Chapter 401 - 400: Yuwen 100 Years Old
"Damn it, Rylan Cortez betrayed me?" As Nehemiah Blevins saw the police arrive and the taxi drivers and passengers clogging the hotel entrance, he cursed and dashed outside!
"What are you doing, where are you going?" Yusuf Zuck immediately chased after him.
Nehemiah Blevins ran back to his own room, then pulled out a fishing gear bag from under the bed, grabbed the double barrel gun, and while loading it, he cursed, "I’ll kill him!"
"Kill who?" Yusuf Zuck approached Nehemiah Blevins, snatched the shotgun, frowned and scolded, "If you go out there with a gun now, you’re going to get shot to pieces, believe it or not?"
"The bastard Rylan Cortez, he’s played too dirty; I’m not through with him today." Nehemiah Blevins, a fiery Mongolian guy, was so enraged at being betrayed by a friend that he felt like spitting blood.
Just then, the hotel manager rushed over in a hurry.
"Gentlemen, give me the gun and the bag; the police will definitely come up soon. You can’t have a gun here. Don’t worry, I’m one of Mr. Cunningham’s men, I’ll keep your gun safe." The manager extended his hand, gesturing for Yusuf Zuck to hand over the gun and bag.
Yusuf Zuck casually tossed the gun and bag to the manager: "Thanks."
"Don’t worry, it’s no big deal. We have dozens of people who can vouch for you. You haven’t gone anywhere tonight, just been drinking in the hotel," said the manager with a smile, turned around and handed the bag and gun to a waitress following him, who also quickly ran off.
Downstairs, the standoff continued; dozens of taxi drivers were not giving way, and the police were also puzzled. What were these taxi drivers doing here? Why were they blocking them?