Urban Super Medical Saint-Chapter 743 - 742 Daisy

"Wasn't the guy with Song Wenhong shot three times? How did he get discharged from the hospital?" the man with the black dragon tattoo pushed aside the Vietnamese girl beside him and frowned.

"I'm sorry, boss, we haven't been able to investigate this matter yet. As you know, the hospital is not an ordinary place, especially a hospital like Alfred's. The local government absolutely does not allow our people to mess around," the man with the green snake tattoo replied respectfully.

"That means we still have to work hard! Only when our people can move freely in upper society like the Mafia on Sicily Island, participate in senatorial elections, and dine with the Prime Minister, can we truly say that we have become a force, an organization, not just street ruffians!" the man with the black dragon tattoo said sternly.

"What you say is true! Under your leadership, that day will come soon," the man with the green snake tattoo complimented.

"For that day to come, we must first kill off the Chinese Gangs and the Hell rebels! With them around, our 5X gang will never have a day in the sun," the man with the black dragon tattoo said coldly, his eyes revealing a brutal and chilly murderous intent.

"What you say is true. However, now that the Jade merchant has been discharged, and Song Wenhong has made another appointment with Daisy today, I suspect they intend to reconcile. Once they reconcile, we won't be able to sit back and let them fight each other," the man with the green snake tattoo said, disappointment evident in his eyes.

"Daisy is an ambitious woman by nature. We're giving her such a good opportunity, she definitely does not want to reconcile. But if the Chinese Gangs sincerely want to make peace, and offer enough sincerity, Daisy might step down. Otherwise, if they force them too much, it may provoke the Hung Men and Qing Gang behind Melbourne's Chinese Gangs, even the Hell rebels won't be able to handle it! Originally, if the Jade merchant had died in the hospital, the attitude of the Chinese Gangs would probably have hardened, but now that the Jade merchant has been discharged, it's really hard to say," the man with the black dragon tattoo furrowed his brow, his face extremely gloomy, his eyes flickering with deceitful glints.

"Brother, forge ahead amidst dangers!" the man with the green snake tattoo said with a sinister cold chuckle escaping the corner of his mouth.

"Exactly, forge ahead amidst dangers! Kohl can die on the Chinese turf, so Song Wenhong can die on the Hell rebels' turf!" the man with the black dragon tattoo let out a similarly icy cold laugh, then waved towards a shadowy spot in the bar.

With a wave, a gaunt Vietnamese man, unremarkable on the street but like a ghost in the dark, emerged from the shadows.

"Boss!" the gaunt man called out, his voice cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Dandenong District Hell Riders Motor Club Hostel, kill Song Wenhong! Caucasians can't tell our Asian faces apart; I trust you won't make a mistake," the man with the black dragon tattoo said coldly.

"Sure!" the gaunt man replied coldly, then vanished from the bar.

"Damn, brother, this guy's temper is as stony as a rock in a toilet. If it weren't for his terrifying skills and marksmanship, coming and going like a ghost, unpredictable, I'd have just shot him," the man with the green snake tattoo grumbled, irritated that the gaunt man hadn't even glanced at him before turning away.

"I think if you tried to shoot him, you'd definitely be the first to lie on the ground! He wouldn't give you a chance," the man with the black dragon tattoo said coldly.

Hearing this, the man with the green snake tattoo shivered and looked fearfully towards the direction in which the gaunt man had disappeared.

Dandenong District, an area in Melbourne overrun with African-Americans, Vietnamese, Mexicans, and street riffraff.

In this area, it is generally not advisable to be out at night.

Because under the cover of darkness, many dirty deals and activities take place here.

This area was also where the Hell's Rebels Motorcycle Club roamed.

Every evening, dozens or even hundreds of high-powered motorcycles would thunderously roar through the streets and alleys.

They would shout and swing their clubs, terrifying passersby into screams and dodges, but they didn't kill or set fires, claiming they were just motorcycle enthusiasts. Thus, even the local police were helpless against them, letting them rampage through the area.

The Hell's Rebels Motorcycle Club hostel, located in a desolate part of the Dandenong District,

was surrounded by a vast expanse of neglected land and dilapidated repair shops.

After a night of wild rampaging, those who claimed to be mere motorcycle enthusiasts would park their bikes on this neglected land, and then on this same neglected land, in the dilapidated repair shops, and the club hostel lit by lights and blaring heavy metal, they would indulge in drinking, drug use, fighting, and promiscuity. Except for murder, every imaginable vice took place here.

This was their hedonistic lifestyle!

Tonight, the sky was cloudy and it was still early, but the night was already very dark.

Usually at this time, the club hostel would still be quiet because it was far from the peak of activity.

But today, the neglected land in front of the hostel was neatly filled with hundreds of high-powered motorcycles.

On the motorcycles, there sat people of various skin colors, all without exception wearing a necklace with a skull pendant.

Behind the multitude of motorcycles, on a balcony jutting out from the first floor of the hostel, a blonde woman with the appearance of an angel and a figure like a devil was holding a glass of red wine, gazing into the distance. freewёbnoνel.com

The blonde woman appeared young, probably around thirty.

Dressed in a sapphire blue strapless evening gown, holding a glass of red wine, leaning against the balcony railing, she exuded an air of exceptional elegance and sexiness, like a distinguished lady.

An elegant and sexy woman like this, in such a place at this moment, would normally attract the "onslaught" of a group of crazed men.

But oddly, all the men around didn't dare to face her directly. Even the four men standing behind her, dressed in black suits, bulky in build, with stern faces, looked at her with eyes filled with reverence. Only occasionally, in their reverent gaze, a flash of frenzy and greed would pass when they looked at her seductive silhouette.

This woman was none other than Daisy, referred to earlier by Song Wenhong as the Australia underground power's godmother!

A woman with an angelic face and a devilish figure!

A ruthless and powerful woman who dominated Australia's underground forces!