Song Hao has been practicing in the Gobi in the west. He has never heard of the prestige of the Gray family, let alone why the death of a family member can make Rhodes Town feel like it is facing a formidable enemy.

Even children and women did not dare to wander on the streets, and other shops were closed one after another. It was really unbelievable.

Everyone seems to be afraid of the arrival of something...

So he picked up the Kentucky bourbon handed by the bartender. The golden liquid in the glass was shining, and he asked tentatively: "So what is the origin of this Gray family?"

The bartender, who was just about to continue taking a rest, heard this sentence, his face suddenly darkened, and he kept looking around outside the pub.

After confirming that no one was wandering around, Song Hao was asked to go to a more secluded seat, and at the same time he brought a whole plate of pastrami.

The price is only six cents, which is generally fair.

"Sir, what I want to tell you is that any information about the Gray family's origins is a strictly prohibited topic in Rhodes Town, and you will be punished if you are found out."

Song Hao is a smart man. Since the other party is willing to call him to the corner to chat, it means that there is a certain amount of room for accommodation.

So what is needed to pry open this mouth?

Just a little money.

After all, humans are inherently greedy animals.

Then he took out a dollar from his pocket: "Is this considered your week's salary?"

The bartender's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly put the one-dollar bill under the dinner plate, then coughed a few times: "Sir, please don't go out and talk nonsense."

"Otherwise, if someone finds out, I will walk on the execution rack with you."

Song Hao didn't expect him to be so timid, but this also showed from another aspect how majestic the so-called Gray family was.

To be able to control people's thoughts to such an extreme extent is to do as they say.

At this time, several snores were heard, and they found that several drinkers in the tavern were very drunk and had long been lying on the table unconscious.

So Song Hao cut the beef with a knife, wrapped a piece of pickled radish inside, and replied: "Don't worry, you don't want to die, and of course I don't want to die either."

"Besides, I am just a drinker passing through, and I will soon disappear from the sight of Rhodes Town."

After receiving a positive answer, the young bartender finally breathed a sigh of relief and deliberately lowered his voice: "First of all, you have to understand how powerful the Gray family is."

"I heard from the older generation that the Gray family seemed to have settled in Louisiana in the middle of the last century, and also used slavery to conduct a high-yield tobacco business."

"In just ten years, their business partners covered almost the entire western region, including the nobles."

Listening carefully, Song Hao slowly bit the beef in his mouth. He understood the gold content of this sentence very well.

Because in today's Wild West, black people from Africa are obviously the most useful and cheapest labor force.

With only three dollars in your wallet, you can buy a healthy slave without even caring about his life and death.

After all, if someone died on the plantation one day, it would be easy to bury them on the spot.

Fertilizer is saved...

Thinking of this, Song Hao, who felt a little itchy in his heart, couldn't help but joked: "Didn't the Gray family make a fortune out of this?"

The bartender narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up a piece of pickled radish and put it into his mouth: "It's not just as simple as making a fortune."

"Half of Rhodes Town's industry is now in the hands of the Gray family. Even the chief of the police station is a member of the Gray family, and his name is Leigh Gray."

"In addition, their tobacco plantations cover most of the traffic arteries east of Rhode Island and west of Saint-Denis, making it inaccessible to others."

Having said this, he did not forget to kindly remind Song Hao: "When I quietly passed by there, I found many bodyguards with ferocious faces, all with guns in their hands."

"Let alone a human being, even if a wild wolf rushes in, it will be killed on the spot."

After hearing such words, Song Hao finally had a preliminary impression of the so-called Gray family.

Anyway, on the surface, he looks like a farmer and a wealthy businessman, but in fact, his family relationship involves the political and business circles, and his influence is very important.

Not to mention the town of Rhodes in front of us, even St. Denis, a more developed coastal city, may have some connections with the Gray family.

So he took a sip of Kentucky bourbon, and then raised a more concerning topic: "If this is really the case, why was the young master of the Gray family still killed?"

To be honest, I don’t believe that any fool would focus on a person like this, unless he feels that suicide is not exciting.

"This incident is strange. I heard that the person who was assassinated was Jock Gray. Although his status in the family is not very high, he can be regarded as a direct member."

"Don't believe it, last month he visited this pub with a beautiful blonde..."

Suddenly, a uniformed police officer walked in from outside the pub, and the stiff-faced bartender hurriedly handed him cigarettes and drinks.

Such blatant hidden rules for accepting bribes seem to be a tacit secret in any city.

Before leaving, the police officer couldn't help but look at Song Hao, who was still eating meat in the corner. He was obviously wary of strangers.

Then he said to the bartender: "Don't forget to close the door before nine o'clock tonight. I don't want to notify you a second time."

"Copy that. Anyway, there aren't many customers right now. I'll go and tell Mr. Mike later that I have to leave work early."

After watching the other party carry a box of wine and swagger out, the bartender hurriedly returned to his seat and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a towel.

He took a deep breath, his neck turned red, and he seemed a little nervous: "It scares me to death. If he finds out that we are talking about the Gray family, he will definitely kill us."

Although he encountered an unexpected situation, Song Hao was surprisingly calm: "As long as he didn't notice it, back to the previous topic, you haven't told me who killed Jock Gray?"

The bartender reluctantly drank a glass of ice water to relieve his pain, and then continued: "I don't know, Jock seemed to be riding a horse outside at that time, and he died unexpectedly on the way home."

"No one knows the specific method and time of the crime, because as his eldest brother, Sheriff Leigh Gray did not announce it to the public, and I am afraid that the matter is not simple."

"Anyway, in my opinion, the Braithwaite family is most likely involved behind this!"

Before he could even explain clearly, this inexplicable appearance of some family really made Song Hao a little dizzy.

However, before he could continue to ask for more details, the bartender in front of him seemed to see something very scary, and he hurriedly stood up and returned to his post.

Song Hao looked back and saw a police officer with a long beard strolling in. Judging from the police badge he was wearing, he must be the Leigh Gray mentioned just now.
Chapter completed!