When Lykanapoli's back disappeared, he looked at the blood stains left on the ground, and Chen Xu, who was wiping the butt of the gun.

Charles, who was standing next to him, did not know what to say for a while, and finally could only express his emotions in the most simple words.

"Mike, thank you." Charles said sincerely.

"We are brothers, and if we have always been gentlemen, some people may think that we are bullies." Chen Xu put the wiped gun back into the gun bag, patted Charles's shoulder and smiled.

"Yes, we are gentlemen when facing friends, but in the face of enemies, we will be the demons they fear!" David next to him clapped his hands and applauded, and at the same time said something quite tasteful.

And hearing Chen Xu's words, Catherine, who was standing on the side, suddenly didn't know what to say for a while.

Gentleman?

Is there such a gentleman?

Thinking of the "160" destroyed Lemorn raiders, and the large amount of performance sent to Henry Jenkins some time ago, Catherine couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

Of course, she certainly won't show it, after all, she is their collaborator.

Just don't mess around yourself.

But for John and Charles, such Chen Xu made them feel closer.

From Valentine's time, they did become safer.

Even from the beginning, they were often required to go out to deliver moonshine, and then they only needed to read and read the newspaper every day.

It can be said that this transformation has made them a little uncomfortable.

A few months ago, they were gang bandits galloping west on horseback with guns.

But a few months later, he had to wear a decent suit and taste a steak with red wine.

Talk and laugh with the sheriff, who used to seem to be high and high.

The transformation brought about by this identity has not made them adapt for the time being.

But Chen Xu is different, he adapts very quickly, and even if only from his performance, no one can associate with a former gang member.

Even if no one said it, this sense of gap personally made John and Charles feel it.

But now today's action makes them understand that it has never changed.

And Abigail, who was watching the whole time, also made a decision at this time.

That is to let little Jack learn some other skills in addition to normal knowledge, and follow his father John.

For example, how exactly to use a revolver and the like.

She frantically resisted every opportunity that might allow Little Jack to learn those dangerous skills.

Because she didn't want her children to be in danger, she ended up in a wasteland that was left with only corpses that had been collected by coyotes and ravens.

Especially after the moonshine business started, she managed the laundromat that made false accounts, and no longer had to worry about being killed by gangsters or pinkerton one day.

So she was more comfortable letting Little Jack learn the knowledge she thought she needed.

But now, these experiences after coming to Lemorn have made her understand one thing.

That is, if there is no strength, in this world, you may not even be able to breathe normally.

If their power was not strong enough, would it be Brontë's butler and servant who came to the door now?

More likely his thugs.

Similarly, if there is no power, how will the one from the St. Denis City Hall contact them?

And how can they keep this money and inheritance?

It is a country that is constantly changing civilization, but its essence has never changed.

Not knowing Abigail's change of mentality, John on the side was a little worried.

"We toss that guy like that, will Brontë ... After all, he has a lot of power. "

"Indeed, this is a problem." Charles, too, had some concerns.

Although he did not know how much power Brontë had in Saint-Denis.

Judging from the previous performance of the Braithwaite family, and the fact that even the mayor wants to woo them, it is obviously a remarkable existence.

Although it is not scary for them, there should still be worries.

"Even if we don't do anything, he will still deal with us, after all, we are not from his group now." Chen Xu smiled.

From the time he approached Henry Jenkins and transferred 10% of the Gray Family Tobacco Company to Henry Lemieux.

They are already opposing camps.

And Chen Xu believes that Brontë should have obtained some information from him.

Maybe the other party doesn't know that John, Charles, and David are fighting power.

But his umbrella security company, as well as a group of former Pinkerton agents, this information Brontë absolutely knew...

From this information alone, Brontë was able to draw a conclusion.

That is, if the means of breaking the rules are used, then he also has the means to counteract.

So even if you want to play tricks, so far, Brontë can only play some tricks within the rules of the game.

"And it's not that it's not about Brontë, or more accurately, it's just a letter of introduction, but also a signal from us to the city hall."

Chen Xu looked at Charles and John and the others and spoke.

"Signal?"

The crowd didn't quite understand.

............

Located next to St. Denis Park, a mansion on Flavian Street.

Watching the embarrassment, Lykanapoli told everything that happened from beginning to end.

Brontë showed an angry expression.

"You idiot!"

"I'm asking you to talk about things, not for you to look down on them." (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"Or don't be seen!"

He slapped Lykanapos hard in the face.

A crisp sound came from Brontë's palm, as well as from the place where it made contact with Lucanapoli's cheek.

But at this moment, Lucanapoli did not think about the pain, and the so-called humiliation.

Instead, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Because he has followed Brontë for many years, he knows one thing, that is, the Brontë in front of him looks angry.

But in fact, he was not so angry, which was enough to let go of his hanging heart. 4.7

And the truth was just as he thought.

After Brontë slapped him, the scowl on his face disappeared.

Instead, he sat down on the sofa next to him and lit a cigar.

"It's a surprise, I haven't met such an interesting opponent in a long time."

Brontë praised, then commanded to Lucanapoli, who was standing respectfully next to him.

"Let people go and contact the old woman in Braithwaite's house, work with her to get a batch of wine, as for the price, it is enough to make sure that we have some earnings, and we don't have to hide too tightly, so that some mice can find out."

"I really expected Henri Lemieux's expression, he thought he had found a group of watchdogs, but who knows if these people are hungry wolves?"

In the end, Brontë couldn't help but laugh coldly twice.