Lott!
It was Lott again!
Bieber's heart was filled with hatred toward Lott.
Ever since Lott was out from prison, nothing good had happened.
Black Shadow knelt on the ground and trembled slightly. He was facing the once influential figure in the underworld, the Mad Dog Bieber of the Ian Family.
"Did you send someone to monitor the other party?"
Bieber asked impatiently.
"I've already sent someone to monitor the real estate building 24 hours a day. As soon as there's any news, they'll inform us immediately."
Black Shadow immediately replied.
"Okay, you guys keep us updated on the situation.
"This time, I'm going to take action personally."
Bieber's deep voice sounded. The empire that he had built could not be destroyed by a little punk.
"Tell Boss Ian that this time, I'm going to bring Lott's head to see him."
After saying that, Bieber turned around and left. He had already given Lott many chances. This time, he would not be lenient.
Seeing that Bieber was prepared to make a move personally, Black Shadow quickly reported all the information he knew about Lott through the headset.
This time, their mission was to cooperate with Bieber to capture Lott.
Soon, the image of Lott appearing in Chicago's real estate building in the afternoon appeared in Bieber's communication device.
Bieber could not help but let out a cold laugh.
"This kid is quite smart. He knows how to seek protection from Boss Ian's rival company.
"But you're wrong. This time, even if the emperor himself comes, he won't be able to protect you!"
Bieber ordered the people nearby to keep a close watch on the building.
As soon as there was anything, they would immediately report to Bieber.
Then, Bieber informed all his subordinates to block all the intersections.
Although he had heard of Lott's deeds, Bieber simply did not believe that such a person existed in this world.
Relying on a bit of luck, Lott wanted to wrestle with the bosses of Chicago? How naive!
However, this naivety would be paid by the price of Lott's life.
...
The day after Bieber's announcement, many people had learned about this.
Many participants in the upper class were paying attention.
They all thought that this time, Lott was doomed.
They knew the strength of Mad Dog. He was fierce, brave, and smart. He was a rare fierce general.
Now, to pull Bieber out to deal with an ordinary person who had been sent to prison, it was like killing a chicken with a cow knife.
This made many people not to think highly of Lott.
There were even people who started a bet because of this. Most people bet on Bieber. This was something that was obvious to everyone.
In a luxurious bar.
A man wearing a large golden chain with a fierce and muscular face, and tattoos on his body, was slapping the table.
"Hehe, the Ian Family is really going back to the way it was before. They can't even deal with an ordinary person."
The people around also laughed loudly.
To be able to tease the Ian Family like this in Chicago was naturally not a small character.
This man could be considered a figure in this place. He was the deputy of the King of Hell in Chicago, Adam.
Adam had more than a hundred subordinates comprised of all sorts of people.
At the same time, Adam had shares in more than a dozen bars and nightclubs in this area, not to mention other underworld industries.
If Adam wanted to deal with an ordinary person like Lott, he would not even need to do anything. His underlings would drown him.
Although Bieber of the Ian Family was very familiar with the boss of the King of Hell, his assistant had always been unhappy with him.
"I say, if it were me, I'd have sent this kid to meet God a long time ago."
Adam waved his hand and asked the waiter to send over some wine.
"Wait a minute, if Bieber comes to look for Boss, I'll volunteer myself. I'll personally bring Lott back.
"When the time comes, Bieber's expression will definitely be very interesting."
Adam drank the wine and the laughter of the people around him had already affected the other guests.
However, no one dared to say anything.
In this place, Adam was the king.
"Of course, Adam is invincible!" The underling beside him immediately flattered.
Suddenly, the phone in Adam's hand rang. When he saw that his boss was calling him, he quickly picked it up.
"Boss, what's wrong? Oh, oh, I know."
Adam hung up the phone, looking a little depressed. The surrounding underlings immediately surrounded him.
"Boss asked me to go back to meet Bieber of the Ian Family. D*mn it, whatever he says really comes back. Bad luck."
Adam threw his phone down in disgust. He called his underlings out.
There were three or four cars parked at the door.
The best one was Adam's Porsche Cayenne, which was worth more than 400,000 US dollars.
Angrily, Adam stepped on the accelerator and was the first to dash out. A series of cars whizzed past behind him.
...
In the downtown area where the King of Hell's gang was located, there were restaurants, bars, and nightclubs everywhere.
When Adam arrived, Bieber and the King of Hell's boss, Iverson, were already chatting in the nightclub.
This was the secret gathering place of the King of Hell.
Only the core cadres knew about this place.
The security level was also the highest.
There were many gang members in the hall, whom had guns, all nodded at Adam when they met.
Adam nodded at them, one by one.
Here, they were like his brothers.
Outside, Adam always felt like a drop of oil had fallen into the water. He did not fit in with those sanctimonious people.
This was also why Adam was unhappy with Bieber.
The underworld was the underworld. Even if you were cleaned up, you still belong to the underworld!
Stop pretending!
Adam followed the hall manager to where boss Iverson was.
After greeting each other, Adam casually found a seat and sat down.
Of course, Bieber could feel Adam's attitude. This time, he was here to ask for help, so he did not take it seriously.
"Boss Iverson, this time, I won't say anything else. Now that the entire circle knows that our Chicago Corporation has been screwed over by a young man, if we don't get rid of him, no one will give face to the Ian Family in the future.
"We've been good friends with the King of Hell for many years. I naturally know the rules. After the deed is done, the bar that you've always wanted will be given to you with both hands without a word."
Iverson was holding a glass of wine as he listened. No one knew what he was thinking.
"What? Are you looking down on the King of Hell? An ordinary person wants to ask our boss for help!"
The one who spoke was naturally Adam, who had just entered.
"Our Boss is busy. This matter, any one of my underlings can handle it."
Bieber frowned and placed the wine cup on the table with a "pa" sound. He said with a smile that was not a smile.
"Adam, are you looking down on our Ian Family?"
"How can that be? Bieber, you're much more arrogant than our Boss. How would I dare to provoke you?"
Adam said sarcastically.
"Alright, stop talking."
Iverson glared at Adam before turning to Bieber and said, "One bar and one person."
"Alright."
This price was within Bieber's power.
Although Adam did not express anything on the surface, he was already very displeased in his heart.
'When the time comes, I'll take your credit!'