As Moses's men gradually surrounded Gustavo and his men, Gustavo's men formed a circle around Gustavo.

Gustavo's expression was cold with a hint of rage.

He felt that these hares were trying to pull dead lions by the beard.

He thought of his days in Mexico when he had thousands of men under his command. If someone dared to look at him for even a second, he would take out his gun and shoot him in the head without hesitation.

But now, he was in an American prison with no choice but to be threatened by these idiotic musclemen.

Noticing that he was outnumbered, Gustavo snapped, "Moses, what do you think you're doing?"

Moses nudged his men to the side and walked to the edge of the encirclement. He looked at Gustavo, pointed to his men, and grunted in a serious tone, "You are too boastful here. Some of my men haven't had a real steak in years, but there you are, enjoying the finest food every day!

“Half of them don't know what caviar tastes like, but I've seen you pouring a can