DC Tyrant

In two days, Barty completely ruled the neighborhood where the brotherhood originally belonged.

Gather all the fraternity members, kill the two leading rebels, and then increase their welfare, one hand carrot, one hand big stick, if they refuse to accept, they will kill them, and they will have more money than before.

In the suicide ghetto, few are really willing to do it, because it's too bad.

Gang fires don’t happen all the time. Sometimes after night, no one knows who died in the stinky puddle, and the police silently ask people to take the body and burn it. The murderer is never found, and they don’t want to find it.

Here, there is no sense of security, and everyone lives in fear.

Bati's rule even brought a fiery twilight atmosphere to these neighborhoods, because new rules were established in front of everyone.

From the original 70% to 50% for female branches and girls, these people who live at the bottom and sell their bodies can live a little better than before.

Cancel the activities of buying and selling organs and abducting and selling children.

For the high protection fee that is already on the verge of despair, it is even possible to pay the protection fee more than three times a day in a month, and clearly stipulate a certain amount, once a month, and anyone who collects indiscriminately will have his hand cut off.

In addition, there are many rules about restraining gang members.

This kind of rule is extremely strict for those gang members who are unwilling to abide by the rules, and it is completely a kind of tyranny.

Not without others questioning it, because then each of them felt chained.

"Is this still a gang?"

"It's simply not realistic."

"We've always been like this."

"It won't work."

Usually, they can exploit as much as they want. It also happens that different people collect protection fees several times a day. They pass by the store and go in to pick up something. They don’t need to pay at all. Now they want money? Are we sure it's the underworld? Is it a gang? Is this still a slum?

They don't care about the grievances of ordinary people at all.

Now that the new boss is doing this, they might as well be good boys.

"I like to have rules under me, and I am the only one who can be unscrupulous."

On the spot, there were a few people who had objections. The person who complained was crushed by Ba Di, and splashed on the white clothes, like a demon god.

No one dared to oppose him again, and Bati also raised their interests a lot. Compared with these, it is okay to keep some rules, at least it is safe, isn't it?

No one dared to have a voice anymore.

Mike looked at the back of his boss in shock, and for the first time realized the man's inner ambition from Battie's rules for the neighborhood.

This is all about creating a country, these low-level people, he gave them survival without hesitation.

Where he wants to rule, the people live in peace.

Where he wants to rule, the people can have food and clothing.

Where he wants to rule, the people can belong.

Where he wants to rule, the people can have loyalty.

Ordinary people are raised by him like sheep.

I have been raised in captivity, and I have to be convinced to him, thank you very much.

He wants to stand high on the throne, overlooking everything, and dominates the life and death of life. He has the ability to give life to those who obey him, and those who disobey will not end well.

He just wants to be a tyrant, a tyrant in the whole world, only he can be unscrupulous.

In this world, only he is qualified to stand on the clouds and act unscrupulously.

Mike never felt that Bati had such a convincing charm. On the way to the metropolis, he laughed and asked Bati about his strength, what he wanted to do, and why he wanted to recruit his men, etc. He didn't think he could resist Nuclear bombs, I didn't think he could conquer and unify the earth in this way.

But now, he felt that under the white windbreaker, he was ferocious and cruel enough, capable enough, smart enough, and never cared about the life and death of others.

He was already a ruthless and tyrannical king.

Suddenly, a rush of blood surged in Mike's heart. There was a desire to follow the white figure, step on this planet, make him the master of this planet, rule everything, and everything is for Pamelodi.

"For Pameloti!"

In the fraternity nightclub, all the original fraternity members are there, the inside has been cleaned up, similar to a reception, everyone is nervous and cold, Badi is challenging their fear every moment, and killing them at will, making them panic .

The gang name Fraternity has disappeared.

They are now 'Pamelodi'.

Bati didn't change the name of any gang, but changed it casually with his own name.

"For Pameloti!"

Mike raised the wine glass in his hand with a solemn expression, and his throat emitted infinite heat. The solemn and fiery feeling was like a belief, shouting out a belief.

Leon was beside him, seeing Mike holding his wine glass high, subconsciously, he wanted to learn, struggling to pull the muscles of his arm, clenched his fist, and raised his right hand violently.

"For Pameloti!"

Leon said something, the voice was not loud, but in this fearful and quiet environment of more than a hundred people, the voice was a bit small, but very clear.

His heart was trembling, he had never been in front of more than a hundred people like this... Crazy, breaking through himself, attracting attention.

Like... he cut off that head.

Under the gaze of many eyes, his heart gradually became hot.

Burn up little by little! The scorching heat spreading from the heart, flowing through the whole body through the blood, made him excited and hot, his hairs stood on end, goose bumps aroused, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Be watched by others, be watched by others, let the eyes of the world be on yourself!

This feeling! ! That's great! !

"For Pameloti!"

He growled loudly, blushing.

Leon pounded his fists to the sky again, his scorching body trembling, his face excited, and his eyes burning.

I belong to Pamelodi!

Leon's excitement detonated his partners. They heard that Leon followed Badi into the headquarters of the Brotherhood two days ago, killed the three brothers of the Brotherhood, and then ruled the block.

This is like a legend, creating a legend by itself.

"For Pameloti!"

Leon's friends raised their fists unanimously, hitting the sky, blushing and shouting loudly!

They also want to do great things, young people should not be unknown! !

The world should belong to them!

Belongs to young people!

The old order disappears, and we create a new world!

Leon and his friends were pounding their fists into the sky like crazy, as if they were going to break out of the suicide ghetto, this poverty, this place of hopelessness.

"For Pameloti!"

Boiling is contagious…

The heat is contagious…

Madness is contagious…

Faith is contagious...

The members of the original brotherhood looked at each other in blank dismay. Slowly, people here raised their right fists and hit the sky.

"For Pameloti!"

From the volume of several people, gradually raised their fists one after another, until everyone raised their fists and roared angrily with red faces.

As if it had become a trance, like a virus, it was contagious, and this name brought everyone together crazily.

"For Pameloti!"

Huge waves of sound gathered beside Bati.

One by one was mobilized, and the roaring slogans gathered everything about them.

The crazy and fiery temperature burned up, and everyone stared at Bati with fiery eyes, roaring hoarsely, trembling with excitement, and the converging voices aroused everyone's goosebumps.

Bati's figure is like a pillar of the sky, and his stalwart body stands tall in the waves of sound.

"Hahahahahaha..."

He suddenly laughed, grinned wildly, and there was a faint red light in his eyes.

This feeling is so good, the whole world revolves around you, roaring around you.

He held his stalwart body upright, his smile stopped suddenly, and he punched the sky with his right hand.

One punch exploded the air, and the airflow fluctuated wildly in all directions.

The eyes of the surrounding crowd became even more fiery and crazy, they all punched their fists into the sky, their blood boiled, they were so excited that they trembled all over, and they roared with all their strength.

"For Pameloti!"