The next day.

Tang Dao slept in luxuriously.

Usually he is very disciplined and gets up at the right time. Especially after earning hundreds of millions, he becomes more cautious.

But I have to say that sleeping in is really comfortable.

He held the sink with both hands and looked at his face reflected in the mirror. His eyes were red, there was still an unknown liquid in the corner of his mouth, his whole body was sore, and his beard and hair were sloppy.

"What the hell..." Tang Dao shook his confused head, then closed the door, took a shower, and then felt a little more comfortable. He walked out wrapped in a bath towel, his head was wet, and he just sat on the sofa.

His mobile phone rang suddenly. It was a private call. Only his business partners usually knew about it. He picked it up in confusion and answered, "Hello..."

"Tang...Mr. Tang?" The voice on the other side trembled, it was a woman.

"I am, who are you?" Tang Dao asked with a frown.

"My brother is Mark Lee." The person opposite was very excited and crying, "Please save him."

Mark Lee?

It seemed that he remembered hearing John say that the doorman had that name.

At that time, I also thought that this guy could be considered a talent if he could wash the car so cleanly. At least he was very patient and careful, especially among Asians.

"What happened?"

Tang Dao thought for a moment and asked, first to see if the matter was difficult.

…

boston, chinatown,

In a phone booth, the little girl was trembling, her face was a little bruised, maybe she was too scared, she was trembling several times while speaking, and her eyes were looking around nervously, as if someone was arresting her.

"Where are you?" Tang Dao frowned, "I'll let someone find you."

"I'm in Chinatown..." As soon as the girl finished saying this, she suddenly heard a knock on the door outside the phone booth. She turned around like a frightened little rabbit and saw a man's face emerging from the outside.

She looked at him with a smile, but this smile made her head go blank.

The other party raised a baseball bat in his hand and slammed it towards the phone booth...

"Hey..." Tang Dao called, but no one answered. He frowned, put the phone back on the table, and shouted outside. The employee guarding the door opened the door and came in, "Boss, what are your orders?"

?”

"Tell the little angel and ask him to take people to Chinatown to bring back Mark Lee's sister."

"ok!"

…

"Let me go! Let me go..." The little girl's shrill scream made people's hearts tremble. When Tang from the delicatessen heard the scream, he ran out and stretched out his head to look. He saw dozens of people.

An Asian man holding a stick was walking unscrupulously on the street, and one of them was pulling the little girl's hair, and his clothes became messy during the fight.

"What are you looking at! If you look at it again, your store will be destroyed." One of them held up the baseball bat in his hand, pointed at Atang and stared at him. The woman in the store was so frightened that she quickly pulled her husband back and smiled at him.

Waving his hands, he lowered his voice to Atang, "What do you want to do?"

Atang pointed at the door, with an expression of indignation on his face, "Don't you see what they are doing? Wang Duzi, they think the Mark family is easy to bully, and now they are taking action. If you don't stop us fellow villagers, you can guarantee that this will happen."

What's the matter?"

The mother-in-law looked a little ashamed, but then she gritted her teeth and said, "If we are targeted by those idiots, will we still be in business? The first child in the family is still waiting to earn money to study, and the daughter's college expenses will be paid for a year.

It costs tens of thousands of yuan, and the whole family relies on this stall to survive, so don’t be stupid."

Atang's expression was complicated, but he finally sighed.

He also needs to eat.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and smoked it very irritably. The mother-in-law glanced at him. Originally, she would have complained if he smoked, but now she knew that he was unhappy, so she let him go.

…

"I don't believe that lame man can hide! Your brother ruined our good business and made me lose thousands of dollars. I will cheat on you and then sell you to compensate for my losses." The speaker

There is a bit of a northwest flavor in his voice, and he speaks slurred Mandarin. He looks like a Japanese devil, has a mustache, and his eyes are a bit inverted. When he smiles, he always gives people a very sinister feeling.

, and looked at the younger sister up and down, with a smirk on his face, and pinched the latter's cheek with his fingers, "I've heard that Mark has a pretty sister, but I didn't expect to be so handsome."

There was a little fear in the little girl's eyes.

This Chinatown has existed for hundreds of years. In addition to many local Chinese, in the late 1900s, various people also came to this country across the Pacific Ocean. They thought they could find gold here, but after arriving, they discovered that

All of this is a lie. The sense of loss makes some people become paranoid, so groups with a slightly quaint atmosphere like gangs are very common.

In addition, some "big guys" who returned home in the late 1900s did not have much subsidies and could no longer survive, so they took risks.

Don't you hear...it's a big circle?

Of course, this is just a general term, and the internal organization is chaotic. Their purpose is to protect the interests of Chinese in Chinatown. In fact, the essence remains the same. Protection fees, smuggling, etc. are all done. The so-called "righteousness"

Don't think about "Germany". It's like a false slogan written on the school gate: Study hard and make progress every day.

Of course, there are people who uphold this, but not this group of people.

This guy with the triangular eyes is called Duan Kun. I heard that he used to be a carpenter and he was ruthless. Even his compatriots were very aggressive. The protection fee was 50 US dollars a week for all shops. It was 200 US dollars a month. This was a huge sum of money.

Already…

But those white police officers won't come here.

Moreover, Asians have always stayed outside the political circle. They are too low-key and only know how to live their own lives. Even in the 21st century, many people are curious about Asians.

Duan Kun gently drew hair on the little girl's face with his fingernails, and with a hook of his backhand, their foreheads were close to each other.

"That bastard Mark can't run away... I'm going to break his other leg too."

A dozen people were walking arrogantly through Chinatown, and no one could mess with them. Even if someone from other gangs saw it, they would only glance at it. After all, that area is Duan Kun's territory, and he is just "cleaning up the house" by himself.

But of course, there were also people who had fought with them. Just as they were about to walk out of the archway, a group of big guys wearing white long sleeves with "Zhenbei Martial Arts School" written on the back stood in front of them. The leader was tall and thick, with stones on his arms.

Same, layer by layer.

"Wu Sen, a good dog doesn't block the road." Duan Kun said with a frown.

"People like you can only bully women." The big man said disdainfully, "Do you want us to practice?"

This martial arts practitioner has a bad temper. Duan Kun and his gang went to collect protection money before, and the two sides started fighting. Not to mention, the fists were not as strong as the opponent's, and there were people behind the martial arts gym, so this matter was left to nothing.

, Zhenbei Martial Arts School is also the overlord on his territory, so he won’t provoke him.

But when we meet each other, we will choke on a few words.

Duan Kun's face twitched slightly, and his right cheek still hurt a little. "Don't ask questions when I do things." He snorted coldly, and walked past him with Ma Zai.

"Woooooo~"

The low exhaust sound sounded suddenly, attracting the attention of both groups of people. Four Hutou Mercedes-Benz vehicles slowly drove to the entrance of the archway, and six or seven employees got out of the car in front, wearing suits, sunglasses, leather shoes...

Bodyguard comes standard.

"Is there a big boss coming?"
Chapter completed!