Chapter 90: A Visit from Bloods (Part 2)

[Chapter 90: A Visit from Bloods (Part 2)]

Inside the car,

Jett coldly stared at him. "Do you really believe that a reporter hiding in the shadows will make let you go? You sold me out, you got the evidence, you leaked Inez Kasar's information, and that came from me. You lied, you seriously hurt me! You need to die!"

Ian shrugged. "Don't worry, I didn't have anyone recording this time. But I don't think you will kill me. Inez Kasar is finished -- why be angry over trash? A smart businessman wouldn't think that way."

Jett pressed the gun to Ian's head. "I'm not a businessman, Ian Carr. The point is, some of my partners don't trust me anymore; they know I made that deal!"

Ian laughed. "But you still want money, don't you? How much do you need? I can give it to you."

Jett was taken aback.

Ian watched his expression and chuckled. "Are you tempted? So don't be stupid, buddy; as long as you still want money, you are a businessman."

He looked at Jett, speaking calmly. "I'm Ian Carr; do you know how much chaos killing me would create? Even the gangsters have their limits; someone like me isn't a life you can threaten. Collaborating is the smart way to go!"

Just then, Ian's phone rang.

Ian glanced at his phone. "Sorry, I need to take this call."

Are you really taking a call right now?

The people in the car stared at him blankly.

...

The call was from Scarlett, her tone wistful. "You haven't come to see me in days."

Ian replied cautiously, "I was just about to head over, babe, but a friend wanted to discuss business, so it might be a bit late."

Hearing 'business,' Scarlett perked up. "Do you need me to come over?"

"No, not this time," Ian shook his head and ended the call.

...

Ian smiled at Jett. "Sorry, things have been a bit hectic. How about we chat while eating? I'm kind of hungry."

...

At a little roadside diner, Ian happily ate some fast food.

He glanced at the crazy Jett across the table and said, "Try some."

"Fuck!" Crazy Jett glared at Ian. "Ian Carr, I didn't come here to eat with you."

"Then what do you want to discuss? The remaining information?" Ian scoffed coldly. "I won't give that to you; it's too valuable. Do you know why? Because it is difficult to obtain."

Crazy Jett was about to lose it.

He pulled out his gun from under the table, pressing it against Ian's stomach. "But do you know that killing someone is also a difficult thing? Not everyone has the guts to do it!"

Ian looked at him coldly. "Is that so? I'd like to see for myself."

Saying that, he suddenly clapped his hands.

Jett was startled.

With the sharp applause, diners nearby started to rise, pulling guns and aiming them at those present.

What the hell?!

Jett was bewildered as he saw a hobbled man with a cane walk into the restaurant.

Crips?

The Crips gang head?

Jett's eyes widened.

What the hell was he doing here?

...

Ian waved his hand, and Crips smiled as he pulled out a gun, aiming it at Jett's head.

Jett was dumbfounded. "Crips, what are you doing? Are you trying to start a war between gangs?"

Crips smiled slightly. "You threatened my boss."

Jett was stunned.

Ian Carr was Crips' boss?

What kind of joke was that?

Ian's gaze turned icy as he looked at Jett. "You still have your gun aimed at my stomach, and Crips has his gun to your head. Before he pulls the trigger, you have the chance to kill me. So go ahead, pull the trigger. Let me see if crazy Jett has the guts to go down fighting, willing to take his opponent with him."

Jett stared at Ian, shocked.

This guy was completely insane!

Ian merely smiled, leisurely lighting a cigar while observing Jett. "Go on, shoot! Let's see just how difficult killing someone really is."

Jett's hand shook.

Everyone in Bloods was watching him.

Jett knew that if he didn't pull the trigger, everyone would look down on him, and his authority would plummet.

But if he did fire, he would be finished.

Crips also wanted to see if Jett would dare to shoot. For a brief moment, he even thought about saying, "Don't forget to check the safety before you pull the trigger."

But in the end, he said nothing.

They faced each other in a standoff.

...

A long while passed!

Finally, crazy Jett put his gun away.

He glared at Ian angrily. "This is over."

Ian sighed and shook his head. "Crazy Jett, it seems you're only insane when it comes to killing."

Crips smiled, "No one is crazier than you, boss."

"Maybe," Ian picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and stood up.

He walked out of the diner, completely indifferent to the Bloods gang.

...

Crips, leaning on his cane, followed Ian. "Crazy Jett isn't an easy man to deal with; he backed down today, but he might come back stronger next time."

Ian nodded. "I think so too. You guys are all too stubborn to give up, even you haven't truly given up, have you?"

Crips shrugged. "Kenwal is getting close to breaking point. I promised him a lot of things, but I can't deliver. He's coming with a huge crew to take revenge."

Ian lightly licked his lips. "That's why I didn't kill crazy Jett today."

Crips jumped in, "Good news must have its timing?"

Ian burst into laughter. "You're really getting to understand me better, Crips! Go make arrangements; leave the Bates Killers gang to me. Things are already in place; I'm counting on them to help me take down the Los Angeles Times."

"Got it, boss," Crips bowed respectfully.

He watched Ian walk away, a complicated look on his face.

If this time, Ian could really handle Bates Killers like last time, his only choice would be to become a loyal dog without question.

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