Chapter 129: Balbo

Hearing the name Balbo, the innkeeper's brows twitched slightly, but he didn't do anything else, just calmly nodded and said, 'Balbo, that's my surname, but I don't understand why you suddenly mentioned it, Mr. Zhou Ming?'

'Because it is a very famous surname, or rather, it was once very famous,' Ming Zhou said.

The hotel owner looked at him and asked, 'Chinese hero, did you hear this from those Mexicans? They really can't keep their mouths shut. Maybe I need to sew their mouths shut in the future, otherwise I don't know what other news I'll hear next, you know? This is really an annoying thing.'

'In fact, it doesn't matter where you get the news from, it's the news itself that matters,' Zhou Ming said. 'Balbo was originally a member of the Brighton consortium, and an important family at that. He was in charge of all the consortium's underground activities that couldn't be seen in the light of day, but was later expelled from the Brighton consortium. As a result, all the Balbo family members went into hiding and led ordinary lives, some became ordinary lawyers and bodyguards, and some opened motels.'

The hotel owner said with a faint smile on his face, 'Let me see, Mr. Zhou Ming, the purpose of your saying this is to ask me to help you deal with the Brighton Bank and the Adams family together?'

Zhou Ming nodded and said that was correct. The innkeeper was a little surprised by this frank admission, and Zhou Ming explained, 'There's nothing to be embarrassed about, because both Brighton Bank and the Adams family are hopelessly huge. If I want to deal with them, I can't possibly do it without help. I don't mind telling you, Mr Balbo, that the three families of Cundinamarca, Lawrence and Lowell have already allied themselves with me.'

'I see, it seems that the day has finally come.' The hotel owner muttered to himself, and then continued to Zhou Ming, 'But Mr. Zhou Ming, what does this have to do with me? You know that the Balbo family is already a story from half a century ago, and I am just an ordinary motel owner now. I'm afraid I can't help you much.'

'Is that really the case, Mr Balbo?' asked Zhou Ming deliberately. "I'm afraid an ordinary motel owner wouldn't allow drug dealers and arms dealers to trade here, would they? Or are you not aware of what your guests are trading?"

Facing Zhou Ming's rhetorical question, the motel owner silently took out a cigarette and lit it, before exhaling several smoke rings before speaking: 'I want to know what you want me to do, Mr Zhou Ming. Although the Balbo name has not fallen, there are many things that will never be done again. You need to read 1·cc'

'I understand. In fact, I'm not asking for too much. I just hope that you, Mr Balbo, can help me contact those gangs that used to be attached to your family, as well as the enforcers of those drug dealers and arms dealers. I think these people are not having a good time. I'm afraid even their credit ratings are very low. They even have to get subprime loans from loan companies to buy houses for their families, right?' asked Zhou Ming.

The hotel owner looked at Zhou Ming in puzzlement and nodded, saying yes. He had no idea why Zhou Ming was asking this.

The hotel owner was confused, but Zhou Ming was as clear as a mirror. He revealed the hotel owner's family name secret, and in fact, he hoped to use him to get in touch with the gangsters.

Zhou Ming had never been in a gang in either his past or present life, but he had watched a lot of movies about gangsters. From the movies, he could see that although the leaders of each gang were very rich, their subordinates were all very poor. No matter how cool they looked when they were fighting and smoking, they could not change the fact that they did not have any formal jobs or legitimate sources of income. Therefore, it was naturally impossible for the banks to give them high credit ratings.

No matter how carefree these gangsters are, they can't escape the fact that they have to buy a house and a car, and they can't escape the family problems of parents, wives and children, and the daily necessities of life. So if they want to buy a house and a car, support their parents, and rely solely on the money their boss gives them, it's definitely not enough. But they can't get a bank loan, so in the end they can only find those loan companies to apply for a subprime loan.

Like the ethnic minorities in the Vidda community, this is also a group of people who have been deeply affected by the scourge of subprime loans. Even worse off than ethnic minorities with formal jobs, these losers will only get worse off.

Zhou Ming didn't know what the situation was like in the United States, but he knew that in his previous life, in his family's hometown, he had seen many stories of people borrowing from loan sharks and being unable to repay, and their homes being emptied by the loan sharks. He thought that the evils of capitalism would only make things worse, so as long as these people were incited, no matter how many or how few there were, they could have the same effect as those minorities.

This is what Zhou Ming thought after learning the surname Balbo. With this in mind, Zhou Ming then said to the hotel owner, 'I think if I tell Mr. Balbo that as long as these people with very low credit ratings follow my commands, I can make them destroy the Brighton Bank and the Adams family. I'm afraid you won't believe it even more. A look at the book w?ww·1·cc'

'This is indeed hard to believe, but it doesn't matter,' the hotel owner said. "But if it's just finding someone for you, I can still do it. After all, you are also a customer of mine, so this is a service I am giving you for free."

Zhou Ming smiled and said, "Thank you very much for Mr. Balbo's generous help. Perhaps I can also pay you some extra service fees."

The hotel owner also smiled and said, "This is really good news, but I prefer to be called by the name Jeno."

'Okay, Balbo,' Zhou Ming said deliberately.

The hotel owner was first taken aback, and then pointed his finger at Zhou Ming and said, 'You really are a disobedient and bad boy, but I like it!'

In this way, the conversation between Zhou Ming and the hotel owner ended in laughter. Then the hotel owner helped Zhou Ming contact the gangs. Almost that same evening, Zhou Ming once again came to the motel warehouse, and this time there were many more gang members in tank tops and shorts with tattoos all over their bodies.

These gang members all sat around casually, some crossed their legs, some were perched on chairs, and some reclined, but when they saw the motel owner enter, they all put aside their previous lazy postures and sat up straight. Zhou Ming then thought that his knowledge of the motel owner was perhaps a little too shallow.

'Hello everyone, this is the mysterious Chinese person I told you about. He also has something very important that he needs you to help him with, so let him tell you about it.'

The hotel owner first introduced Zhou Ming's identity, and then handed over the floor to him.

Zhou Ming was not shy about the hotel owner's directness. He stood up and said, 'Friends, this is the first time I've met you all, but I don't want to say hello to you all in a formal way, because that's too effeminate. I just want to tell you that I'm going to deal with Brighton Bank, and I want to pull the Adams family down from the throne of the American dynasty. I just want to ask you, are you interested in following me?'

Everyone shouted in unison, 'Yes!' Amidst the din, the hotel owner left his seat. He walked to the door, lit a cigarette, looked up at the sky and sighed with emotion, 'It was better when I was young!'

Suddenly his phone rang. He took it out and said, 'Edward, you rascal, I thought you'd become the governor and be a big shot high above everyone, on a different level from me.'

Then he laughed heartily, 'It's none of my business what kind of person you are, and I don't want to know. But that Chinese guy, Zhou Ming, you mentioned is here with me right now. He's giving a speech to all those gangsters. I don't know exactly what he's going to do, but I'm sure he'll succeed. Don't ask me why, I've had a hunch about this since day one, and you know I'm usually right.'

The hotel owner was lost in his memories. It was a day and a half ago. Two gangs of Colombian drug dealers came to his hotel. He didn't know if they really didn't know the rules or if they were being instructed to deliberately challenge the bottom line of his place. Anyway, their dealings here escalated to the point of a firefight, and they drew guns on each other right in front of him.

Although gun ownership is a culture in the United States and shootings are common, if they really fight here, his reputation will be ruined, and that is the worst news.

However, when Balbo's reputation was not enough, he could not stop them by himself.

At this difficult time, **suddenly pushed open the door and walked in. He looked at the tense situation inside the warehouse and sneered contemptuously, 'If you want to shoot, please hurry. I have things to discuss with the hotel owner and I don't have time to watch you perform here.'

These simple words were full of domineering attitude, and he didn't give these heavily armed drug dealers a second thought.

This undoubtedly angered the drug dealers, who immediately turned their guns on **. However, **'s actions were obviously faster than those of the drug dealers. He took two quick steps forward and simultaneously drew the military knife from his waist.

'Don't move if you want to keep your fingers,'

These were the words ** spoke at the time, and the cold words made the drug dealers' hearts tremble. But what made the drug dealers feel even more terrifying was the military knife that happened to be inserted just above the trigger of his pistol. The cold touch of the metal made his heart feel cold.

But then **'s words made his heart freeze even more, because ** said to him, 'I know, you want your mercenaries to shoot me, I can assure you that I will pierce your throat before he shoots.'

As ** spoke, he magically produced another trident military knife and held it against his throat.

'No one move without my order!'

The drug dealer almost screamed these words, because he was really scared. He knew that once the military knife pierced his main artery, the blood groove on the knife would make him bleed uncontrollably and he would die within a minute.

The drug dealer asked **what he really wanted to do, and **laughed and answered, 'It seems that drugs really damage people's memories, because as I said just now, I came here to discuss things with the hotel owner. As for you, I just hope that you can finish your deal as soon as possible and get the hell out of here...'

At the moment the last syllable was uttered, ** moved again. No one could see the movement in his hand clearly, and everyone only saw him take a step sideways, and then heard a scream. It turned out that ** had thrown his bayonet, which was now stuck in the arm of a mercenary. The mercenary could no longer hold the gun in his hand and dropped it to the ground with a clatter.

'Now, does anyone else have any questions? I can assure you that next time, he will be in your hearts.'

** said, standing in front of all the drug dealers like a fearless war god, so that they did not dare to raise their hands against him.

'This is the power of a military king, and the person who can make a military king condescend to protect him like this, how can he be an ordinary person?' The hotel owner said in the end, and then looked back and asked, 'Chinese knight, do you agree?'

'I don't know, but I know that your assessment of Mr. Zhou Ming is not comprehensive, and you won't understand what happened between him and me."

**Without any hesitation, he followed the hotel owner out, worried that he would tip off the Adams family. After all, he is now Zhou Ming's bodyguard and needs to help Zhou Ming eliminate all possible dangers.

At this time, I heard a burst of cheers coming from the warehouse. It seems that Zhou Ming has succeeded.