Strongest Deceptive System

Hearing Shang Liang's words, the stall owner took out a cigarette case. With a trembling hand, he took out a cigarette and handed it over to Shang Liang.    

    

Shang Liang bit the corner of his mouth, and reached out to feel his pockets. It was only now that he realized that he was not a person who smoked a lot, and that he did not have the habit of carrying a lighter with him.    

    

Seeing that, the stall owner took out his lighter and lit it, bringing it in front of Shang Liang.    

    

Shang Liang squinted his eyes and took a deep breath. He exhaled a smoke ring and said: "Tell me."    

    

"Huh?" The booth owner did not react and said with a stupefied expression, "What did you say?"    

    

Shang Liang pointed to the eatery across them and said, "Let's say this restaurant doesn't even have 20 square meters of space!"    

    

"You?" The stall owner looked at Shang Liang with suspicion, feeling extremely flabbergasted in his heart.    

    

"I know, the front of this eatery used to be yours." Shang Liang said calmly, "Right now, you really want to take it back, don't you?"    

    

Hearing that Shang Liang had said something that caught his attention, the dealer was even more surprised.    

    

"Little brother, you and I have never known each other before. We've only met once, so how would you know about my matters?" The booth owner was puzzled.    

    

"Actually, I guessed." Shang Liang laughed and said: "I just saw you squatting here by yourself and smoking a cigarette, and saw that this eatery was especially nostalgic, so I guessed that you must have some sort of relationship with this eatery."    

    

"Little brother, you really are a god!" Hearing Shang Liang's words, the stall owner couldn't help but raise his thumb, and sigh emotionally: "No wonder you could turn black at such a young age … The big brothers of those people! "    

    

"Hehe, don't be afraid!" Shang Liang laughed and said: "Those people are hoodlums from the start, gangsters from the underworld."    

    

With just a few words, Shang Liang closed the distance between them.    

    

Shang Liang said: "Can you tell me about the matter between you and the barbecue shop now? I think you must really want to reclaim that little family reputation. "    

    

"Sigh, there's no use in thinking about it!" The stall owner faintly sighed, shook his head, and said: "The owner of this eatery is related to the Los Angeles government. A normal commoner like me, who is also a foreigner, in front of these natives of America, I simply cannot get any benefits."    

    

"Tell me, how did you end up losing this small face?" Shang Liang asked.    

    

"It sounds like tears to me!" "Back then, I had just arrived at America and was preparing to start a business. I wanted to do something big, so I signed a contract with the owner of this small shop and rented it for five years to manage my barbecue shop. However, after only two days, when I had just brought the house in, the owner of the barbecue shop told me that he had taken a fancy to the house and wanted me to move out of it. At first, I didn't agree. However, the owner of this eatery has relatives in the Los Angeles, so he would often send people over to pick a fight with me. I really can't open the restaurant anymore, so I had to bear with it and give this small door to the owner of this eatery for nothing! "    

    

"Oh, you!" When the stall owner's wife heard this, she unhappily said, "Why are you talking to my little brother about this? You've truly made me laugh!"    

    

"Auntie, don't blame uncle." Shang Liang said, "I asked uncle to say it."    

    

"Sigh!" The stall owner's wife sighed and said, "Both of us husband and wife have really suffered a lot! When he was at home, he was always attacked by his opponents when doing business. Now that he received America, he thought that he would have a good future, but it was still the same! It wasn't easy for me to set up a stall, and I'm always on tenterhooks! "    

    

"I've always thought that only within the country would there be situations where one opposes the market and uses one's authority to suppress others." Shang Liang coldly snorted, "To think that such a situation like this would happen in America."    

    

"Many of our compatriots in the country think that America is a democratic society, a paradise for commoners." The stall owner laughed bitterly and said: "Actually, they simply could not imagine that the social environment in the America was actually inferior to that in the country."    

    

Shang Liang thought, and waved Lucas over.    

    

Seeing that, Lucas immediately walked over and asked: Brother Liang, what orders do you have?    

    

Shang Liang pointed to the eatery across them and said: "Lucas, go and investigate what the owner of this eatery is like, what kind of background does the Los Angeles have?"    

    

"Okay." Lucas nodded, then took out his phone and started to make calls.    

    

After a while, Lucas replied: "Brother Liang, I had my younger brother investigate. The owner of this eatery is named Richard, and he is related to a Chief Officer of the Los Angeles Police Department. However, this Chief Officer has already been transferred to the Gambling City Las Vegas. "    

    

"Transferred Gambling City Las Vegas?" Shang Liang squinted his eyes and said: "That's much easier."    

    

As a result, Shang Liang took out his cell phone and called the mayor of Gambling City Las Vegas, Ali, to explain the situation here and ask him to put pressure on the police officer.    

    

After ending the call with Ali, Shang Liang stood up, threw the cigarette butt onto the ground and extinguished it with his shoe, saying: "Uncle, let's go. I'll bring you to the grill shop, let's go back to this small side door with Richard!"    

    

"Huh?" The stall owner's face was filled with disbelief as he said in surprise, "Little brother, are you serious? "Richard has a relative who is a police officer at the police station. You guys …"    

    

At this point, the booth owner was unable to continue.    

    

"Uncle, you're saying that we gangsters are most afraid of the police and can't deal with him at all, right?" Shang Liang said while laughing.    

    

The vendor lowered his head in embarrassment.    

    

"Uncle, you're right, we are indeed gangsters." Shang Liang laughed and said: "But, what I want to tell you is this, not only am I not afraid of the police, I will even take back this small secret house for you from the police."    

    

After he finished speaking, Shang Liang didn't waste any words, and directly pulled the stall owner along, walking towards the eatery.    

    

"Grilled meat, delicious grilled meat!" The barbecue shop owner, Richard, was standing at the entrance and shouting. Seeing Shang Liang and the stall owner walking over, he could not help but be startled. "Why, you also came to buy my roast meat!"    

    

The stall owner was a bit hesitant when he saw Richard's arrogant appearance.    

    

Shang Liang sneered, pointed at the shop behind Richard and said: "Richard, we are here to take back this small shop! "According to the usual procedure, this small facade originally belonged to the booth owner!"    

    

"Retreat to the small side of the door?" "I think you're looking for trouble!"