48 Hours a Day

No one had thought of this gang gathering, sponsored by the Jewish Gang and united with the three forces in the southeastern urban area, aimed at trying and sanctioning the recent actions of the patrol led by Zhang Heng, which was clearly ill-advised, but ended up simply letting go.

Those waiting to see the patrol joke are all foolish.

It is also unclear what kind of soup Zhang Heng poured on Lockheed et al upstairs. Ultimately, the three forces fully acknowledged the range of power currently achieved by the patrol, including the gang of soap and the anti-patrol coalition. The three forces, led by the Jewish gang, also acquiesced in their existence, relieving Soap et al.

Moreover, the three main forces did not prevent the patrol from continuing to expand in the south-eastern city, but agreed to a ceiling of 120 patrols, a figure that also allowed many to take a sip of cool air, which, while only a medium gang, would definitely become a nightmare for all but three, given the particularities of the patrol.

Fortunately, after Lockheed took care of the emotions of the vast majority of small and medium-sized gangs, and reached a series of agreements with Zhang Heng, severely limiting the rights of the patrol. As before, finding an excuse to disperse a force should not happen again, after which the patrol will return to their duties to maintain neighborhood security.

Taking into account, of course, the special circumstances of the south-eastern urban areas, where almost every gang is engaged in a criminal enterprise and the patrol is unlikely to wipe them out, the patrol deals precisely with sudden or more heinous criminal incidents, and the forces of the corresponding territory need help when investigating them.

In addition, from now on, all forces must ensure order in their respective territories, and once the disturbances have reached a certain level that affects the lives of the ordinary people around them, the patrol will also intervene.

This article is of course intended for Zhang Hengshu's performance, but no one knows if Lockheed also means Lockheed. It is well known that Lockheed is from the bottom, no one knows better than him what the life of the bottom people in this neighborhood is like. He has long wanted to do something for the bottom people who live here. He just sat in his position and had to think about everything. Some things were not good enough to do themselves, so he has not yet tried to do anything with the patrol's hands.

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In just half an hour, Zhang Heng and Lockheed fought around a series of important issues, probing each other's bottom line, and each bright card compromised with each other. Such a scene would be somewhat boring in the eyes of ordinary people, because there was no eye-catching battle, but for those in it, this negotiation was much more exciting than the battle that took place on the street.

Lockheed, the uncrowned king of the southeastern city, has been firmly in control of the initiative on the field since the first word he spoke. He has not much to say, but every word makes sense, while constantly exerting pressure on Zhang Heng.

And Golden Crown's boss has known him for a long time, and he works well with him. Their biggest advantage is that they know Southeastern City very well, and a hive gives them information, which also gives the two old men a considerable advantage in the negotiations.

But what surprised Lockheed was that, despite that, the Oriental man across the table had barely failed in the negotiations, both on the scene and on the ground.

He was alone in an environment surrounded by enemies, but was still able to remain calm from beginning to end. In the face of the three most powerful forces in the southeastern city, his level of sophistication made Lockheed even suspect that this was not the first time he had experienced such a situation, but it seemed ridiculous given his age.

Lockheed remembered that when he was as big as Zhang Heng, he was just a Jewish nobody named after him, only to see the Jewish boss tremble on his legs from afar, while the young man opposite him was able to respond with three eyes open.

However, Zhang Heng on the other side was also not easy, and despite his previous preparations, he found himself underestimating the legend of the southeastern city.

Lockheed was much harder to deal with than he estimated, so Zhang Heng also realized that his previous plan to integrate all forces in Southeastern City might have to be changed. Although Lockheed could still be replaced if he wanted to, this meant that he would spend more energy and time in Southeastern City.

Unlike the situation at Black Fan, when Zhang Heng captured the Cold Crow or became King of Nassau to survive, but this time his more energy or skill learning, Zhang Heng's main goal was to balance the blade of the library filled with the book of assassins.

Southeast Urban was just a transition, and Zhang Heng did not want to invest too much in the matter, even in order to build his own strength, so he was willing to accept Lockheed's offer and instead seek a stable coexistence of multiple parties.

However, Zhang Heng will not light up his bottom line prematurely in the negotiations. On the contrary, he remains quite aggressive, especially when he realizes that Lockheed is willing to see him in the hope of finding a new political alliance to settle for the Jewish gang the blood-sucking nobility attached to the southeastern city, and Zhang Heng finds more leverage than before.

So the negotiations between the two became more intense.

When Lockheed and Zhang Heng also reached a tough agreement on the last important issue, the old man held up a side glass, “Though you are from outside, I have to say that you also have some of the characteristics inherent in people living here, competing to win, grasping everything you can catch. ”

Zhang Heng also raised his glass, “Is this a good thing or a bad thing? ”

“It's both a good and a bad thing, depending on what you think, and if I were twenty years younger, I might want to fight you a few times, not just at the negotiating table.” Lockheed drank his own glass of wine and stood up from his seat with his granddaughter in his arms.

And the boss of the gold crown on the other side, the Sikaburi, got up with him.

Lockheed dropped the empty glass, "Next, let's leave the time to the young people, with specific details, you can talk to my granddaughter, we old people will leave you alone. ”

Lockheed walked to the stairs with Golden Crown's boss and the waiter next to him. After all, he was old. The negotiations just now, although hectic, revealed a bit of old age. After finalizing the main issues, he did not have the energy to peel with Zhang Heng in detail anymore.