"What! Why was Dr. Zhou arrested?"

"I heard someone framed Dr. Zhou!"

"Huh?"

"They brought something over and placed it in Dr. Zhou's clinic!"

"Bastard! Which bastard dared to do such a thing? Motherf*cker!"

"Tiger, I've found some clues."

"Oh, quickly tell me!"

Brother Pi returned to the Bloodline Gang, planning to tell Tiger everything he had 'heard.'

Upon hearing this, Tiger immediately perked up.

"It's a gang of people, just like before, they come from the south. The latest news from the brothers I sent out seems to link them to a pizza shop."

"Pizza shop?"

"Called Papa Santos."

"Huh? F*ck!"

Hearing this name, Tiger knew for sure that it was those Old Mo causing trouble!

Most of Old Mo are of Spanish descent, but isn't pizza a traditional Italian cuisine?

Now there's a pizza shop with such a Spanish name.

How would Italians feel seeing this?

At least it's no worse than putting fruit on pizza.

Clearly, this shop is probably Old Mo's base in our San Diego!

Hearing this, Tiger understood immediately and started gathering his trusted men.

To take down this pizza shop!

On one hand, it's to help investigate for Dr. Zhou, clearing his name of the unjust accusations.

On the other hand, it's also for the future of our Bloodline Gang.

Working closely with Dr. Zhou, the Bloodline Gang can grow even stronger.

Translated, it means: I, Tiger, can make more money.

So soon, the Bloodline Gang gathered a group of people.

About more than twenty people.

This is already a significant force.

In other words: the strongest lineup the Bloodline Gang has ever assembled.

In the United States, it's about everyone having a gun, which keeps things from getting chaotic.

The more people there are, the easier it is to lose control.

These thugs, when all is said and done, are just a bunch of rabble.

There's no coordination, and when there are too many people, they might end up hurting each other more.

So, they usually don't send too many people.

More than twenty, that's already very formidable.

Even larger gangs are about at this level.

So Tiger proudly led his men, driving towards Southern San Diego.

Papa Santos Pizza Shop.

On the side of a lonely road, there's this isolated shop.

It's already sunset now.

The sunlight added more to the desolation of this shop.

Tiger spotted potential problems from a distance.

The surrounding area had no bustling neighborhoods, with sparse people.

There are isolated shops in America, but usually, there's at least a gas station nearby.

Open a business to make money.

If there's no one, who are you going to make money from?

This kind of shop, most likely, isn't for making money.

Estimatedly, this pizza shop is just a transit point.

"Damn it! It must be this place!"

A total of four cars.

Two sedans, an SUV, and a van.

Fitting more than twenty people inside, that's enough.

They parked some distance away from the pizza shop.

Tiger isn't too dumb; he knows he needs to scout again, and also gather his forces.

"Who will go?"

The question is short and to the point; of course, boss Tiger can't go.

Brother Pi directly pointed at someone.

This guy is black, generally on good terms with Tiger.

Good at sucking up.

Tiger saw him, thinking that it'll have to do.

"Go check what's actually going on inside."

This person was helpless, knowing that this mission was incredibly dangerous.

But he couldn't refuse.

So, he mustered up his courage and headed for the shop.

Step by step... finally gritting his teeth.

He rushed in.

The pizza shop looked decent, resembling a bungalow.

No one on the rooftop, which at least indicated that the opposing side didn't control the high ground.

This steadied Tiger's mindset considerably.

The opposing side was foolish, not ambushing people up there.

Soon after, the guy who entered the pizza shop came out.

With a smile on his face, holding a pizza box?

"Hmm?" Tiger was somewhat baffled, "What's wrong with you?"

This black guy's smile turned into a stiff one.

Noticing this change, Tiger sensed something was amiss.

"Everyone find cover!"

Pulled out his Desert Eagle, ready to start fighting.

But Tiger was also smart, having once been part of the Limp Gang.

Vastly experienced.

So, Tiger took out his gun, but he ran back.

Looking for cover.

Actually, as boss, Tiger was already positioned towards the back.

There were four or five trusted brothers in front of him.

But now... a quick turn.

Hmm?

Just as he turned, Tiger saw the dark muzzle of a gun.

It was Brother Pi.

"You..."

Tiger was stunned.

Yet Brother Pi wasn't in any rush.

"Brothers! Do you know? This bastard Tiger made a few million US dollars in business with Zhou Mo Sen!"

"Huh?!"

"But he never planned to share it with the brothers!"

"F*ck!"

"Sh*t!"

Seeing the situation, Tiger was utterly shocked.

"You bastard..."

Tiger probably hadn't finished cursing, but unfortunately, Brother Pi pulled the trigger.

Bam!

Tiger fell to the ground immediately.

And right after...

With a loud boom, the guy who just entered the pizza shop came over.

But the pizza in his hand exploded.

Spaniards making Italian pizza, perhaps this is how it goes.

Some got affected, and naturally, they were Tiger's loyal subordinates.

Seeing Brother Pi raise the gun earlier, they knew something was off.

Where could they run to?

Only that pizza shop, unfortunately...

The pizza exploded.

In an instant, there was chaos, but they were still...

Bang bang bang!

Tat tat!!!

A barrage of gunfire broke out, interspersed with submachine gun sounds.

Under the setting sun, beside the highway.

Looking out, desolation spread before their eyes.

Gunshots, shouts, laughter... weaving into a heart-stopping scene.

...

Downtown San Diego.

As the sun set, pedestrians dwindled.

The city seemed to take on a different form.

Brother Pi and his men returned to the Bloodline Gang.

Members previously wandering nearby couldn't help but come up to ask.

"Tiger got into trouble! Don't ask me!"

"I want revenge for Tiger!"

Brother Pi spoke such words to everyone as he headed towards that house.

It was Tiger's house, an old one in the city center.

He dismissed everyone outside.

Instructed his loyal subordinates to stay highly alert.

Load the guns!

Alone in the room, Brother Pi was immensely excited.

It should be here.

It should be here...

He started searching, tapping with his hands on the floor.

Quickly finding a handle, with a simple pull...

Haha!

Green tickets wrapped in plastic film!

So many! So many!

Brother Pi was extremely excited, utterly ecstatic.

But just as he reached for these long-coveted items.

A gun was pointed at Brother Pi's head!

"Did you have Tiger killed?"

It was Mai Dangkui, and he had a shotgun...

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