Da Bai sat on a tall carved wooden chair that had been custom-made for him. Just like that, he looked down at everyone in the hall like a little king.
Everyone was either sitting on the sofa or at the table. Some had notebooks in their hands, some had tablets in their hands, and some had a bottle of wine in their hands …
There were all kinds of people, old and young, men and women. Their dressing styles were also very different.
But at the same time, they gave off an unfathomable feeling. They didn't look like ordinary people.
Everyone listened quietly to Great White's speech. Great White explained the rules.
Then, a group of people echoed.
"Don't worry, just leave this to us. We will act according to the rules," an old man in his fifties or sixties said with a pipe in his hand.
"Yes, Great White, don't worry. We will take care of everything here. Don't worry, just go home and reunite with your family!"
A woman in her thirties, with an excellent figure and extremely flirtatious appearance, wearing a tight cheongsam with slits that almost reached her buttocks, waved the fluffy fan in her hand twice.
"Great White, leave everything to us," a girl who looked only six or seven years old said seriously on the sofa.
On the carved wooden chair, Great White nodded slightly.
Although Little Munchkin looked very small and adorable, he was able to convince the crowd. There were all kinds of people below the stage looking at Little Munchkin and listening to him very much.
And Great White also had a dignified expression on his face. The little guy had a cold expression on his face and his entire body was filled with an imposing aura.
"Okay, then I'll leave everything here to you!"
Great White said loudly to everyone.
"Of course!"
The group of people echoed.
Just then, a gunshot suddenly came from outside.
Immediately after, the antique carved door was suddenly pushed open and light shone in from outside. Everyone present subconsciously looked towards the door.
A group of strong men walked in.
They weren't Chinese, but mostly Americans. All of them barged in aggressively with guns in their hands.
Compared to these big and muscular American men, the group of people in the room looked like old and weak people.
"Jones' men?" The beautiful woman in the cheongsam fanned herself with a fluffy fan and looked at the group of muscular men with interest.
"Oh, so it's that family that died of poverty. How come you haven't died of poverty yet?" An old man smiled mischievously as he looked at the group of people holding machine guns in their hands.
"What are you doing here?
Don't you know that Chinatown is our territory?
Is this the territory of our Great White Young Master? "
In the room, a group of men and women, young and old, stood up.
Everyone looked at the group of people who rushed in with machine guns with unfriendly gazes.
But none of them had any fear in their eyes.
Everyone walked forward carelessly and blocked the door, blocking the group of Americans.
The group of Americans had guns in their hands, but when they saw the group of old and weak people, they couldn't help but shiver.
"What if he died of poverty?
What does he want to do? Let him say it himself! "An old man stood up and looked at the group of Americans.
"What do you mean died of poverty!
Jones, our boss is called Jones! "A muscular man shouted at the old man.