Torre's face was ugly, as red as a cooked lobster. The reason was naturally anger.
Does he hate Russians?
Naturally, he hates it, but he doesn't hate it so much that he is incompatible with it. For him, his hatred is more directed at the Turks. After all, these hateful pagans have ruled Romania for hundreds of years, killing and enslaving people.
Countless Romanians.
This hatred is passed down from generation to generation and has not diminished even after time and hardship.
As for national hatred? This is too far away from Torge. That is a problem that gentlemen should consider, although in recent years, gentlemen have been constantly encouraging students to spread anti-Russian theories and denounce Russia's greed and corruption.
But for Torgé, no matter how greedy and corrupt Russia is, it is not much worse than the aristocrats. The two sides are just laughing at each other. Therefore, he does not care about the hatred of the country.
There is only one reason why I keep looking for trouble with the Iron Eagle Society. The Iron Eagle Society and the Iron Hammer Gang are doing the same type of business without capital. We are peers, and it is Chi Guoguo’s hatred that our peers are the same!
In order to survive, Torre had to fight with the Russians. If one day he could enjoy the hot food without fighting, then he would have no hatred against the Russians.
But this was his previous idea. This childish idea was completely shattered after little Silvio was killed. Tozel had never had such strong hatred. The damn Russian pig completely ruined his good deeds.
He destroyed the key person he had finally discovered who could replace Gabriel.
This means that all his hard work in the past two or three years has been in vain, and his efforts have been completely useless. When he thinks that it will take another two or three years or even longer to find the next little Silvio, Togel becomes furious!
He wants to kill! He wants to drink blood! He wants to eat meat!
“Fuck!!!”
Torel shouted loudly, turned around, picked up the machete, and was about to gather people to go to the Iron Eagle Society to bloodbath him. He must be killed and his blood would flow like a river to dispel the hatred in his heart!
"Gang leader, what are you going to do?!"
Evans, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, caught the rampaging Torel and tried his best to stop him: "Calm down! Gang leader, you won't get any advantage by going to Iron Eagle Club now!"
Torel broke free from Evans' hand and shouted angrily: "I don't care! I want to avenge little Silvio!"
At this time, Torel's eyes had turned blood red, like a bleeding monster, or? Or like a bull that saw a red cloth. The horns on his head were already shining, and the nostrils were spraying with angry flames.
The stimulation can drive him crazy!
And Gabriel just stimulated him: "Why stop Evans, let him go, let him be chopped into meat paste by the Russians, it will be over once and for all!"
"What did you say!"
In a rage, Torel pointed the tip of his knife at Gabriel, as if he would attack immediately if he had a disagreement.
But Gabriel is not afraid, because he is confident. He was really worried when little Silvio was there before, because without him, that guy can fill his vacancy, although he may not be as good as him.
But at least it can maintain the Hammer Gang's shady business.
And now, little Silvio is dead. Once Torgere goes crazy and kills him, who can take over those businesses? The Hammer Gang's financial resources will collapse immediately, and then it will be over. By then, Torgere has been
Those enemies he has offended will all attack together, and they can kill him in a matter of minutes.
Gabriel knew that Torel was crazy, but he was definitely not crazy enough to risk his life. Besides, there was Evans as a peacemaker beside him. He believed that Torel would never go crazy no matter how crazy he was.
At this moment, Gabriel was in a really good mood. The pressure brought by little Silvio disappeared with his death, and the situation was completely reversed. Torgere had no way to deal with him for the time being, and it was his turn to take charge.
It's an old account.
"I said you want to die and don't implicate the brothers in the gang. How could the Russians not prepare you to take revenge after getting rid of little Silvio? Maybe at this moment they have prepared troops and are waiting for you to fall into the trap!
"
"If you are not afraid of death, then go and our brothers will visit your grave today next year!"
Torel gritted his teeth. He was on the verge of breaking out. He wanted to chop the fat man in front of him into minced meat right away. But he also knew he couldn't do this. After all, the Hammer Gang did not belong to him alone.
According to gang rules, even the gang leader will not escape death if he kills his brother.
Although it was a pity that little Silvio died, it was not worth sacrificing his life and position as gang leader for him.
Torel was a bit stuck. He gave up revenge like this, which hurt his morale. Moreover, he was forced to give up by Gabriel, which made him even more embarrassed. Seeing the fat man's fearless look, he became furious.
"Calm down, everyone!"
At the critical moment, you have to rely on the peacemaker. Evans stood up and pressed the tip of Torel's knife, and lectured Gabriel: "You should stop saying a few words! The gang leader was also furious for a moment, and his brother was killed for no reason.
If you die, if you don’t ask for an explanation or kill your enemies with your hands, you can’t be justified!”
Gabriel actually hates Evans. He always feels that Evans is just a wallflower who keeps putting a wall between him and Torel to maintain his own status. Otherwise, he has no connections in the gang.
Why should he be the deputy gang leader if he has no qualifications?
In the past, he still needed Evans' help to resist Torgere, but now that there is no threat from little Silvio, he is too lazy to deal with a nobody like Evans!
Gabriel crossed his legs and said nonchalantly: "Then let him go. Since you, deputy gang leader, think it is a good thing to let the gang leader die, then I won't stop you. It's up to you!"
Torel's nose was almost crooked with anger. Just now, he was planning to borrow the donkey from Slope. As long as Gabriel gave him a little face, he would let him go. But who would have thought that this damn fat man could be so bad? Damn, really.
Don’t you dare to kill him?
Tozhel was about to have another attack immediately, but Evans stopped him again, and this time the peacemaker also became angry:
"Comptroller, why do I think you are gloating over little Silvio's death? Although some brothers heard what the Russians said, who can guarantee that those people are really Russians?"
As soon as these words came out, Tozhel was suddenly shocked and realized: "Yes! The murderer is masked. Although he speaks Russian, does it mean that someone who can speak Russian must be a Russian? It can't be someone else.
What kind of bastard is that?】
Tozhel immediately set his sights on Gabriel. In his opinion, it was entirely possible for this fat guy to find a group of killers to pretend to be Russians and assassinate little Silvio. In this way, the Russians would take the blame, and he would also be relieved.
A serious problem kills two birds with one stone. If we can trick him into fighting with the Russians again, it will be a great harvest!