# Chapter 40: Flour and Firearms
Listening to the busy signal after the call was hung up, Kingpin's face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.
Sloan, the Brotherhood of Assassins, utterly useless. And those vampires, 'Dark Nobles' my foot, he took huge risks to gather a hundred pure virgins from all over the world.
And these bats actually screwed it up.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Kingpin tightened his grip, directly crushing an encrypted phone into pieces in his hand.
The fragments scattered, leaving a cut in Kingpin's thick palm.
Blood instantly stained his sleeve red.
"Heh heh!" Kingpin took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the bloodstain from the wound, laughing in extreme anger.
Kingpin's repeated sneers made the atmosphere in the office seem to freeze. The few people in the office all lowered their heads, not daring to breathe heavily.
"How has the smuggling business in New York been these past two months?"
Kingpin didn't lift his head, but his gloomy voice made a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, tremble all over.
As a man known as the Crime Boss, Kingpin's business wasn't just collecting protection fees like some street thugs or selling flour.
With over twenty years of operation, Kingpin's businesses were quite diversified.
Flour, smuggling, casinos, arms business, real estate, finance, physical factories—Kingpin's presence could be seen in many industries in New York.
However, the fastest money-making and highest-profit businesses were naturally his grey businesses.
Smuggling was one of his major sources of income, especially for things with high tariffs and high unit value like cars, high-end watches, and luxury goods.
The profit from smuggling in and out could reach 50%, or even higher. Just from the New York City smuggling market alone, Kingpin's annual profit exceeded a billion US Dollars.
This was also why Kingpin had looked down on the Cleaners back then.
Back then, Tang Song and his group worked hard for a year and earned less than a fraction of Kingpin's income.
The middle-aged man with glasses was the head of Kingpin's smuggling business in New York.
"The business in Europe hasn't been affected, but the business in East Asia isn't ideal. The Hand has currently suspended cooperation with us.
For the smuggling of Japanese cars sector, we are currently looking for alternative suppliers!"
As he spoke, large drops of sweat poured from the middle-aged man's forehead like rain. He didn't dare to wipe them, letting the sweat drops fall onto the carpet.
"Hmm!" Kingpin wiped the blood from his palm, noncommittal about the report from the middle-aged man with glasses, and turned to ask the bald man beside him.
"What about the flour business?"
The man in charge of the New York flour business was a large man of Mexican descent. He had a black scorpion tattooed on the back of his head. Hearing Kingpin's question,
The bald man said, seeking credit, "Boss, our shipment volume has increased by forty percent in the past two months!"
"Increased by forty percent!" Kingpin's hand holding the handkerchief paused. He lifted his head for the first time and looked at the bald man.
"What's going on?"
"Boss, that Chinese Tang doesn't do the flour business at all. After The Hand fell, now only our factory still has stock in all of New York. We are now the largest flour supplier in all of New York!"
"Doesn't do the flour business..." Kingpin let out a cold laugh, a glint flashing in his eyes. "Raise the flour price by another 10%!"
"No problem, Boss, now only we have stock in all of New York!"
The bald man's face was full of flattery. "Those addicts won't care about the price as long as their addiction kicks in!"
When the tall man, nearly two meters tall, spoke to Kingpin, his waist was almost never straight.
However, no one present mocked him. Who wouldn't be afraid if they ended up with a moody boss like Kingpin! "Well done!" Kingpin's suppressed violent emotions slightly eased.
Just then, a tall figure pushed the door open and walked straight in.
Bullseye didn't pay attention to anyone present. He went straight up to Kingpin, bent down, and whispered a few words into his ear.
After hearing Bullseye's words, the expression on Kingpin's face instantly vanished. His massive body stood up directly from the sofa.
He picked up the cane beside him and used the blood-stained handkerchief to wipe the fist-sized crystal ball on the head of the cane.
Kingpin leaned on his cane and walked directly to the bald man's side, looking at him with an unusually calm gaze.
"Do you know what Bullseye just told me?" The bald man's legs trembled uncontrollably, and he said with trembling lips, "No, I don't know!"
Kingpin calmly patted his shoulder, then expressionlessly raised his cane.
The next moment, Kingpin's face became incredibly ferocious. He swung the cane fiercely down onto the bald man's temple.
One strike, two strikes, three strikes...
"Useless trash, you didn't even know the warehouse was burned down,"
The bald man had already fallen to the ground after the first blow to the head. Blood splattered all over the face of the middle-aged man with glasses beside him.
But Kingpin was not satisfied. He frantically swung the cane, whipping the corpse, until he had literally smashed the corpse on the ground into a puddle of flesh and mud.
"Drag the corpse out and clean it up!"
Kingpin wiped a hand across the blood on his face, took a new white handkerchief from Bullseye beside him, wiped the head of the cane, and instructed the few people in the room.
These people were greatly relieved and frantically and clumsily dealt with the scene.
"Who did it? Have you found out?" Kingpin came to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the street below, and asked Bullseye beside him.
"It's that vigilante who has been very active in Hell's Kitchen recently!" Bullseye had his hands in his pockets, revealing a row of throwing knives at his waist.
"Do you want me to go take care of him?"
...
The villa area where Tang Manor is located is in the Wealthy District of New York. This area has a quiet environment with dense trees. A few kilometers away are towering commercial buildings, the CBD.
It's lively yet with a touch of elegance, truly quiet amidst the hustle and bustle.
Combining convenience and tranquility, the price is naturally not cheap. With sky-high property prices, it's naturally not something ordinary people can afford to live in.
Just from the fact that a patrol police car can be seen every 15 minutes in this villa area, you can tell the status of the people living here.
After all, in civilian communities, even if you call the police, you wouldn't see a police car arrive this quickly.
Tang Song, wearing casual clothes, slowly walked on the tree-lined path. At this time, a black Mercedes sedan drove past him and stopped at the entrance of the Manor ahead.
A man wearing a black suit got out of the driver's seat of the car, looked up at the Manor gate, adjusted his suit, and stepped towards the inside of the Manor.
"Hello, sir, who are you looking for?"
Two bodyguards stopped the man outside the gate.
"Hello, my name is Yuri, I'm here to visit Mr. Tang!"
The man pointed to the gift in his hand and smiled broadly at the two bodyguards.
"Yuri?" Tang Song had already walked behind the man at this time.
"Boss!" The two bodyguards quickly bowed to him.
"You must be Mr. Tang, I am Yuri Orlov!" The man quickly turned around and extended his hand towards Tang Song.
"Yuri Orlov? Shouldn't it be Yuri Orlov?"
Tang Song looked at this unusually familiar face before him and extended his hand.
The smile on Yuri's face didn't lessen. "As an arms dealer, I have many identities. Mr. Tang knows that was my previous name. If you like, you can also call me Yuri!"
"Then, Mr. Yuri, welcome to my humble abode, please come in!"
In the Living Room, the maid served two cups of coffee.
Yuri got straight to the point. "Mr. Tang, I heard my cousin had a conflict with you. Here is ten million US Dollars. I hope you can forgive my cousin for his presumptuousness towards you!"
Yuri took out a Wells Fargo Bank check from his bag and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
"Your cousin? You mean Viggo!" Tang Song's fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the sofa. "I'm very curious, how did you find this place?"
Yuri crossed his hands. "Mr. Tang, I've been in the arms business for a long time. Large arms deals that appear in this world cannot escape my notice. A batch of AKs were sold to the Middle East a couple of days ago. This batch of goods came from New York. The actual shipping location was a warehouse in the Far East. That was one of Viggo's former arms warehouses!"
"Mr. Tang, those warehouses and Viggo's market are all yours. Here is ten million US Dollars! My uncle only has one son, I just hope I can take him home!"
(End of Chapter)