Mourinho little has seen those black people wandering at the door of his restaurant. He can smell the dirty smell of the Hell Skeleton Gang without looking at it without his eyes or just smelling it with his nose.

At this time, he was actually a little grateful, because in order to increase the level of the restaurant, he chose to open the restaurant in a place where technology companies are crowded. The surroundings are all the financial owners behind the evil city. This special environment makes even the Hell Skeleton Gang, which is not at all rules, become jealous of the mouse.

It is one thing to offend your peers, but it is another thing to offend these financial owners. If the property of these financial owners is damaged due to some accident, then these financial owners do not need to do it themselves. Some of the gangs in all of New York want to act as the knife and give them a fatal blow.

Although the Hell Skeleton Gang is crazy, it is not stupid. They know very well who is the real master behind this city, so they always maintain restraint, just like a vulture staring at prey, wandering back and forth like this.

Time always creates the best attack opportunities for patient hunters. The Skeleton Gang people know very well that once night falls and the people from these companies leave their territory, they can become unscrupulous again. And Mourinho knows this very well, so now he is thinking about a question, that is, how to send his family out of this wolf den before this.

He had thought of rushing out like this and dragging the surrounding companies into the water with gunfights, so as to gain the chance of escape for his family. But let alone whether his injured body has such great ability, will he be swept into a sieve as soon as he goes out. The security guards equipped by technology companies alone may be able to close him the first moment he draws out the gun.

Don’t underestimate the security guards of these companies. What’s different from those who live in big cities is that the security guards here are all elites who have stepped down from the battlefield. Comprehensive military training and rich combat experience make it easier for them to deal with such gangsters than killing a chicken.

Mourinho was not very sure that he could play the trick of causing trouble in front of such elites and dying together. In addition to his strong opposition from his family, he could only give up such an idea.

If one plan fails, then naturally he can only have a second plan. Mourinho's mind is quite good, so he thought of a way to get away with it.

Because it focuses on high-end Mexican restaurants, Chivatanio's past had to transport fresh ingredients twice a day. These were transported by acquaintances who were specially contacted from a farm outside New York. Mourinho's idea was to secretly carry his family while the ingredients were transported in. This method allowed them to leave New York safely.

However, reality proved that his idea was too taken for granted. The Skeleton Gang was not stupid. Since he could think of this trick, the Skeleton Gang could certainly think of it. Although they would not risk offending executives who wanted to eat Mexican food, blocking the vehicles heading to the kitchen and conducting detailed inspections of each car was not a problem at all.

Even if they have to poke the fuel tank, they cannot let any living person slip out of their noses. It is precisely because of their mine-de-detective search that Mourinho's luck has completely turned into a bubble.

What he could count on now was whether the regular customers who came to his restaurant for dinner in the past could be kind and take one of his sisters away. But as long as he heard that this had something to do with the gang dispute, almost everyone wisely chose to refuse.

They are just small employees, but they don’t have the ability to help a person who is on fire to solve the problem. Although Mourinho’s younger sister is very beautiful and sexy, in the face of reality, no one is willing to use his life as the capital to smile on the beauty.

It can be said that he no longer has any hope. The only thing he can do at the moment is to extend his business hours as much as possible and use customers with complex backgrounds to delay the Skeleton Gang's upcoming invasion on them.

This is not a long-term solution after all, because a very realistic problem is that it is impossible for someone to eat all day long. Although their restaurant business has always been very good, the flow of people has inevitably become scarce since the lunch and evening.

At 9:30 pm, only three people were left in the restaurant. At this time, although the Skeleton Gang still maintained restraint, judging from their obvious frivolous actions, they were obviously ready to close the net.

Many black people have already begun to lie on the glass wall of the restaurant, grinning with white teeth at the people in the restaurant. This made Mourinho's sisters who acted as waiters tremble, but also made the diners present accelerate the dining speed.

Diners want to leave this place that is about to become a wolf's den as soon as possible. Mourinho could not stop their choice. He could only expect that new diners would come to the door at this time. But obviously, the more and more black people gathered at the door made his expectation become more unrealistic.

He was still expecting, and even saying that he had begun to pray in his heart. And just as he began to pray, a voice suddenly came from behind the black people.

"Can you please let me go? How can you keep people from eating like this?"

No one expected that at this time, there would be a brave man who dared to take such a risk. Mourinho did not expect that neither the black people would have expected. And in their surprise, a guy wearing a sweatshirt and a hoodie had already pushed away the crowd in front of him and walked into the restaurant with great strides.

His figure was tall, and although he was not as big as a giant that needed to look up, it was enough to create a large visual gap for Mourinho, who was only 1.7 meters tall. He watched his petite sister feel as pitiful as a little quail in front of this man. As his brother, of course he walked up immediately.

"Is there anything I need to serve? Sir!"

While pulling his sister behind him, Mourinho began to look up at the uninvited guest with his head raised.

He probably didn't seem to be in the same group as the Skeleton Gang. Because judging from his exposed skin color and face shape, he looked more like an Asian mixed-race child. He knew that there was no existence except Africans in the Skeleton Gang. So more or less, he was less wary of this tall Asian mixed-race child.

"I'm hungry and I need something delicious to fill my stomach. Is there anything I can recommend?"

Just like a diner who came here, this tall Asian mixed-race man sat in a random position and said what Mourinho wanted to hear the most now.

He was eager for diners to come to the door at this time, so he almost showed his greatest enthusiasm and introduced the guest in front of him.

"We have the freshest tortillas and the best guacamole. If you are not in a hurry, I suggest you try the fried beef my mother has. Her skills in this area are of the national treasure."

Although he was in danger, Mourinho still praised his mother's skills as always. This praise obviously attracted the interest of this diner.

"Well, since you said that, please give me a burrito and add some chili sauce. In addition, give me two more fried beef. By the way, there is also a glass of milk. I'm growing, and I don't want to grow into a short guy like you."

If someone dares to say such things to him in normal times, Mourinho will definitely break his leg. Don’t doubt the irritability of the Mexicans. There are not many Mexicans who come out to play gangsters like them, but they have a good temper.

But at this moment, he still had to rely on this guest to delay time, so naturally, he endured the resentment, and looked at the guest's tall figure and muttered to him.

"Okay, a glass of milk. Hope you can grow into a big guy like O'Neal."

The chef is Mourinho's mother, and she is already familiar with cooking food. Soon, tortillas covered with bright red chili sauce were placed in front of Asian mixed-race children, and of course, a large glass of milk.

As the savior of delaying time at the moment, Mourinho gave him the largest portion of food, with two pancakes as big as a human face, which is definitely enough for such a guy to eat for a while. Not to mention that there are two thick sirloin behind him, he believes that as long as this guy has a good appetite, he can at least delay it for more than an hour.

He made a good plan, but unfortunately, by this time, many things were no longer subject to his will.

At half past ten o'clock in the evening, the entire street was deserted. Only the door of Chivatanio was crowded with such a group of black people. They gathered more and more, and no matter the front door and back kitchen, they were blocked. At this time, Mourinho no longer dared to let his family leave his eyes.

He brought all his sisters, his wife and mother to the front of the restaurant. He himself, like a mother wolf who had been protecting his cubs, stared fiercely at all the enemies around him.

This kind of behavior does have a certain deterrent effect. At least so far, no black man has dared to come up to cause trouble for him. However, this situation is not entirely because of his deterrent effect. Another reason is that they have received the order from their boss.

At 10:45, a bald man in a black leather windbreaker walked in.

It was different from the situation where he needed to push and rush in before. As soon as this man appeared, all the black people blocking him consciously gave him a way out. This meant that his status was extraordinary, but in fact, his status in the Skeleton Gang was indeed different.

Selyol Rasley, the boss of the Hell Skeleton Gang, a famous existence in the black gang.

This is a not tall guy. With the support of a group of muscular men, his body can be called thin. At first glance, he is no different from those black people who take drugs and promiscuously. But I believe that if you look closely, anyone can easily distinguish him from the crowd.

There is no other reason for saying this. It is entirely because of his characteristics.

Selyol is very ugly. When he first debuted, some people laughed at him as a chimpanzee with shed hair. Of course, most of the people who said this had been poured into the cement by him. But now, no one dares to use such things as a bargaining chip to mock him.

He is a lunatic, and many people know that it is obviously not worth it to offend a lunatic for a moment of verbal pleasure.

Of course, ugly is just one of his characteristics. Another characteristic is the steel teeth in his mouth.

This steel teeth do not refer to the braces he wore to correct the teeth, but to the fact that all his twenty-eight lessons of teeth have been replaced with that kind of metal material.

According to the news released by the Skeleton Gang, this is the result of Selyol's victory in a battle. When New York was invaded by aliens, Selyol had a direct conflict with one of the aliens, and in the end, he bit off the alien's neck with his teeth.

Of course, this victory was not without a slight price. The price he paid was that his teeth in his mouth were infected and had to be replaced. In addition, his head was also cut into a hole, and he had to replace the entire forehead with steel plate. By the way, he had to lie in the hospital for a whole year.

Seliol himself was a very strong guy, and after that time, he became the thin-skinned appearance today. However, this change did not make him lose his dominance. On the contrary, because of this special experience, he became more dominant in the black group.

The Hell Skeleton Gang may not be the largest black force in New York, but it is definitely the most famous one. When it comes to mad dog Seliol, no black man in New York doesn't know about it. Of course, Mourinho is also aware of his existence.

He obviously became even more nervous, but by comparison, Selyol looked like an old god.

With the support of his surrounding brothers, he sat directly in front of Mourinho, then picked up the cigar that his brother lit for him, grinned at the mouth of his big steel teeth and said to Mourinho.

"You are lucky, Mourinho. I thought you were like your cousin who had no eyes, and I was beaten into a sieve by my subordinates!"
Chapter completed!