Someone suddenly shouted in panic, and the remaining seven or eight enemies, ignoring their leader’s roars, turned and ran, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.

Defeat came like a landslide!

The battle began quickly and ended just as swiftly. By the time the gunfire ceased, Da Pao’s cigarette was still burning.

The four of them walked out of the bar, Niu Da dragging the leader by the ankle like a dead dog.

The fight at Parrot Bar ended even faster. Chen Wei and the others were already driving over to provide support.

"Retreat!"

Brother Quan ordered, throwing the leader into the back seat, and the three Suburbans sped away.

Despite the gunfire sounding like a fireworks display, no one from the street came out to check. Perhaps the town’s residents were used to the gang battles or simply didn’t want trouble.

Just two minutes after Brother Quan and his men left, several police cars on the other side of the street turned on their lights and raced toward the scene.

"Block off the area immediately!"

Miller gave the order, directing two officers with riot shields to lead the way and enter the premises first.

The Bullhorn Tavern was a mess, the air thick with the smell of blood. Bodies lay scattered all around, and blood mixed with the drinks from shattered bottles painted a tragic scene.

Miller was covering his nose, the muscles on his chubby face twitching, his eyes betraying a mix of disappointment, shock... and a hint of fear.

Disappointment because his little schemes had failed; fear because he was truly intimidated by the methods of that Huaxia person.

Before the shooting started, he had been waiting on the street next door, and now, only minutes later, over twenty Aryan Brotherhood members had been wiped out.

Who exactly is that Huaxia person?!

He felt somewhat fortunate for having made the right decision in the office without acting impulsively.

"He...help~" A weak call for help came from under the bar.

"Sir, there’s someone alive!" a policeman reported, preparing to check.

"Bang!"

A sudden gunshot rang out.

The surviving Aryan Brotherhood member was shot in the neck, his last breath extinguished, his eyes wide open in disbelief at the outcome.

The shooter was Miller.

He held a pistol he had just picked up from the ground.

The nearby officers were momentarily stunned, looking at their leader in disbelief.

Miller, expressionless, wiped the fingerprints from the gun grip and placed the pistol back on another nearby corpse.

"Sean, I think you’re seeing things."

His voice was cold as he scanned all the officers present, his gaze filled with undeniable threat.

The officers kept silent, avoiding his gaze and not daring to question him.

Besides... it wasn’t a civilian who died, so dead is dead.

Miller’s voice rang out again: "Remember what I said earlier, the Aryan Brotherhood clashed with other gangs, causing significant casualties, and when the police arrived, no survivors were found on the scene. Understand?"

"Understood, sir!" Everyone promptly responded.

"Good, this month each of you will receive double the salary." After the intimidation, Miller immediately offered a reward, the carrot and stick approach being effective everywhere.

"Guys, turn on your law enforcement devices and get to work."

The officers, upon hearing this, relaxed their tense nerves, their faces reflecting joy instead of fear as they began to hustle.

In this room, there wasn’t a single clean soul.

As his men began to clean up the scene, Miller walked to the bar’s entrance, pulled out a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

The cold air mixed with smoke filled his lungs, causing him to cough intensely but also dispelling some of the nauseating blood scent from his nose.

He gazed into the darkness toward the direction of the mine, his eyes flickering.

That young face kept surfacing in his mind, the strength and ruthlessness displayed beyond his expectation.

He realized this was definitely not just any ordinary businessman, differing vastly from those pliable Asian investors.

This was a lion from the East...

Exhaling deeply, Miller pulled out his phone: "Congratulations, Mr. Prosecutor..."

All those killed in the conflict were gang members, with no civilians harmed; the public might even applaud this outcome, and the prosecutors wouldn’t interfere.

Moreover, a considerable amount of contraband was seized at the scene.

During such times, the efficient judicial system of the United States is truly reflected.

....

Elsewhere, Brother Quan and the others finished cleaning all their used weapons, then packed everything into a box, to be handled later by Harris’s men.

After finishing their work, they gathered in the living room, discussing the subsequent plans.

"The Aryan Brotherhood has over a hundred people in Anchorage city. After suffering this big loss, they probably won’t let it slide easily and will send more people here."

"We need to discuss how to deal with these people."

As soon as Qi Yun finished speaking, An Zai eagerly said, "As long as these police don’t bother us, those lousy thugs can come and be smashed directly."

Qi Yun shook his head: "Though we’ve sorted the police here, we still need to be cautious, best not to leave any evidence in their hands."

"My suggestion is to deal with them outside the town, to avoid harming civilians and not worry about making a big scene."

Brother Quan nodded in agreement, staring at the map on his tablet, and after a while, he traced and zoomed in on the screen, finally settling on a spot.

"I think it’s suitable to act here. From the city to the town, this road must be taken. Besides, when we came, I noticed there were very few cars passing by."

"Both sides are forests. This hill is a good ambush spot."

Brother Quan’s words gained everyone’s approval.

"Then it’s decided." Qi Yun concluded, "We don’t need to annihilate them entirely, causing injury and driving them away is enough. You decide the specifics; I’ll find out when they’ll come."

"Xiao Wu, come with me for a trip."

...

Late at night, the police station was still brightly lit, destined to be a busy night.

Miller got out of his car on the roadside not far from the police station and got into the front Suburban ahead.

"Is the scene taken care of?"

"Yes, sir, there won’t be any issue. The prosecutor and the town mayor are quite happy to see those scumbags meet their maker." Miller spoke without a hint of awkwardness, calling yesterday’s so-called brothers scumbags today.

Qi Yun nodded satisfactorily: "How’s the task I asked you to get in contact with?"

"I’ve already asked my friends in Anchorage to pass the message to the Wild Wolf Gang. I’m sure they’ve heard the news by daylight, and will respond promptly."

"Alright, have you notified the Aryan Brotherhood?"

"Not yet, I was waiting for your orders."

"Tell them now, though it’s not really good manners to disturb someone’s dreams," Qi Yun stretched lazily, "Plus, when they’re sending people over, get the exact timing."

"Yes, sir." Miller immediately took out his phone, dialed the Aryan Brotherhood leader’s number, and put it on speaker.

Qi Yun listened quietly beside him, the conversation went smoothly, nothing unusual, and the person on the other end vented all his anger on Miller, demanding him to find the perpetrator before sundown tomorrow.

After hanging up, Miller raised his head, "Sir, as you heard, their people will arrive before dark."

Qi Yun pondered slightly: "It would be best to arrange someone to keep an eye on their base, and give me an accurate time when they depart."

Although Anchorage is not far from Fairbanks, the road is covered in ice and snow, the condition isn’t great, so it takes about an hour’s drive from the city to the town.

"Understood, I’ll follow your instructions." Miller replied vigilantly.

"Alright, Officer Miller, tonight’s cooperation is a good start between us. Trust me, without the Aryan Brotherhood, you can earn much more."