Chapter 1249 Message (2/2)
”Yes, mammoth ivory and many gangs,” Li Du raised his glass and motioned for a toast. ”Which gang are you in?”
The tattooed man sniffed. This made him a little wary.
Li Du's words made him think that their enemy came for them. However, ivory hunters would not usually solve their problems in the city. There were plenty of places to fight in the wilderness, and dead people would no longer be a problem.
With that in mind, the men relaxed.
The tattooed man said, ”We are all from the Monster Face Gang. Do you know it? Our boss is a red-faced Cossack, he is a cool guy.”
”Yeah, red-faced Cossack! May he be healthy and successful!”
Others followed, raising their glasses and shouting. It looked less like a toast and more like they were announcing who they were to Li Du and the others.
Li Du did not care about this. He smiled and said, ”I just came here, so I am not sure of the situation. Monster Face? Sorry, I haven't heard of it, but I did hear of the Ice Tomahawk.”
The men exchanged glances after hearing this, and one of them said, ”Ice Tomahawk? I admit they're a tough bunch of jerks, but they're screwed.”
”What do you mean?” Of course, he knew what that meant. The Ice Tomahawk gang was disbanded or broke up.
Sure enough, the big fellow smiled and said, ”This gang does not exist anymore. It broke up a month ago. Some of the bastards took the ivory and ran away, leaving everyone else with nothing.”
This was a big reason why gangs would go out of business. The poor and desperate who joined this field banded together not because of friendship, but to protect themselves.
The root cause of the trouble was the tusks of mammoths and other precious items. In order to do business successfully, the gang members would collect them, and after accumulating a certain amount, they would sell them off.
The Siberian moors were vast, and the buyers of ivory would all come from the outside. They could not sell every single tusk once they find it.
As a result, when the stock of ivory accumulated, there could be chaos within the gangs, and someone would try to steal the stash, usually the gang seniors who had more power.
Li Du took out a photo and said with a depressed look, ”Damn, this is too bad. I was looking for this guy to work with. He told me that he was in the Ice Tomahawk…”
Several people looked at the picture together and then looked blankly at each other, apparently not recognizing Jonas Malone.
There were many ivory hunters, thousands of them, and it was impossible for them all to know each other, especially if Jonas Malone was careful. He was discreet and would not draw attention to himself.
One of the men said, ”If you want to find the man from the Ice Tomahawk, I suggest you go to the Black Cross. The Black Cross has a lot of men.”
Li Du said, ”There are so many brothers in this bar. It can't be that nobody knows this guy. Who can help me find him? If there is good information, I will give him ten thousand.”
”Dollars?” Someone's eyes lit up.
”Dollars,” Li Du nodded.
A few big men moved. After a while, a youth with a fearsome scar on his face sauntered over.
He looked at Li Du and asked, ”Why are you looking for Bryant?”
”Bryant?” Li Du shook his head. ”My buddy's name is Black Snake. Of course, I only know his nickname. He did not tell me his real name.”