Who Cares About That!

New York, New Jersey. In an undeveloped stretch of wooded hills, a man in a sharp suit stepped out of a car. Undoing his cuff buttons, Liu Ren turned and asked, "Did we really have to test it out here? Why couldn't we find somewhere more convenient?" "John says live combat provides better data!" Hearing Liu Ren's complaint, A Chao stepped forward and handed him a brand-new Garand rifle. Catching the scent of pine and gun oil, Liu Ren raised the Garand to take aim. The very next second, however, A Chao shoved a Black man forward, grinning broadly. "Run!" "No, no, please don't do this! I was wrong!" Staring in terror at A Chao, the Black man dropped to his knees immediately. Taking in the scene, Liu Ren asked in confusion, "What's this about?" "This guy brought a few others to steal from the warehouse, and we caught them red-handed!" Looking calmly at Liu Ren, A Chao added, "They even dismantled critical machinery on the assembly line. John had to sweat over it for ages to get it fixed!" Hearing A Chao's explanation, Liu Ren walked over to the Black man with a warm smile. "Don't be afraid. Run forward. Once you make it into the woods, nobody can catch you. Trust me!" Seeing how much "kinder" Liu Ren seemed compared to A Chao, the man scrambled to his feet the moment he heard this and bolted like mad. Just as his figure was about to vanish into the woods, A Chao hurriedly raised his revolver. In the next second, however, Liu Ren stopped him. Grinning, Liu Ren shouldered the Garand and took aim. *Bang!* The first round missed, blowing apart the bark of a tree right next to the man and sending splinters flying. Realizing they were shooting from behind, the man began frantically weaving left and right in sheer panic. A second later, Liu Ren held his breath, his gaze turning icy cold. *Bang!* Gunfire cracked once more. The bullet tore straight through the man's back. As blood seeped out, the man scrambled forward, crawling in desperation, before finally collapsing in a pool of blood. "Woohoo! I love this gun!" Exclaiming in excitement, Liu Ren clapped John on the shoulder with a wide grin. Looking calmly at Liu Ren, John waved his hand, signaling the surrounding firearms engineers to begin measuring and calculating the test results. Watching their nonchalant work ethic, Liu Ren asked dubiously, "Why are they so calm about this?" "Because if John hadn't needed to wait for a weapon test, he would've shoved the bastard into a meat grinder that very night!" A Chao stared speechlessly at Liu Ren. When this gunsmith had first learned that key components had been stripped from the production line, he had been even more furious than they were! Hearing A Chao's explanation, Liu Ren couldn't help but feel a twinge of awkwardness. It seemed he had somewhat underestimated the kind of "freedom" on this side of the ocean. Stepping aside to take a break, Liu Ren lit a cigarette and said impassively, "The company's books have been running low on cash lately." "What do you need me to do?" Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, A Chao didn't probe with questions. Instead, he simply asked what needed to be done. After spending a year together, he knew that whenever Liu Ren brought something to him, Liu Ren already had a scheme in mind. "We need to expand our influence in Brooklyn! Casinos, horse racing, and the numbers racket!" Facing A Chao, Liu Ren's eyes took on a dangerous glint. Hearing this, A Chao was instantly taken aback. "Uncle Qing specifically told us back then that we weren't allowed to 'do business' in Brooklyn. The Jews will go to war!" "Who cares about that!" Pinching the cigarette between two fingers, Liu Ren curled his lips into a mocking smirk. Seeing that Liu Ren had already made up his mind, A Chao frowned. "How do we do it?" "Get smart, my friend. It's not like there are no grudges among the Jews!" After tossing out a few words of advice, Liu Ren's gaze turned chillingly cold. "I've caught wind that the Irish have been looking to expand their operations lately, but all the surrounding streets belong to the Jews. Go find someone to tamper with a few horses, then get a guy to place massive bets!" Once he grasped Liu Ren's scheme, A Chao asked in utter disbelief, "Aren't you a reckless brute? Since when do you know how to sow discord?" "What did you just say?" Cocking his neck to the side, Liu Ren stared at A Chao in shock, as if amazed that such frigid words could come out of a mouth that was thirty-seven degrees. After all, he was at least a slip-through-the-cracks graduate of nine years of compulsory education. How could he not know the Thirty-Six Stratagems?! Granted, when dealing with the Japanese or Black folks, Liu Ren usually preferred solving problems with an axe, but that didn't mean he lacked a brain! "All right, my bad, Ah Ren. I shouldn't have underestimated your intellect!" Looking at Liu Ren with a deadpan, serious face, A Chao delivered the line slowly. Hearing the apology only made Liu Ren feel worse. It would have been better if he hadn't apologized at all! It was so damn insulting! Zhang Cheng: *Insulting, my ass! Didn't your super intellect tell you to use super strength?* Liu Ren: *You piece of trash!* Lu Yan: *Senseless brute!* In New York, horse racing was a common affair. After all, people always needed entertainment. And the ones controlling this area were the Jews. Everyone had their own streets and generally wouldn't cross the line without cause. Not that this proved anything; after all, the Irish were no easy marks either. Don't think that the real "Mafia" consisted of suave, well-mannered figures who wore tailored suits and ties. In reality, the true Mafia were scoundrels ruled entirely by profit. For the sake of money, they would trample every shred of human morality into dust! Kidnapping, extortion, bank robbery, turf takeovers, and even gun violence—these were nothing more than daily routines on the streets! People assumed that the emergence of Black gangs had dragged prestigious "syndicates" down into street hoodlums. Yet what nobody realized was that when the Mafia made their first pot of gold, their methods were far more terrifying and brutal than anyone else's! And it was precisely because he understood this that Liu Ren put on such a "ferocious" display to the outside world. He wanted everyone who dared lay a hand on a Chinese person to know what kind of beast they were provoking! In this era of New York, fairness did not exist. Crossing the ocean to scrape a living here meant they were destined to be held down. In terms of status, they were regarded as even less important than the Black folks fresh off the plantations. Nobody would protect them. Only fists and solidarity could prove that they were not to be pushed around! A few days later, at a racetrack. When several drunken Irishmen showed up clutching their betting tickets to collect their payouts, the Jewish bookmakers were stunned. The races these men had bet on were all ones where unexpected mishaps had occurred on the track. Even with fury burning in their eyes, however, they chose to cash out the tickets on the spot. Too many onlookers were crowded around; if they didn't want to ruin their business, they had no choice. It was not just a matter of face, but of survival. Yet the moment the Jewish mob watched them stroll into Irish territory, their rage boiled over. Anyone with eyes could see that they had been played by the Irish. After hemorrhaging vast sums of money across several racetracks in a row, the Jewish mob prepared to retaliate. A sudden ambush erupted in the streets, gunfire popping like roasting beans. Standing by the window of a second-floor restaurant not far away, Liu Ren watched the chaos below with a smirk. "See that? That's the power of rage! A mere hundred thousand dollars or so, and those guys have already gone mad!" "Do you even hear what you're saying?" A Chao gave Liu Ren a deadpan look of utter disbelief. If Liu Ren were the one who had lost over a hundred thousand dollars, he would probably be even crazier than the mobsters down there! Liu Ren: *I might be a vegetarian, but the Orc Beastman sure isn't!* Orc Beastman: *Waaagh!*