210: Chapter 210: Taking Over Huares 210: Chapter 210: Taking Over Huares Indeed, trouble had arrived, for the boss of “Juarez” had come.

As for the notorious Juarez in Mexico, its behind-the-scenes boss was an utterly ruthless and bloody executioner, a perpetrator of all evils.

And upon his arrival, Maurice Singleton and his over seventy men were all dumbfounded.

Previously, they were indeed shouting joyfully; but once the boss arrived, even though they were armed with guns, they were so frightened that they lost their voices.

Yusuf Zuck quietly pulled the dagger that was tucked at his waist.

His gun was still in the car, and the only thing he had on him was this dagger.

Of course, with this dagger alone, he was more than sufficient!

At first, Maurice’s face was pale, and he seemed to be at a loss, but when he inadvertently saw Yusuf sitting beside him gently pulling out the dagger, his eyes suddenly lit up.

How could he have forgotten about Mr.

Zuck next to him?

With Mr.

Zuck here, it was a matter of killing as many as came.

It was already dark, and the warehouse was somewhat dim, especially the corner where Yusuf was sitting.

He had purposely chosen this spot away from the light because he didn’t want to interact with anyone, didn’t want too many people to see him.

Almost at the same moment Maurice rose to his feet, completely shielding him, Yusuf’s figure vanished.

After a brief silence in the warehouse, Maurice, confident, made a gentlemanly gesture of the hand-over-heart bow.

Seeing his bow, the old man with the white turban let out an angry roar, seeming to question Maurice.

Maurice, waving his hand, appeared to be arguing in defense.

“Clack, clack~” The boss was furious, so all the men he brought cocked their guns.

He also pointed outside the door, seemingly telling Maurice that he was surrounded by his people.

Some on Maurice’s side also raised their weapons, entering a standoff with the other party, but a great many did not dare to raise their guns, truly intimidated by the boss’s sudden appearance, which cost them their courage to win assuredly.

However, just as both sides were in a standoff, and the situation seemed about to explode into violence, suddenly there came a ‘clang clang’ noise from above, as if metal was clashing.

The roof of the warehouse was constructed with iron girders, covered only by a layer of iron sheeting.

Upon hearing this clanging sound, everyone simultaneously looked up.

A dagger was bouncing off the iron girders, falling downwards.

“Go~ Oh my god~” In the moment they looked up, the gunmen who came with the boss cried out in alarm, because the dagger was right above the boss’s head, already plummeting down.

The boss was so frightened he tried to dodge, and a few fearless ones also threw themselves at the boss!

Only…

the falling dagger seemed to accelerate, and just as the boss’s face turned pale while he tried to back away, ‘pu-chi’, the dagger pierced straight into the top of his head, entering through the skull, with half the handle going in.

Blood sprayed from the top of the boss’s head, and his gunmen were also stunned.

The dagger had fallen from the iron girders, a freak accident, not a murder by someone else with a dagger.

Their boss was just a bit more unlucky than others.

“Roar~” Maurice didn’t waste the moment and roared loudly, also suddenly jumping onto the table, surprisingly agile for someone in his fifties.

Standing on the table, he raised his hands and shouted something, then fiercely pointed at those dozen or so gunmen!

With the boss dead, the courage of his gunmen returned, so all of them noisily cocked their guns, aiming at the boss’s dozen or so men.

After Maurice Singleton’s roar, he put on a pitiful face and spoke rapidly, as if he were persuading someone to surrender.

And while persuading, he raised his hands high and shouted something else, not forgetting to translate it into Chinese afterward.

“It’s divine will, this is divine will.

If heaven wills it, then let this dagger take flight again, oh God!”

Yusuf Zuck, hiding in the shadows, cursed with a laugh, thinking this old bastard really knew how to pick the right moment and act.

“Pfft–” The dagger stuck in the boss’ head suddenly drilled out on its own, covered in blood and bits of white brain, looking particularly ferocious and cold!

“Ah–” It wasn’t just the boss’s dozen or so gunmen who were completely dumbfounded by this sight; even Maurice Singleton’s own men were instantly baffled.

Maurice Singleton’s plea had been realized, and he had called upon God to make the dagger fly, and indeed, the dagger had taken flight.

“Whoosh–” The dagger started spinning in midair around the warehouse, circling above everyone’s heads before flying to Maurice Singleton’s side.

Maurice, excited, said something, then suddenly knelt down, raising his hands high and shouting a slogan.

“God, is this bestowed upon me by You?” He didn’t forget to translate the slogan into Chinese, leaving Yusuf Zuck no choice but to place the dagger into his raised hands!

“Oh– my God–”

“Oh, my God–”

Maurice Singleton’s men knelt and shouted to God, and the dozen or so gunmen also knelt and shouted to God.

The scene was too surreal.

God had killed the boss and now had given the dagger to Maurice Singleton, which implied that Maurice was to replace the boss.

This was God’s arrangement, a divine plan!

Afterward, in the name of God, Maurice Singleton began his solo performance, leading everyone out of the warehouse.

However, outside there wasn’t the sound of widespread gunfire, just the occasional sniper shot firing off.

Soon, the two hundred or so men lying in ambush were smoothly taken under control, and Maurice Singleton had almost effortlessly taken over half the gang’s forces.

At eight in the evening, Maurice led men to the boss’s house, but being a man of some principle, he didn’t kill the boss’s family.

Instead, he just stole valuable items from the house, like the US Dollars and gold from the safe.

Afterward, Maurice’s men split into three groups, seemingly determined to fully unify the Juarez gang.

Yusuf Zuck couldn’t understand any of it, he just silently followed by Maurice Singleton’s side, acting as a mere driver.

After a night and a day, the Juarez gang’s separate factions were completely integrated, and everyone gathered at the boss’s house, while the boss’s family was arranged to be sent elsewhere to live out their days.

Yusuf had to admit, Maurice Singleton had some tricks up his sleeve—he was swift as thunder.

Within twenty-four hours, he had killed many, persuaded many to surrender, and finally achieved unity.

He called a meeting, replaced the old faction leaders with new ones, took out the traitors and executed them, gave the new leaders a taste of the bounty, and only then did the meeting disperse.

At a little past eleven at night, Yusuf Zuck and Maurice Singleton sat together, Yusuf was ready to leave, as he still needed to go to Las Vegas.

“No rush, Mr.

The ones who aren’t in a hurry can come take over.

I asked during the meeting, about your bounty, the Las Vegas Gambling Guild has put up a price, ten million US Dollars for your capture.

That ten million hasn’t reached my hands yet, but once it does, we’ll split it fifty-fifty.

Also, Juarez’s finances should be officially confirmed by tomorrow.

I want to see how much money is in the accounts, and then I’ll give Mr.

four percent of the dry shares, not a penny less.

We plundered quite a bit last night; you’ll get your four percent dry shares in full.”

“And one more thing, Macklin Greene will be able to leave tomorrow; it will take her two days to get to your place.

Yeah, that’s about it!”