Fat Jack didn't know where these people came from, but as the leader of the crew and the general beside Yi Feiyang, he had the responsibility and obligation to ensure the safety of the crew and the smooth filming.

So the fat man stood up with his chest raised and said, "Hey, you bastards, don't be arrogant. I have learned kung fu! If you want to cause trouble here, you have to knock me down first!" After saying that, the fat man wiped his nose.

He gestured like a Kung Fu Panda, which was very impressive.

"Well done, fat brother!"

"Fat brother, defeat them!"

"Come on, fat brother!"

…

The crew members nearby couldn't help but cheer.

The curly-haired Indian Ah Fei narrowed his eyes and said with a sinister light: "Damn Fatty, you are asking for death!" After saying this, without saying hello, he punched the Fatty right in the nose.

"Oh, God, my nose!" The fat man never thought that these bastards would not say hello and had no martial virtue at all. He was immediately hit and covered his nose with blood flowing out.

"You... Damn it! You didn't even say hello when you took action... Wuwu! Damn you guys!" The fat man muttered, covering his nose.

"I'll hit you on the head. Who's saying hello to you?! Fatty, now you know how powerful I am!" Curly Hair said proudly. The sneak attack was successful. Let's see what else you pull.

The crew members nearby did not expect that the situation would take a turn for the worse, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Guys, smash this place and let them shoot the shit out of you!" Curly Hair continued to show off his power.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of hand, photographer Cindy took out her mobile phone in a panic, "Damn it, you can't do this! If you don't stop, I'm going to call the police!"

"Call the police? Who are the police officers? Let's see if they dare to come here? Man, don't be naive!" It seemed that he was verifying what Curly Hair said. A police car honked and a few fat Indian policemen got out of the car arrogantly.

, Li Laoyuan saw it was Curly Hair and his gang, and immediately got into the car and ran away.

The "inaction" of the Indian police made everyone on the crew dumbfounded.

Seeing that everyone was shocked by him, Indian Curly was even more proud.

"Now, ha, let's show these guys some color! Go ahead and destroy their place!" Curly Mao raised his hand to invite his men to come forward and smash them.

"Come on." Before these Indians could rush forward, Curly Hair suddenly shouted and was kicked out!

The cannonball-like curly hair hit the wall directly, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

So tough!

Too domineering!

These Indian guys have all been in group fights and are very confident in Curly Hair's skills. But for such a powerful person to be kicked out by someone, it's such a huge embarrassment!

Looking at the guy who suddenly appeared, it turned out to be...a guy with dark eyes and yellow skin, young and handsome. There was an Indian girl beside him, who was also very sweet. These guys recognized her, she was

A flower in the slums of this generation---Emma.

Needless to say, the person who stood up was Yi Feiyang.

Originally, Yi Feiyang didn't want to take action. For him, if he can solve it with money, he can solve it with money. Anyway, he is not short of money. As long as he can film the scene well, it will be OK. However, the other party's unreasonableness and arrogance, especially hitting the fat man, made Yi Feiyang

He was so angry that he couldn't help but kicked the opponent's little leader Curly Hair away.

Let’s talk about the gang of Indian gangsters. Usually there are only five or six people in total. They show off their power and walk almost sideways in this slum. I have never encountered such a thing. After being dumbfounded for a while, I came back to my senses and saw that Curly Hair was also

With tenacious vitality, he struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and yelled at Yi Feiyang: "Shit, kill him!"

Yi Feiyang's eyes narrowed, but before he could take action, the gang of Indian gangsters suddenly stopped and looked at a man coming from not far away, an Indian man who looked about thirty-five or six years old.

He has cool eyes and is very domineering. At this moment, his expression is cold, and his whole body exudes an indescribable cold aura, which makes people feel scared. Beside him, there are four or five equally tough Indian men, who look like him

bodyguards and subordinates.

Looking at the originally arrogant Curly Hair, he was completely wilted when he saw the other party, and his lips whispered: "Brother Jason, why are you here?"

Jason the Lion!

The most evil person in the slums!

The stern man didn't say anything, walked over and kicked Curly Hair to the ground.

Curly Hair is so miserable. He was kicked just now, and now he is kicked again. He endured the pain, and just when he was about to get up, he was kicked down again. The kick made his hair grow so long that he could not kneel down.

"Brother Jason, no, brother!" Curly knelt on the ground and begged.

The stern man grabbed his curly hair and slapped him hard twice.

The Indian curly hair was so slapped that his eyes were filled with stars and his ears were ringing, but he didn't dare to fart.

"Do you know whose territory this is?"

"Brother Jason, yours."

"Then do you know who is the boss here?"

"Of course it's Brother Jason...you're the boss."

"Then do you know the consequences of making trouble here without my permission?"

"I...I don't know!"

"Don't you know? Damn you bastard, it looks like you are still confused and you need me to wake you up!"

"Spare me, Brother Jason, I won't dare to do it next time, woohoo!!" The Indian Curly, who was very hanging just now, can no longer hang up.

The stern man snorted, punched out, and blood spurted out. Curly Hair was immediately knocked to the ground and could not get up again.

"This is a lesson, don't use my name to show off your power!"

Everyone around them was silent, especially the Indian gangsters, who were trembling all over, like antelopes before a lion.

After dealing with his subordinates, the stern man turned around and stared at Yi Feiyang and said, "Are you the director from Hollywood?"

Yi Feiyang looked at him with a smile on his lips, "I admire you very much!"

When the man suddenly heard Yi Feiyang's answer, he couldn't help being startled, and then said arrogantly: "I don't need your appreciation, man, I just want you to understand that my lion, Jason, is famous in this generation, not

The kind of little gangster who threatens others and asks for protection money!"

"I know this." Yi Feiyang said. "I have heard many stories from you from the police."

"So, you know me?" Jason was very dissatisfied with Yi Feiyang's attitude. He must know that in this slum generation, he is the king, not to mention these ordinary people, even the police must be polite when they see him, even

Yu Yao humbly called himself "Brother Jason", but to his surprise, the Chinese director from the United States in front of him not only still had strong calves, but also his eyes were shining, staring at him with a very ambiguous and bastard look.

Look at yourself. Jason, the majestic lion who always looks higher than his head, is very unhappy.

"You know, the reason why I allowed you to film here is because you donated 1 million to build an orphanage. I, Jason, am also very happy to see this kind of generous charity, but my friend, your attitude just now.

Also, your tone insulted me and damaged my dignity. Therefore, you must accept punishment!"

Looking at Jason, who considered himself the boss, Yi Feiyang couldn't help but smile. He hadn't met such an arrogant person for a long time, and he missed the feeling of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

Shrugging, "So what do you want, dear brother Jason?" Yi Feiyang asked in a joking tone.

Yi Feiyang's joking expression obviously hurt Brother Jason's self-esteem. No one dared to smile playfully in front of him, but the other party...insulted himself again and again---if "hippie smiling face" can be counted

Insulting words.

"It's very simple, use our men's way to solve it---I want to challenge you!" Jason said angrily.

Yi Feiyang looked at the furious "lion" in front of him indifferently: "Savage, rude, and direct, so this is how you solve problems! But... I like it!"

Yi Feiyang's words were so shocking that Brother Jason vomited blood. Is this a compliment or a mockery?!

"Ha, you tough talker, I'll let you know how powerful I am!" Jason was about to take action.

"Wait!" Yi Feiyang stopped him.

Brother Jason stopped and asked, "What are you doing?"

"How about we take a gamble?" Yi Feiyang looked at him with a smile, "If you win the duel, then..." Yi Feiyang took out a check, "This one hundred thousand US dollars is yours!"

"Damn guy, do you think you are rich? You are insulting me!" Brother Jason said angrily, and then glanced at the check in Yi Feiyang's hand, "---is it from Citibank?

Can you cash it in immediately?”

"Of course! No, I'll leave it here!" Yi Feiyang placed the check on the ground.

"So what if I lose?"

"It's very simple, you are at my disposal!"

"What? Damn it!"

"Why, don't you dare?"

"Who says you don't dare---be careful that I will bite you all over the floor! Chinaman!" Jason gritted his teeth, with a fierce and murderous look in his eyes.

"Are you looking for teeth all over the floor? I really hope you can do it!" Yi Feiyang said as he took off his coat and threw it to the people around him. Then he shook his arms and moved his ankles casually on tiptoes. His whole body looked...

He was particularly energetic and said to the people around him: "I'll take action later, but none of you are allowed to get in on me. I'll break the legs of anyone who gets in on you!" His tone was very cold.

Fat Jack knew that Yi Feiyang had "real skills", so he immediately shouted: "Boss, come on! We support you!" Then he turned around and said to the others: "I am the banker, buy one and lose ten, and I will win if I buy Director Yi! Who will follow?

"

"I'll follow!"
To be continued...