Chapter 344: King of Metropolis (2)

Luke likes to chat with Barry Allen very much. When he sees him, he will think of himself who had just entered college in his previous life. Luke was a real boy at that time. His heart was full of ideals, love, life, future, and many other beautiful things, but he couldn't And things.
now? Everything is gone with the wind.
"Boss, I don't think you are seventeen years old at all."
Oh!
Luke became interested, "Then how old do you think I am?"
Barry held up four fingers. "Forty? More!"
"So old!"
Luke laughed, "Unfortunately, I haven't passed my eighteenth birthday. According to the law, I am a minor."
puff!
Barry sprayed directly, "Boss, you're kidding!"
You've slept with Lamoduoduo girls, so you are ashamed to say that you are a minor?
Luke shrugged, "Am I wrong? Isn't the law written like that." He said, picking up the card, "Like this card, if I give it to the police and attach the surveillance video, the prosecutor The waitress will be sued for seducing a minor, and she will face more than three years in prison."
Barry was stunned, his eyes rounded, and the boss's operation was too irritable.
"Of course, I won't do this."
Luke put down the card and continued to eat, "If I do this, any girl will dare to hand me a business card in the future."
Barry swallowed and spit, curiously.
"Boss, there are many girls leaving you phone calls?"
Luke took a sip of the rice wine and said lightly, "Trust me, Barry, you will encounter this kind of thing in a few years."
"I?"
Barry was a little unconfident, "I...am too?"
"Of course, this is the happiness of the rich."
"But I have no money."
"How many Tesla shares do you have?"
"0.3%."
"What is Tesla's current valuation."
"Billion..."
Barry was stunned. One billion times 0.3% is three million dollars. It turns out I am a millionaire.
Luke glanced at him and said, "Now Tesla is worth a billion, and it will become 10 billion in a year, and it will become hundreds of billions in a few years. Barry, you will soon become billions. Rich man, experience the happiness that only rich people can experience."
Barry: "..."
At the end of the lunch, Barry felt confused. From time to time, the word billionaire jumped out of his confused thoughts. Wouldn't I be a rich man too?
Luke ignored him. Barry Allen was a very good employee. He worked hard, worked hard, and did not complain, but he could not be a good subordinate.
In the evening, Luke got off work early and drove to the North District Pier. This is the branch headquarters of Hongmen in Metropolis, and Chinatown is not far away.
The Chinatown in the metropolis is slightly dilapidated, and its prosperous level is incomparable to that of the coastal city.
Luke was not interested in looking at the surrounding environment and went straight to the branch headquarters.
The guard guarding the gate was old and young. The young didn’t know Luke, and the old gave him a kick.
"Stare, this is Young Master Xiao."
"Master, you are here."
Luke nodded, gazing at the young man, "new here."
The young man nodded repeatedly.
"What is your name?"
"Reid Tang!"
"Can you drive?"
The young man nodded again and Luke threw the key over.
"Drive my car to the underground garage."
When the words fell, he said to the "old man" beside him,
"Where is Wang Hu?"
"The boss is in the main hall, I will show you over."
Ten years ago, Luke and Grandpa came to a branch. At that time, the branch was like the triad headquarters in Hong Kong movies in the 1990s. Now it is different. After Wang Hu took over, he vigorously rectified and doubled the original basis. , Push all the obtrusive things, and after a few months, there is finally a little momentum.
"Boss, you can count it."
Wang Hu walked out with a big laugh, followed by two rows of strong men who stood in front of Luke and bowed.
"Master!"
Luke took a closer look and nodded with a smile.
"Good job, Huzi, the underworld boss has to have this kind of aura."
"I am very sure of that."
Wang Hu smiled from ear to ear. He had long hoped that Luke would come to the branch hall to let him know that the Vietnamese monkey is a monkey, how can it be compared with the Siberian tiger.
A group of people walked into the lobby, Luke sat on the main seat without letting him, Wang Hu stood by, excitedly said,
"Is it possible to act."
Luke nodded, "How are your people preparing."
"It's all arranged, just wait for your order to kill the turtle grandchildren of the Creation Society. It's just..." Wang Hu hesitated a few times and whispered, "The police."
"There will be no police intervention this time. You have three hours of time. Within three hours, you will close the Genesis Club headquarters and arrest their boss Brad Watt. Remember, I want to live."
"Don't worry, boss, brothers will never let you down."
Wang Hu patted his chest. As long as the note does not interfere, he is confident to kill the creation meeting. Luke took a sip of tea and said lightly, "My thoughts are not important. The key is Hongmen. The metropolitan Hongmen is not in the traditional sense. Going to the gang, the brothers join in and want a future and a future. Hong Clan shares weal and woe with everyone. As far as Hong Clan can go, brothers can stand high."
"Metropolitan only allows the Hongmen gang, anyone who wants to get a share of the pie must ask about the knife in our hand."
"Brothers, it's a dragon or a worm, just tonight."
Roar!
Everyone shouted, killing intently.
...
The metropolis tonight is a little quieter. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Compared to the past, there are fewer police officers patrolling the streets. less.
In the most prosperous commercial street in the Eastern District, there is a very famous nightclub ~EbookFREE.me~ because it has never experienced a police raid since its opening.
This is unimaginable for an entertainment venue, but reality is reality. Teapek is the property of the Creation Society, and no police will come to harass him.
It was eight o'clock in the evening, when Teapek was the busiest time. The cold outside could not stop the enthusiasm of young people. The men and women in cool clothes crowded together to sway the vitality of youth.
Luke, Wu Yue, and Dior sat in the VIP seats on the second floor of the nightclub, drinking while looking at the surrounding environment. The three of them had dressed up in disguise and looked like hippies who like pop music.
At 8:20, the founder of the Creation Club, Brad Watt, arrived at the venue on time. After greeting a few familiar friends, he walked into the back office area.
"Inform Wang Hu, it's time to act."
Dior nodded, took out his cell phone, and dialed Wang Hu's number.
Luke opened his sleeves and tapped his watch.
The lights in the hall all disappeared, becoming pitch black.