Tsuna's voice was neither salty nor bland, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

But the leader of the Savage Gang felt unprecedented pressure.

Because this is a choice between life and death.

The other party seems to respect his choice, but in fact he has no choice at all.

However, I am so unwilling to do so.

The Savage Gang is one of the three overlords in Harlem. He is the most powerful boss in the area, but now he has to bow to an inexplicable force.

So, so…

"I choose to surrender!"

The leader of the Savage Gang beheaded Tsunayoshi.

No matter how unwilling he was, he could not change the situation of being disarmed.

Even if he could change it, he couldn't solve the previous situation... He had an absolute advantage one second, killing the opponent until blood flowed out, but the next second, it became his own defeat.

This mysterious method is incomprehensible and incomprehensible... He can't resist until he understands it and has the means to resist it.

"very good!"

Tsuna nodded calmly and immediately looked forward, "Then, go and declare to all the forces in Harlem that you must surrender or die. I will get the answer within an hour!"

…

Old, low-rise buildings, dirty, smelly streets, the area with the highest crime rate in the United States... Hell's Kitchen is very similar to Harlem in every sense.

However, this is just what it seems.

Although both are synonymous with being dirty, messy, poor and even backward, the security in Hell's Kitchen is relatively better... This is somewhat inaccurate. After all, in terms of crime rate alone, Hell's Kitchen is the highest in the United States.

But Hell's Kitchen does not have such serious racial discrimination, and the atmosphere among gangs is also more relaxed. Unlike Harlem, where robberies, thefts and even firefights are often seen on the streets in broad daylight.

The chaos in Hell's Kitchen stems from poverty, and most crimes occur in remote places at night. If you follow the rules of locking the door when you go home and not wandering around at night, you will basically not encounter accidents.

But it is also this environment that has created a number of special professions.

Ham Lane!

An old alcoholic man over fifty who is also a doctor.

Of course, he is an unlicensed black doctor.

He is not like the shady doctors in most stories, who suffered an accident and had his medical qualification revoked. Instead, he is a liar who has taught himself the most basic medical knowledge and only knows some simple first aid methods.

But even so, he thrived like a fish in water.

Because Hell's Kitchen is a slum, most people cannot afford medical insurance, let alone pay high medical bills.

When people get sick or injured, other than going to the drugstore to buy medicine, they can only choose to fight or seek help from a rogue doctor.

Therefore, even if Ham only knows a little bit of medical knowledge and first aid methods, he still likes to get drunk alone, and even if he often kills people during the treatment process, there is still a steady stream of people coming to him for treatment.

Especially those with criminal records, even if they have money, they dare not go to the hospital and can only seek treatment from him or other black doctors.

At six o'clock this morning, Ham was drunk again.

Because he was late, he had just undergone an operation, and it took a lot of effort to remove the bullet from the patient's kidney.

Although due to lack of professionalism, half of the entire kidney was ulcerated, but at least he saved his life, and it is not impossible to live the rest of his life relying on the remaining kidney.

And he was so exhausted from this operation that he couldn't bear it without drinking some wine.

"Dong dong dong!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Harm picked up the wine bottle and took a long sip before he staggered towards the door. As he walked, he shouted vaguely: "Here we come, here we come, stop knocking."

"Crack!"

The door opens.

Outside the door is a narrow alley, and standing at the door is a gentle and virtuous beautiful woman... Her eyes are gentle, like light pink mist. Her lips are red, in sharp contrast to her pale face. Judging only from her skin and face

If so, she is a very young woman.

But she was dressed dignified and virtuous, with a calm temperament, especially the kimono decorated with lavender branches, leaves and bright red flowers, which added a bit of beauty, making her look like an aristocratic lady with extremely high cultivation.

Ham's eyes lit up, and he even woke up a little from his drunkenness.

He opened his broken teeth and prepared to speak, but he didn't want to let out a wine burp. The smell of wine filled the air, making him extremely embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry, I drank too much this morning!"

"It doesn't matter."

The woman placed the intercourse in front of her lower abdomen, with a slight smile on her face, "I came here this time because I have something to ask."

"...What, what's the matter?"

"I heard, doctor, that you often drink before surgery. Is this true?"

"have!"

Ham admitted it openly, but was afraid that the woman wouldn't believe it, so he added: "This is something that everyone in Hell's Kitchen knows. If you don't believe it, you can just ask anyone."

"I believe in you, doctor!"

The smile on the woman's face became brighter and she continued to ask: "I also heard that doctor, you often kill people!"

"I'm not God. It's normal to put people to death."

After Harm finished speaking, he raised his head and took a sip of wine, then squinted his drunken eyes and looked at her with a swaying body, "If you want to find trouble, don't beat around the bush and find me. This is Hell's Kitchen. You can escape from the disease by luck.

It’s a blessing to have suffered such a calamity, but I still want to enjoy the treatment services of a regular hospital..."

At this point, he couldn't help snorting and continued: "If you want to enjoy that, then why not go to a regular hospital?"

"No, how could I come here to cause trouble?" The woman squinted her eyes and said gently: "I only came to you after hearing about some of the doctor's deeds."

"Oh, what do you want from me?"

After saying that, as if he remembered something, he quickly stared at her with squinting eyes: "If you want to learn medical skills, it's not impossible, but you must pay the corresponding remuneration!"

"No, I still have some confidence in my medical skills."

"You're not studying medicine, and you don't seem to be sick, so why are you looking for me?"

"I heard that doctor, when you perform surgery on people, you will secretly remove the patient's organs and sell them to gangs. Is this true?"

Hearing this, Ham's expression immediately changed and he said sternly: "Where did you hear the rumor?"

"Of course I heard it from your patients."

As she spoke, the woman raised her right hand, turning it into a palm knife and stabbed into Ham's abdomen.

The severe pain made Ham's drunkenness disappear.

His eyes were widened, not daring to look at her confidently.

The woman still kept a smile on her face, but she retracted her hand little by little and took out the large intestine and kidney little by little.
Chapter completed!