Landlord in the Arctic

Each one looked more ferocious than the last, even scarier than the biker gangs in West Yellowstone City.

Diego instinctively shrank back, pressing himself into his seat.

"Your name is Diego. That sounds Mexican." Seeing the young man was a little scared, Feng Shan smiled and changed the subject to ease the tension.

Diego nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. I’m Mexican. I was born on Melon Ranch. Mr. Cecil hired us to work on the ranch. My aunt and uncle are on the ranch, too. Mr. and Mrs. Cecil are good people, and Sister Jenny is a good person, too."

Once he started talking, Diego wasn’t so scared anymore, and his words flowed much more smoothly.

He began to talk about his life on the ranch, a smile gradually appearing on his face.

"Can you tell me about Gruus?" Feng Shan asked, subtly guiding the conversation.

"Gruus is Mrs. Cecil’s eldest son. He used to be a really good person." Diego frowned slightly, lowering his voice as if afraid of being overheard. "He only became a drunk after meeting a bad woman."

After saying that, as if remembering something, Diego quickly added, "Gruus would never kidnap Sister Jenny. It must have been that bastard Gaston."

"And who is Gaston?" Feng Shan continued to probe, still maintaining his calm demeanor, trying to dig more useful information out of Diego.

The moment that name was mentioned, Diego’s expression twisted with rage. His eyes went wide, his face flushed red, and he began to curse loudly, waving his fists.

"Gaston is Sister Jenny’s ex-husband! He’s a total *carajo*—an asshole! A *bugarrón*—a damn faggot! He deceived Mrs. Cecil, he deceived Sister Jenny, he deceived everyone! That piece-of-shit *chingado*! The Holy Mother Mary should make him eat shit!"

Diego grew more and more agitated, curses firing from his mouth like a machine gun.

His whole body trembled with rage.

"Hey, calm down, calm down!" Seeing this, and fearing he might get hit by a stray fist, Feng Shan quickly reached out and gripped the frantic Diego’s shoulders, trying to calm him. "He’ll be punished. Just try to calm down, okay?"

"Sorry, sir!" After a long moment, Diego gradually calmed down, but his face was still etched with resentment. He ground out through clenched teeth, "That bastard hurt Sister Jenny. I really want to blow his brains out with a gun."

"Buddy, you need to give us directions," said Yves, who had been focused on driving. He slowly reduced their speed and stopped at an unfamiliar intersection, his eyes meeting Diego’s in the rearview mirror.

"Turn right and go straight. Blue Cloud House is in the suburbs." Diego quickly leaned forward, pressing his head toward the windshield and pointing ahead.

After giving the directions, as if he’d suddenly remembered something important, a worried look flashed across Diego’s face. He quickly turned to Feng Shan.

"Sir, Blue Cloud House is a headquarters for outlaws. Those guys are not good people. They’re a biker gang, and they’ll stop at nothing."

’A biker gang?’

’If they piss me off, I’ll send them all to the Far North Tundra.’

’Let them ride their bikes all they want in the ice and snow.’

Feng Shan snorted coldly to himself, but his face still wore a placid smile. He patted Diego’s shoulder. "It’s fine. You just lead the way. I’ll handle the rest."

The convoy sped along, passing through several neighborhoods before quickly arriving at its destination.

The so-called Blue Cloud House was actually a dilapidated factory.

The paint on the exterior walls was peeling, revealing a mottled concrete surface covered in messy graffiti.

A row of motorcycles was parked in the lot in front of the factory. Their bodies were flamboyantly airbrushed with various skull symbols and adorned with skull-like ornaments.

Further in, the large iron workshop door was spray-painted with incomprehensible symbols.

"Sir, this is Blue Cloud House. Gruus always hangs out here when he has nothing else to do." Diego pointed a slightly trembling finger at the large iron door from inside the car, his voice barely a whisper.

"You stay in the car," Feng Shan said calmly. At the same time, he swiftly drew his pistol, expertly racked the slide a few times, and confirmed the weapon was in good condition.

Then, without hesitation, he pushed open the door and got out of the car with sharp, clean movements.

「In front of the Blue Cloud House factory.」

Several biker gang members in leather jackets swaggered out of the workshop’s iron door.

Their hair was dyed all sorts of colors, as if they had knocked over a paint box, and their ears were full of various metal piercings.

They were standing idly in front of the door, smoking and chugging alcohol, laughing and chatting wildly.

Suddenly, the roar of car engines shattered the leisurely atmosphere.

They subconsciously turned their heads and saw four black Chevrolet SUVs, like giant beasts, aggressively pulling straight into the parking lot.

The biker gang members couldn’t help but cast curious glances their way.

This was their turf, the territory of outlaws.

’Who the hell has the balls to barge in here so arrogantly?’

One of them, a bald, tattooed man with a face full of brutish muscle, shot to his feet.

He viciously threw the beer bottle in his hand toward the convoy, cursing loudly.

"Fack!"

However, as people began to get out of the SUVs one after another, the bald man’s face instantly fell, turning ashen.

Because more than a dozen burly men poured out of the vehicles, each holding an AR-15 rifle. Their movements were crisp and efficient, radiating professionalism with every action.

"Don’t move! Hands on your head and get down!" Yves shouted, leading the veterans as they all raised their guns and barked the command in unison.

Seeing this, the biker gang members didn’t dare to act up. One by one, they meekly put their hands on their heads and squatted down.

One of them, panicked, quickly yelled, "Hey, man, we’re the Outlaw Nation!"

"Shut up!" Gunpowder’s eyes flared. He raised his rifle and brought the butt down hard on the speaker’s back.

With a muffled grunt, the man was slammed to the ground.

Gunpowder followed through by brutally planting a knee in his back, then jammed the muzzle of his rifle hard against the back of the man’s head while his other hand quickly frisked him.

In a moment, he found a phone and a pistol, which he tossed aside.

The other veterans were just as efficient, quickly moving in to wrench the other bikers’ hands behind their backs.

Then they took out zip ties and expertly bound their fingers, wrists, and ankles tightly.

The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, displaying an extremely high level of efficiency and professionalism.

The bound biker gang members could only let out pained, muffled groans, struggling on the cold ground but unable to escape their fate of being subdued.

𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Gordon and his three companions watched Yves and the others’ practiced movements.

They couldn’t help but recall being captured while poaching in the Crown Territory, tied up just as securely as these bikers.

’Don’t be fooled by a few thin zip ties.’

’Once you’re bound with them, it’s a terrible feeling. You can’t move at all—it’s incredibly frustrating.’

"Boss, they’re all cleaned up," Yves reported in a low voice, walking quickly to Feng Shan’s side.

Hn.

Feng Shan gave a slight nod, showing he understood.

He then walked unhurriedly over to one of the tightly bound bikers.

He slowly crouched down, his gaze fixed on the man, and asked calmly,

"Is Gruus in there?"

"Asshole! We’re the Outlaw Nation! What the fuck do you want, you yellow pig?"

The biker didn’t answer. Instead, he strained to lift his head and cursed at Feng Shan, his eyes full of defiance and contempt.

’This kid.’

’So rude.’

’Just answer the question. Why resort to insults?’

Feng Shan’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of displeasure crossing his mind.

He silently stood up and walked away without a word, leaving the biker to continue his tirade of curses.

A savage grin spread across Bat’s face. Without a second thought, he strode forward, yanked the cursing biker to his feet, and clamped a hand tightly over his mouth, cutting off any further profanity.

Gunpowder then unleashed a hail of fists on the man’s body.

He beat the man until his face was swollen and his eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets, leaving him a pathetic mess.

Meanwhile, Feng Shan had already walked over to another biker.

Still wearing the same calm expression, he asked again, "Is Gruus in there?"

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