Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 343 He is a Big Shot_1

Chapter 343: Chapter 343 He is a Big Shot_1

Rashawn was startled, and immediately reached for his gun.

Unfortunately, before he could draw his gun, he froze.

He found that a group of men had emerged from the piles of discarded tires on either side of them, each carrying an AK47, with its muzzle pointed directly at his gang...

These men, all dressed in black with unkempt beards, had a fierce look in their eyes, like famished wolves.

Without a doubt, Rashawn knew that if he continued to reach for his gun, those men would not hesitate to shoot!

He quickly raised his hands, "Hey! Hey, friend, let’s not be hasty. Is there some kind of misunderstanding? I haven’t wronged you in any way."

Rashawn swore to God that he had never seen these men before. Surely, there were no gangs this fierce in San Francisco.

Especially the features of these men, they looked like the rumored "KB members"!

He had never provoked such ruthless people before...

The men on either side remained silent while a series of footsteps echoed from the front and several short but unusually sturdy men approached.

This man, just like the others, also had a bushy beard.

Clearly, he was their leader.

"Haha, you haven’t offended us indeed," the bearded leader croaked.

From the tone it was him who eerily welcomed them to "Hell".

Upon hearing this, Rashawn managed a smile, "Then it was a misunderstanding! We’re just here to buy some goods. As you can see, we’ve brought money."

As he spoke, he gestured for his associates to place the two suitcases on the ground, then open them to reveal stacks of US dollars!

As a gang leader, Rashawn was certainly not a fool.

He had planned that if he could use these two cases of dollars to escape unscathed, it would be a worthwhile exchange!

However, the bearded leader didn’t even glance at the suitcases filled with dollars. Instead, he turned to Slim, who was still sitting in his chair, the man who had sold goods to Rashawn.

He smiled and asked, "Aren’t you curious about how your old friend is doing?"

In Rashawn’s mind, what the hell did he care about Slim? All he wanted to do now was to get out of here safely...

But of course, he couldn’t say that. He forced a smile and replied, "Ah...he’s not my friend. Our relationship is purely business, he supplies, I buy. We’re not close."

Rashawn tried hard to disassociate himself from Slim, he strongly suspected that this group of bearded men had targeted Slim.

Becauese he really never met these people before, there shouldn’t be any grudges.

So he absolutely can’t say he’s close to Slim, fearing that these bearded men may vent their anger on him...

......

The bearded leader didn’t say anything; instead, he reached back and nudged Slim’s head.

What happened next made Rashawn’s heart lurch.

Because he only heard a "thud," a severed head rolled towards his feet!

Rashawn looked down only to find Slim’s severed head staring back at him...

In an instant, Rashawn felt his body go cold, his legs clenching together as a wave of warmth seeped down his thighs!

Not only was he terrified, but his associates behind him were also faring no better.

The sound of teeth chattering reached him; without having to turn around, he knew his associates were on the verge of collapse.

"You...you killed him...you killed Slim," Rashawn stuttered.

Actually, if it was just killing Slim, Rashawn wouldn’t be this scared.

He himself had killed before, he wouldn’t be too scared just by this, what he feared was the manner of killing!

Shooting to kill was simple, but decapitating a person...

That, Rashawn didn’t dare to do.

He no longer dared to look at the bearded leader, because in his heart, this man was truly a devil!

He was terrified that he might anger the man, ending up the same way as Slim!

"Ah, he shouldn’t have met such a fate, but I just hate drug dealers, so I sent him to meet his God. Rashawn, do you know why we’re looking for you?" The bearded leader asked again.

Rashawn’s mind was a blur, but as soon as the man mentioned his name, Rashawn knew, the worst had happened!

They were here for him...

Otherwise, how could they know his name?

He impulsively reached for his waist, considering the man’s cruelty, he figured they wouldn’t spare him either; better die fighting!

But no sooner had his hand touched the holster than there was a "pop", and Rashawn felt a searing pain in his right hand, and he cried out.

Looking down, he saw that his right wrist had been shattered!

The associates behind him huddled together, trembling with fear, daring not make any further move. It was a sight they had never seen before.

The bearded man walked up to Rashawn, calmly reached down and took the gun from Rashawn’s waistband, took a look, and tossed it aside.

Throughout this, Rashawn was clutching his broken right hand, his face pale and covered with cold sweat, biting his lip to keep from screaming.

But his trembling body betrayed him...

"Have you forgotten, just a week ago, you shot and killed a young Russian man in an alleyway behind a nightclub in the city center... What was the name of it... it doesn’t matter. " The bearded man continued in his hoarse, odd English.

Rashawn shuddered. So it was because of that!

He forced himself to lift his head, let out a wry smile, and said, "Because of him? Who the hell is he? Can you at least let me die knowing?"

At this point, Rashawn had hardly any hope left; he knew he wouldn’t get out of this junkyard alive!

Since it had come to this, he may as well die knowing what he died for, as it was better than dying in confusion.

"Haha, the young man isn’t a big shot, he’s just an average Russian veteran. But you should remember another person who was there that night. He looked Asian; he’s the big shot. I’m here in response to his request," the bearded leader said leisurely.

He really didn’t hide anything from Rashawn and told him the real reason.

Rashawn’s eyes widened in disbelief, and he asked, "That young man... is a big shot?"

He just couldn’t understand. He still remembered that clean-cut, refined young man. He didn’t seem like a big shot at all!