporting a lost phone to the police is practically useless; such incidents are common. Xiao Peng, having been robbed several times, has plenty of experience. If he loses his phone, he can simply go to the SIM card company's website to lock his SIM card. Then, he can get a new one from the carrier, using the same number.
I swear to God, getting a new card is definitely one of the most efficient things the French do.
Why is this happening?
'Nothing special, just practice makes perfect'!
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