Early the next morning, Zhou Wen drove to the Purple Rose Restaurant again. Following him was Miss Nina, who had already drafted a contract.
However, when Zhou Wen got out of the car and saw Ti Jing and Zuo Mingqing who had been staying downstairs all night, he learned that Zhang Xiaoping had escorted Nicholas to the bank to do business. Natasha and two servants were the only ones upstairs.
exist.
Moreover, Zhou Wen had already seen Natasha's smiling face and waving hands through the window glass on the third floor.
After Zhou Wen waved to Natasha, he frowned and looked at the pools of blood on the ground and asked: "Did you encounter a situation last night?"
"A few blind people actually came to provoke me, but Ming Qing and I beat them away." Ti Jing explained angrily.
It turned out that shortly after Zhou Wen left yesterday, the Belarusian young man named Victor saw that there were only two Chinese guards downstairs in the restaurant. Although he saw that both of them were equipped with pistols, they did not feel that they were easy to offend.
However, he still believed that these timid Chinese would not dare to shoot casually.
Because, although they White Russians can only be regarded as second-class citizens in the concession, these local Chinese can only be regarded as fourth-class citizens, and their social status is even that of those Indians wearing turbans and smelling of sweat.
All three are worse. Especially the many Chinese residents nearby. When they see these gangsters, they just walk away from them. No one dares to cause trouble.
Moreover, as the leader of the gangsters on this street, if he saw a few Chinese with guns, he would be intimidated. How could he still hang out on the street in the future? Besides, this damn Nicholas still owed him money, no matter what method he used.
, we must find a way to get the money back.
He gathered a dozen Belarusian street gangsters and prepared to give these Chinese people something powerful.
To be on the safe side and just in case, he and a few of his confidants went home and took out guns.
Most of these White Russian gangsters are descendants of White Russian officers, and it is common for them to have several guns hidden in their homes.
So, when a dozen White Russian gangsters armed with iron bars and daggers surrounded Ti Jing and the others, Ti Jing was about to pull out his gun and shout a warning, but Zuo Mingqing stopped him.
"Senior Brother Jing, let them come."
Ti Jing didn't react yet and looked at Zuo Mingqing in confusion.
Why did Zuo Mingqing need to do La Ti Jing? The reason is simple: his hands are itchy.
If you warn them with a gun, what if they get scared?
Zuo Mingqing asked Ti Jing softly with a bad smile on his face: "Senior Brother Jing, do you want to fight?"
When he said this, Ti Jing reacted no matter how dull he was.
Yes, I haven't done anything serious for two months since I came off the battlefield. If I don't find someone to practice with, my arms and legs will get rusty.
So Ti Jing just laughed and became silent.
To say that these two people didn't say anything, they actually took a few steps back as if they were a little scared, which only made these White Russian gangsters even more arrogant.
"Hit!" Victor's voice rang out from the crowd.
A dozen gangsters rushed over, shouting in unison.
This is a gang fight tactic commonly used by gangsters.
There is strength in numbers and courage in numbers, and only in numbers can one exploit troubled waters and do evil things.
No matter what kind of secretive dagger or sneaky sap, they all just come forward to say hello. Just beat the person to death and hide the murder weapon casually. Even if the patrol comes, you can't find the real murderer. At worst, you will have to spend a few days in the prison.
He came out a good man again.
When they were about to rush in front of Ti Jing and Zuo Mingqing, they saw the two people smiling knowingly at each other. They both exerted force on their feet at the same time, like two whirlwinds hanging on the ground. They did not dodge or dodge.
He ran head-on into the onrushing crowd so directly.
Although these gangsters have a lot of experience in street fighting, they have never seen such wild speed and movement skills.
The first gangster with a stick didn't even lift the iron stick when a figure as thick as a bulldozer crashed into his arms. He felt as if his chest and abdomen had been hit by a big hammer, and he collapsed with blood spurting from his mouth.
He flew out and knocked several gangsters behind him off their feet.
This is still Ti Jing's mercy, but if it were a little devil, his sternum would have been smashed to pieces, and he would have met the King of Hell before he even landed.
Zuo Mingqing, who goes hand in hand with Ti Jing, doesn't talk about using softness to overcome strength. With the gangster in front of them, can they just stand up?
He also used brute force to knock the other gangster away.
The two of them rushed forward without slowing down, smashing the formation of these gangsters into pieces. At the same time, their hands and feet were not idle, taking action and kicking when they needed to.
I could only hear the sounds of various sticks falling to the ground, and the muffled sounds of fists hitting the flesh, and feet and feet bleeding. Of course, the sounds of all kinds of ghosts crying and wolf howling were unavoidable.
Although Ti Jing and Zuo Mingqing did not want to kill people, it did not mean that they could not hurt others. Therefore, when they attacked, they did not use much strength in their hands except to avoid a few fatal vital parts.
The gangsters who were knocked down had minor injuries to their hands and feet. Some of them had suffered serious internal injuries and were lying on the ground wailing. Some of them were vomiting blood and froth at their mouths and had passed out immediately.
The scarred-faced Victor, who was standing at the back of the team, saw that the situation was not good and was about to take out his gun from his waist.
Little did they know that although Ti Jing and Zuo Mingqing were punching and kicking vigorously, their precautions had not weakened. The battlefield intuition trained on the battlefield came into play, but Zuo Mingqing seized it in his hands at some point.
A dagger whizzed out from his body, and a steel bullet from his body shook out at the same time.
Victor was in a terrible situation. He was attacked by two masters at the same time. How could the ending be good?
Victor's high-octave scream was heard on the street, completely covering up the screams of other gangsters.
But he saw a dagger piercing the palm of his right hand, and his shoulder blade was completely shattered by a steel bullet. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that his arm was disabled, and even God would not be able to save him.
's right arm.
Victor's screams caused the group of gangsters to collapse completely. The remaining five or six gangsters didn't even dare to run away. They directly dropped the daggers and iron rods in their hands, knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands, and used knots in their mouths.
He shouted in stammering Chinese: "Surrender...surrender, surrender, I don't...dare anymore."
Another one was even more frightened. Although he was kneeling on the ground, he was already peeing and pooping, and he was babbling and crying in unintelligible Russian.
It seems that these White Russian gangsters are also veterans of squatting in the patrol room, and their arresting movements are more standard than the others.
The body cleansing was not enough, but I thought it would be too much to do it again, so I simply picked up the iron bars thrown by these gangsters on the ground, and then, while everyone was stunned, I broke each of them into twists with my bare hands, and threw them one by one.