America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 114 - 112: The Capital Cake_3

Chapter 114: Chapter 112: The Capital Cake_3

Simone sneered coldly: "Allen and I are just good friends, but you seem to think playing with men gives you a thrill of conquest, and that’s fun for you. Unfortunately, I must say, you’ve messed with the wrong person!"

"You really put on a tough front, hiding how much you actually want it. Do you think Allen would just hop into your bed uninvited? Last time, I accidentally passed by your tent and overheard some sounds that I shouldn’t have." Jennifer provocatively replied.

Simone’s face instantly flushed with irritation, and she glared at Allen Zhang fiercely, "At least he’s seen me already! I just didn’t make him take responsibility!"

"So seeing you means he has to take responsibility? That’s really laughable. When has West Coast’s morals become so conservative? I’ve already done what a girlfriend should do for him, so does that mean he should marry me now?"

The two were at each other’s throats, almost ready to start fighting.

Allen Zhang tiptoed away from the battlefield, giving Sieg and the others, who were enjoying the show, a knowing look.

The General Sect Leader admitted to himself that a tactical retreat was necessary.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Boss, as someone who’s been through this, I suggest you better settle things with these two as soon as possible, otherwise it won’t be good for the camp’s unity," Sieg suggested with a barely suppressed chuckle. We are forged from professional troops; we usually don’t laugh. Unless we can’t help it.

"Been through what? What kind of veteran do you think you are? Are you a grunt who carried a gun for a few years and never left the military base except on leave, who has had a few girlfriends? Are they your left and right hands? Or is it boyfriends?" Allen Zhang retorted, dissatisfied.

Sieg instantly felt defeated, "I’ve never dated boys!!"

"I don’t believe you."

Allen Zhang went on a rampage, summoning every last one of the Beggar Gang Disciples present to call them out by name.

In the end, everyone was seething with anger, deciding to head to Bridge Hole Camp No.9 to settle scores with the Modern Brothers.

Just then, Jason came back driving a pickup truck, swinging into a skid stop by the roadside, poking his head out the window to greet, "Hey! Guys! Guess who’s back? It’s me! Your good friend Jason! The millionaire of tomorrow from West Coast is back!"

Heh.

Nobody paid any attention to him.

Cold violence!!

Fitz, perceptive of the off-kilter mood, silently got out of the vehicle.

"You better not be too showy, otherwise you’re definitely in for a bad time."

Jason was utterly confused.

Allen Zhang walked over to criticize, "Jason, how come it took you so long with the truck? A few dozen kilometers and you take a whole day? We’ve been waiting half a year for you to deliver it."

Jason exclaimed with shock, "Really? Why didn’t anyone message me?"

"Get those damn seeds off the truck and go plant your damned plot! Need us to give you a hand?"

Allen Zhang saw several bags of seeds on the pickup, climbed aboard with glee, and swiftly moved them off.

Jason was flabbergasted, "Guys, are you all on drugs?"

"Yeah! I’m really fired up right now!"

Allen Zhang gestured for Sieg and the others to come drive, taking his place in the passenger seat, "Need to find someone to vent on!!"

"How much money?" Jason reflexively replied, "Which strip club? Can I go too?"

Fitz, sniffing the direction of conversation, came over and, grabbing Jason by the ear, started dragging him away with a threat, "If you dare go, I’ll cut you!!"

Jason yelped, clutching his ear as he was dragged off, "I won’t go, I won’t go."

Screams of agony, truly pitiful.

Sieg took the wheel, floored the gas, and the group headed straight from the camp to the neighboring Modern Brothers’ bridge hole camp.