novelslam Chapter 41: The Raven Gang
Chapter 41: The Raven Gang
Robert Hunter is a gang member who has spent years on the streets and has always benefited from the Crow Gang's reputation.
For example, they would eat without paying and occasionally take things from various stores.
When he meets a pretty girl, he can be charming with words and even make physical advances.
Although I had no money, I lived a very comfortable life.
Aside from fighting with other gangs, their daily life is quite comfortable.
In reality, the Crow Gang's controlled area is not in Chinatown, but rather in the streets outside of Chinatown, and they only occupy a portion of it.
But for shop owners, it's always better to avoid trouble; as long as it's not too excessive, they'll tolerate it.
Asians, in particular, are known for their docility and rarely pull out guns.
This is why Robert was so arrogant after he saw that the firm was run by an Asian.
As the saying goes, if you walk on the shore long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.
Robert was outmaneuvered by Li Xuan this time. When he walked out the door, he didn't even dare to look back and ran away in a sorry state.
During the journey, he was still thinking that he must take revenge.
Robert Hunter practically tumbled out of Chinatown. He ran across three intersections until he could no longer see the office when he looked back, then stopped, leaning against a telephone pole, panting heavily.
The back of my clothes was soaked with cold sweat, sticking to my skin in a cool and sticky way, while the front of my clothes was stained red from the bleeding.
He pressed his shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Fuck...fuck!"
He kicked the telephone pole, and then winced in pain.
A few pedestrians on the street turned to look at him, and he immediately glared back: "What are you looking at! You want to die?!"
Seeing this, none of them dared to provoke a bloodied gang member, and they all left.
Robert squatted down against the telephone pole, took a crumpled cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth. He tried to light it three times with his lighter.
His hands were still trembling, not just from the pain, but also from the fear.
Robert Hunter, a full-fledged member of the Raven Gang, who had been swaggering around the streets for three years, was actually forced to kowtow today by an Asian man who ran a law firm.
He was looking quite pleased with himself when he left, and didn't even dare to turn his head back.
"Damn yellow-skinned monkey!" He stubbed out his cigarette on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, and raged, "When I get back and tell the boss, you're dead meat. I'm going to smash your lousy firm to pieces with my own hands!"
After saying that, he hurriedly walked towards the territory of the Crow Gang.
The Crow Gang's hideout is in an abandoned auto repair shop three blocks east of Chinatown.
Although it's called a gang, it's really just a street gang of a dozen or so low-level thugs. They haven't even registered a proper gang name in the Los Angeles Police Department's gang database.
Their leader was Johnny Ortega, a fat Mexican man in his early forties with a raven with outstretched wings tattooed on his left arm and a nude woman tattooed on his right arm.
His business mainly consisted of collecting protection money, reselling stolen car parts, and occasionally standing up for others in fights. He spent his time bragging, drinking, and chasing girls, just getting by like that.
The Crow Gang is called the Crow Gang because they think they are as clever and cunning as crows.
But in reality, other gangs told them to scavenge because they only dared to pick up scraps in the cracks of the territories of the real big gangs like the Huaqing Gang, MS-13, and the 18th Street Gang.
When Robert returned to the repair shop, Johnny was sitting on a broken sofa watching a football game on his phone, surrounded by four or five of his underlings.
Seeing Robert's disheveled appearance, Johnny put down his phone and raised an eyebrow.
"Robert, who did this?!"
Robert knelt down with a thud and, with tears streaming down his face, recounted the whole story, embellishing it with exaggerated details.
He went to the firm with good intentions and saw a beautiful woman. He wanted to invite her to have a drink with his boss, but the Taoist priest pulled out a pistol and shot him without saying a word.
"Boss, look at this! This is where he beat me up!"
"Stop talking, Phoenix, come quickly and bandage Robert up, then take him to Prady!"
Johnny was silent for a few seconds, then touched the stubble on his chin that he hadn't shaved for three days.
He wasn't stupid; he knew Robert had a silver tongue.
But he only has about a dozen people under his command. If they are bullied and he doesn't speak up, he won't be able to lead the team.
However, the other party opened a shop in Chinatown, which is the territory of the Wah Ching Gang.
Even at its peak, the Crow Gang dared not cross that red line, so it's even less likely they would challenge the Huaqing Gang for the sake of Robert.
That's no different from courting death.
"What's that Taoist priest's name?" Johnny asked.
"Li...Li...Shuan!" Robert tried to make himself clear.
"He owns a shop in Chinatown?"
"Yes……"
Johnny raised his hand to interrupt him, then continued, "The shops in Chinatown are protected by the Hua Qing Gang. You want me to bring men in and smash them up? Do you want the brothers to avenge you, or do you want them to die with you?"
Robert opened his mouth as if to say something, but remained silent.
Phoenix was bandaging him up, which made him cry out in pain.
"but……"
Johnny changed the subject, a sinister glint in his eyes, and said, "He can't stay in Chinatown forever, can he? When you're better, bring two brothers and wait outside Chinatown."
He'll get out eventually. Once he's out of the Huaqing Gang's territory, you can teach him whatever you want.
Remember, keep your hands and feet clean, don't leave any loose ends.
Robert's eyes lit up, and he quickly replied, "Thanks, boss!"
"Don't thank me yet. You're the one who got into this mess. If you mess it up and run into the cops or the Huaqing Gang, you'll be in deep trouble. I'm not going to clean up your mess."
Johnny picked up his phone again to continue watching the game, waving them away.
Robert bowed and scraped as he left, already plotting how to break the Chinese man's nose.
Meanwhile, at Li Xuan's Supernatural Affairs Office, Li Xuan was offering incense to his ancestor.
After offering incense, I was about to go to the front desk when the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Three young Chinese men, dressed in black T-shirts and sporting buzz cuts, rushed in. The one in the lead was carrying a baseball bat and shouted as soon as he entered:
"Who the hell fired that shot?! Daring to fire a shot in Chinatown, do they have a death wish?!"
Li Xuan sized up the three people.
All three were Asian, in their early twenties, with well-defined muscles, unlike the chubby physiques of those American street guys.
The sleeves of the black T-shirt were rolled up to the shoulders, revealing a blue tattoo on the upper arm.
They are legitimate gang members, and they are Chinese gang members.
The Chinatown area is under the control of the Wah Ching Gang, and these guys are probably the Wah Ching Gang's underlings responsible for keeping watch.