From Signing In To Dominate The World

As Tijuana's most powerful gang organization, Setta has always been domineering.

And this is their glorious tradition all the time.

Although the limelight is not as good as before, but in his own territory being pressed step by step, the new generation of power, Imam, finally chose to respond with the strongest posture.

In the next week or so, fierce armed conflict broke out in the Setado area.

Sinaloa is certainly one of the most powerful gangs in Mexico today, but after all, the dragon can't beat the local snake.

Under Seta's full blow regardless of the cost, Sinaloa's power in Tijuana can be said to have suffered heavy losses.

"Three, come and eat."

Chen Liang, who had been under house arrest for nearly a week, finally met with Imam again.

These days, although personal freedom is restricted, Imam has no trouble for them. They offer delicious food and drink, and they also carefully arrange married women to accompany them. Apart from not being able to go out, it is almost like a vacation.

"Mr. Imam, you have detained us for so long, can we leave now?"

Chen Liang put forward reasonable demands, but did not see much anger.

"Of course, you are Seta's friends. We have always been very friendly to friends. There are three of us here these days. There is no other meaning, just to protect the safety of the three."

Tang Xiaolong followed Chen Liang and sat down at the table. He naturally wouldn't believe the other party's nonsense, but he had heard of what happened in Tijuana these days.

After all, although Imam had put them under house arrest. However, they did not completely isolate the channels of communication with the outside world.

In other words, they have seen the news about the armed conflict that broke out in the Tijuana region these days.

The long dining table was full of vegetables. Like a palace banquet, the lives of these drug lords were truly extravagant.

The middle plate is very large and covered by a hood. I don't know what kind of dish it is.

"Surely the three of you have heard of what happened in Tijuana these days?"

Imam shook his cuffs and said with a smile: "I hope that those gangs who hide themselves like bereavement dogs will not disappoint you too much."

"Mr. Imam, everyone is to make money. Why do you have to live and die, and be kind to make money."

Chen Liang is like a good old man with no temper.

"Mr. Chen, the truth is correct, but you may not be very clear about our situation here. The most appropriate way to deal with unclear things is not to judge casually. Since you are a businessman, the best thing you should know is to select partners. ,do you think so?"

Unlike ordinary drug dealers, this Imam was not so vulgar, able to speak well, staring at Chen Liang, with a tone of three-point comfort and three-point threat.

Chen Liang seemed to understand the truth of people under the eaves, and rationally fell silent.

"Let's eat."

Imam opened his mouth, then shifted his gaze. His eyes fell on the unopened plate.

"Mr. Chen, I specially prepared this dish for you. Come and open it yourself."

The three of Chen Liang looked at the cover plate at the same time.

"I come."

Qin Han got up, but was stopped by Chen Liang.

"Mr. Imam is too polite."

He gestured Qin Han to sit down with his eyes, Chen Liang stood up, leaned forward, stretched out his hand, and removed the cover.

When the cover was removed, Tang Xiaolong and Qin Han changed their faces together.

Imam smiled.

"Mr. Chen, do you still like this dish?"

This mysterious "big dish" is nothing but a bloody head!

Eyes wide open, disheveled, no one else, it was Campenu who was talking to Sinaloa in Tijuana when he met with Chen Liang at that time!

A few days ago, he was still awe-inspiring, but now he is in a different place.

This is indeed a real hard dish!

Time seems to freeze.

A faint smell of blood floated in the air.

The scene was terribly quiet for a moment.

Even though he is well-informed now, he can put his head on the dining table. This is the first time that Tang Xiaolong has seen this kind of horror, and his breathing paused for a while.

Qin Han was even more shocked. Since arriving in Mexico, he felt like riding a roller coaster, with waves of excitement, without stopping at all.

After jumping out of the small well in Shacheng, he discovered that the outside world was so "rich and colorful".

"In order to catch this guy, we took a lot of effort, but unfortunately, when we caught him, he was already dead."

This is not nonsense.

Being caught by you, maybe how cruel torture you will endure.

Whoever it is, I am afraid they would rather commit suicide.

Campenu is dead. It seems that even if Sinaloa's power in Tijuana hasn't collapsed, it may be crumbling. Sure enough, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse. Even if Seta is not as good as before, the strength should not be underestimated.

certainly.

Chen Liang didn't care about the conflicts and grievances between the two companies. The key point was that he had already negotiated "cooperation" with Campenu, but Seta's cross-cutting would undoubtedly disrupt his plan.

The killing of Campenu not only meant that the half-million dollar deposit was lost, but also his previous plan was completely declared bankrupt.

Chen Liang naturally didn't care about this little money. What he cared most was how the factory is now and whose hands it fell into.

When Chen Liang removed the cover, Imam stared at his expression carefully and found that apart from a little shock, this kid no longer felt sad or angry.

This makes him more satisfied.

It doesn't matter if it's just a preliminary cooperation, but if Sinaloa is determined to have a firm stand, then he can't be blamed for his cruelty.

"Mr. Imam, you are really too hard. In that case, the transaction between Sinaloa and I was naturally stopped."

Chen Liang's judgment of time and situation made Imam even more appreciated.

He likes to deal with such cleverness, unlike those idiots who always waste his bullets.

"I think we should have a good drink today."

Imam ordered the servant.

"Go, get a few bottles of good wine."

Chen Liang sat down again. Although there was a terrifying head on the table, his expression was still calm.

Although he didn't really ask for food, Imam didn't remove Campenu's head from the beginning to the end. It just placed it in the middle of the table, like an ornament and a warning.

I have to say that this is indeed a special meal, I am afraid that Qin Han will never forget it for the rest of his life.

Several times he felt vomiting and was forced back by himself.

On the other hand, Chen Liang, if nothing had happened, the big drug lord who hadn't noticed pushed his cup and changed his cup, chatting and laughing happily.

In the past, he simply felt that Chen Liang was now developed and rich, but at this moment he realized that his cognition was too superficial.

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