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Chapter 104: How to Be the Boss If You Don’t Use a Gun

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: How to Be the Boss If You Don’t Use a Gun

Mohawk, kneeling on the ground, couldn’t take it anymore and blurted out: "I confess, Jon is not a qualified boss at all; he often embezzles the collective funds we gather under the pretext of pooling our money! Even though there are banquets every day, the purchased supplies are all cheap and expiring food, even canned pork from unscrupulous factories!"

"He claims he’s connected with the gangs, but that’s total BS! He just knows a few Black thugs on the street who aren’t even gang members; what they deal with is just some smuggling of pork."

"The pork smuggled by the gangs is stuffed with cocoa and leaves, narcotics sold to others, while the remaining pork is sold cheaply to local poor street markets or unscrupulous factories to turn into tainted canned meat. Jon secretly uses our money to buy those batches of pork and sells them to canning factories and markets, making a profit from the difference. He himself has long been eating his fill in private! And yet we still have to keep picking up cans!!"

"Do you guys remember Eli? He used to be a professional wrestler, the best fighter among us, but he suddenly disappeared because he threatened Jon’s position, and Jon had some Black guys take care of him! Now, Eli’s body is stone cold!"

"He even keeps two Eastern Wu models, claiming to spend 2000 US Dollars a month on them, but in reality, it’s 20000 US Dollars, and he brings them here to stay overnight; usually, they live in the apartments that Jon rents!"

"He doesn’t pay for sex and is violent too!"

"He’s only 5 inches, lasts only three minutes, and likes to play poker with minors!"

Mohawk just spilled all of Jon’s dirty secrets. When he goes crazy, he bites his own boss to death, a true mad dog.

In the end, everyone also discovered an astonishing fact: Jon is really rotten to the core!

"He’s never paid taxes for everyone!!"

That alone is enough to have him shot.

Allen Zhang was so shocked that he was speechless for a while; he exchanged glances with Sieg. Do they even need to frame him for illegal possession of firearms?

Any single piece of evidence now is enough to put him behind bars for good!

Does he even think he’s refining copper? He’s simply a beast.

To think that the leaders of these scavengers are all so corrupt.

Is everybody just competing to see who’s worse?

Jon has been out of touch with the grassroots for far too long!!

If Mr. Dave Snake is invited out of retirement as the defense attorney to testify in court for Jon! Hundreds of years of prison time would undoubtedly be unavoidable!

Jon, breaking out in cold sweat and turning pale, saw that his former right-hand men had turned against him. Along with heart-wrenching pain, he also felt boundless anger.

This anger made him lose his reason!

"Fxxk you!! Mora, you bastard!! I treated you so well, and you f*cking betray me?"

"Shut up! Idiot!"

Mohawk roared back, "Is that what you call treating me well? Every time everyone gathers cans to be sold by you, the amount of money is never disclosed; you’d always cut the figure in half, claiming it’s for everyone’s good. Yet whenever someone asks when we can appeal to the court, to get back to a normal life, you always say it’s still in planning! You are just a big liar!"

Mohawk didn’t indulge him, as he had seen through him at the moment of being abandoned; this guy had always been a selfish scoundrel.

"You don’t even pay taxes on time!!"

"Not paying taxes, not paying fines, when can we ever get legal status?"

Jon, both shocked and enraged, felt a chill of fear at the public’s awakening, as if they wanted to burn him with fire.

He quickly knelt down and pleaded with Allen Zhang, "Mr. Jin! Please save me! I’m willing to become your most loyal subordinate! From now on, ninety percent of the money I earn will be yours!"

"Guy, you really think you’re the King? Everyone has their freedom; you deserve this day for making promises to others that you couldn’t keep," Allen Zhang snorted with contempt. "Now that your reputation is ruined, who would want to hang out with you?"

This guy, God knows what he used to do, what bad habits he had to indulge in, and he just had to get hooked on pie in the sky.

And now look what happened, a powder keg that explodes at the slightest touch.

When I get around to it, I’ll dismantle your organization and recruit your guys; they’ll have to become law-abiding citizens and thank me for it.

Why?

Because I’m a good guy.

As General Sect Leader, my word is my bond.

At least I didn’t freaking spend 20 thousand US Dollars to keep an Eastern Wu model, let alone a pair of sisters. Nor did I rent an apartment building. I’m so poor now, all I have is a trailer and I got that from scavenging!

How do you have so much money, you bastard? You dog, just how much did you skim from the top?

Taking 60% and still being greedy?

Indeed, you can’t make money without being ruthless.

Envious of those who have, mocking those who don’t.

Allen Zhang despises this guy for earning so much, but also laughs at the thought that he’ll soon be left with nothing.

Your stuff will be mine, and I can’t laugh at that?

"Hahaha."

Allen Zhang waved the mad dog who betrayed Jon over, "You did well. From now on, you’ll manage this bunch. As long as you follow my rules, I won’t let you down."

"Really?" Mora was overjoyed.

"Of course, for real." Allen Zhang reassured him with a chuckle, "Now you can report him to the police and get him sent to jail. As for you, my friend, you’re the real talent!"

"Sieg, give him a gun."

"Give me a gun?" Mora was buzzing, the happiness came too suddenly.

Understanding the cue, Sieg took out the unnumbered Ghost Gun, replaced the magazine with an empty one, handed it to Mohawk, and patted his shoulder with a meaningful look: "Do well! Strive to buy your own bullets in the future."

The bullets of a police officer are bullets too.

"Without a gun, how are you going to manage people? Relax. It’s like this the first time you become the boss." Allen Zhang comforted him.

Jon, however, was not convinced, "If he can betray me, he can betray you in the future!"

"Mind your own business! Get lost!" Mora exploded in a moment, turned into the loyal dog of the General Sect Leader, launched a seamless normal attack, and kicked Jon to the ground.

Caught off guard, Jon took a hit but quickly got up as if nothing happened.

Mora wanted to continue punching him, but Jon moved swiftly, sidestepping and dodging with a retreat.

Then, with a reverse punch, he struck Mora’s jawbone! With a crack, the Mohawk’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.

"Fxxk!! I used to train too! Waste! What do you think I did to become the boss from the start? Just talk? Isn’t every homeless street thug made by his fists?"

Jon roared at the dazed Mora on the ground with scornful mockery, "I can’t beat someone who practices wrestling, can’t beat someone with a gun, and I can’t beat you?"

Allen Zhang also watched in surprise, clapping for Jon’s straightforward punching style, "Not bad!"

With a cold smile, Jon retorted, "If you didn’t have a gun, you think I’d be afraid of you? If you’re a man, come out and fight me one-on-one! The winner gets to talk!"

"You’re right," Allen Zhang spread his hands out, "but I do have a gun! Not happy about it? How should I be the boss of the street Scavengers if I don’t use my gun?"

Jon’s face turned red with anger.

Mad, this guy is really shameless!!

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