"Oh right, during the meeting just now, you mentioned the Trident Plan, but you didn't mention anything about your own plans!”
Unable to get the answer he wanted from Li Zixuan, Li Shi changed the topic.
"As for me, the core of the Trident Plan is to make the Freemasons bigger and stronger, to make you the godfather of the underworld, and I will take a different path.”
As Li Zixuan spoke, he looked at the scenery outside the carriage
window. The carriage had already driven out of the wooden sign with the words "Chinatown" on it. He then continued,
"This road will have nothing to do with the Hong Triad, and will not be tainted by any underworld forces!"”
Hearing his son's words, Li Shi understood.
"I see. I roughly understand. Although it's probably not easy to become the godfather of the underworld as you say, if I can shelter you from the wind and rain before you grow up, I won't hesitate to risk my life!”
"Thank you for your hard work, Dad!" Li Zixuan said, somewhat touched.
He knew better than anyone else that the path he had pointed out to his father was definitely not smooth sailing. The
road was full of thorns and dangers, and if he was careless, he would fall into the abyss.
However, Li Shi did not say anything. He was prepared to hold up a big umbrella for his son to shelter him from the wind and rain.
Li Shi only smiled at Li Zixuan's touched expression. He reached out his wide and warm hand and rubbed Li Zixuan's black hair.
"If possible, I just want you to have a happy childhood.”
After saying that, he sighed and looked out the window.
At this time, a Chinese man carrying a carrying pole on his shoulder seemed to be delivering goods. Soon, two white policemen stopped the Chinese man.
According to the laws of California, carriages were required for the delivery of goods.
It was obvious that this Chinese had violated the law.
Not only would he have to pay a fine, but he would also have to be detained.
The dark-skinned young man with a braid around his neck looked anxious, but
in the end, he was helplessly dragged away by the white police like a dog.
After hearing his son's words at the Hong Triad headquarters, Li Shi's heart was filled with rage.
That's right!
In the past, they could just clean up the snow in front of their own doors. Although he felt pity for his compatriots, he did not care too much. After all, it was someone else's business.
However, when he saw it again, his heart could not calm down for a long time.
What would happen to that young man from China? What would he be treated like at the police station? Would he be humiliated or beaten up?
How would he survive after being fined?
All the way until he reached home, these questions surfaced in his mind.
"It's indeed time to change!" he muttered.
At night, on Van Ness Avenue in San Francisco, a young white man walked out of a bar drunk.
At the same time, he cursed,
"Damn the Chinese, damn the Irishmen, they're all sh * t, f * ck!"”
The white young man was called Raul Diaz, a Spanish immigrants.
The reason why he was in a bad mood and cursing was because he had just been released from the police station today.
A few days ago, he had brought a group of companions with him to find trouble with the Xia people and extort a sum of money.
However, in the end, they were destroyed by the necks of a group of California Red.
Not only that, the humiliated white Irish-American police officers vented their anger on them.
After being locked up for a few days and paying a fine, Raul Diaz was released from the police station.
However, when he arrived at the casino where he worked, the boss fired him on the grounds that he could not find him for a few days.
So, Raul went to a bar opened by a Mexican and had a drink.
He had wanted to meet a beautiful lady, but with his dispirited look, no woman dared to approach him the entire night.
He drank the whole night until he was drunk and left the bar.
He blamed all his bad luck on the Chinese and the Irishman police.
For this reason, he decided to find a few people from Xia Country in a few days to vent his anger.
However, just as he was about to return to his rented apartment, he didn't realize that
two people were following him silently. They were wearing black newspaper boy hats with their collars up, and their faces were completely covered.
As Raul walked into the depths of the alley, a figure behind him suddenly took out a large sack and wrapped Raul up from top to bottom.
Then, the two figures moved quickly. After a series of punches and kicks, they put the unconscious Raul into a bag and carried him.
They were carried onto the carriage that had been prepared beforehand.
With the sound of hooves, the carriage disappeared into the darkness.
The carriage passed by the City Hall and went straight to the seaside. After about an hour, they arrived at a deserted small pier.
Soon, there was a splash, like a huge stone falling into the water.
A few seconds later, everything seemed to have returned to normal except for the sound of the tide hitting the pier.
That night, the entire San Francisco was not peaceful.
Three or four Spanish youths who had their hands chopped off were lying on the ground, screaming and bleeding.
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