Hope is full of fragrance.

The blue-haired man tilted his head and looked at Luke with a cold look.

Even though his status in Heshengtang is not high, he is very popular in Chinatown. What ordinary people fear most is scoundrels like him.

Ordinary people are in awe of real gang bosses, but because they have no interactions with them, that fear is not very deep.

To put it bluntly, they are not on the same level. Your gang bosses look down on you. There is no conflict of interest.

On the contrary, it is these gangsters who use dog-skin plasters that make the people hate and fear them.

They have plenty of ways to torment you.

Just like what happened today, they were determined that Li Zhaonian would not call the police. Even if they called the police, they would not be afraid. They dealt with the police all day long and knew the standards of police enforcement. They just stuck in that position and kept you stuck in your throat.

This kind of thing is not common in the United States. Even in Chinatown, only Chinese people who know the basics of it would not dare to do it if they were given the courage to change places.

If you encounter some bad-tempered restaurant owners who come at you directly with a squirt, it’s not certain who will lie down.

The great thing about these gangsters is that they are local snakes, familiar with the things around them, and they are the best at looking at people's orders. They know that Li Zhaonian does not dare to resist or do radical behavior, but they just want to tease you and disgust you.

Li Zhaonian's reactions were all within their expectations.

But Luke was an accident. When he pulled down the rolling shutter, Lan Mao was also a little confused. What did this grandson want to do?

Why don't you follow the routine?

The pockmarked boy rolled up his sleeves and yelled at Luke, "You little bastard, if you don't want to leave, what do you want?"

The blue-haired man stopped his younger brother and raised his chin at Luke, "Boy, what do you mean? You want to fight us and Shengtang, do you have the strength?"

Luke smiled and said, "Don't make excuses with me here. If you leave now, I will pretend that nothing happened."

Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk.”

The blue-haired man laughed angrily, "Boy, who are you? You speak very tough words."

Luke did not intend to reveal his identity as an FBI criminal investigation consultant. Firstly, there was no need to deal with these three gangsters. Secondly, he was worried about the impact it might have on Will.

Luke has not seen Will since he ran away from home, and he does not know whether he is really related to the murder of Zhang Qilong. It is too early to reveal his trump card now.

Luke guessed that Zhang Qilong's murder may be related to gangs. Once gangs are involved, things will become complicated. If He Shengtang knew the identity of his FBI consultant, he would have corresponding countermeasures and arrangements. Instead, it would be better to hide the identity of the FBI consultant.

Look for each other’s flaws and clues to the case.

"This is my uncle's restaurant, I'm in charge of this matter."

"Then I'll beat you too.

Fuck him for me." The anger was so intense that the blue-haired man didn't want to lose face in front of his younger brother, otherwise he would be in trouble in the future.

The pock-marked man was ugly and cruel. He couldn't wait any longer. He slapped Luke on the head and cursed, "I'm going to give you such a shame!"

Luke moved sideways, dodged the pockmarked slap, and hit the opponent's cheek with a right uppercut.

"boom!"

The punch was so solid that his pockmarked face was stunned and his body fell backwards.

Luke didn't intend to let him go. He stepped forward, waved his left fist and hit the opponent on the head.

"Bang!" and another fist.

The pock-marked man was completely stunned this time and fell straight to the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth.

Luke stepped on his stomach again.

"ah!"

The pockmarked man screamed in pain and curled up like a giant shrimp.

Another fat gangster didn't even look at it. When he saw his partner was injured, he also rushed over. He raised his right foot and kicked Luke in the crotch. He also cursed, "I'll kill you Male Gobi!"

Luke moved flexibly and retreated half a position, just to relieve the strength of the kick. He grabbed the fat gangster's right foot with his hand and pulled it forward.

The fat gangster was already rushing forward. Even though it was just a slight tug, he had already lost his center of gravity. He couldn't put his right foot down and could only rely on his left foot for support. Under the guidance of Luke's left hand, the fat gangster made a big jump.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Oh, my God!" The fat gangster sat down on the ground, covering his crotch with both hands, screaming in pain.

Luke raised his foot and swept his leg, kicking him directly in the chest.

The fat gangster almost stopped in one breath, fell backwards and rolled his eyes in pain.

Luke looked at the blue fur aside and waved, "come on boy!"

The blue-haired man swallowed, took half a step back, took out the switchblade from his pocket, and waved it in front of him, "Boy, you've offended the wrong person.

It’s not too late to kneel down and apologize.”

Luke took out his pistol and pointed it at the blue-haired man, "Little trash, which kid did you grab that toy from?"

Without Luke's need to say anything, the blue-haired man threw the switchblade directly, "Don't shoot! Let's leave now."

If you have a gun, you won't be wronged if you lose.

I also had an explanation in front of my younger brother.

Luke had no intention of letting him go like this. Since he had offended someone, he wanted to teach him a lesson to improve his memory.

These little bastards are all about eating rather than beating, bullying the weak and fearing the strong. If you give him a good beating, he will become more honest.

Luke put away his pistol and waved again, "Don't you want to avenge your little brother? Come here and I'll give you a chance."

The blue-haired man was a little timid and regretted not bringing a gun with him. He had a gun. Before he came, his younger brother asked him if he wanted to bring a gun with him. He thought carefully and decided not to bring a gun with him.

It's not appropriate to carry a gun in today's situation.

There is no need to rob Li Zhaonian and his wife. If they call the police, it will be troublesome for the police to find the gun.

But he didn't expect that Luke would suddenly appear, completely disrupting his plan. This grandson didn't follow the routine at all. Why did you put the gun away?

How dare I hit you?

I can't even beat you.

Lan Mao put on a boxing stance to defend. Needless to say, he was quite a bit of a stance.

Luke stepped on the offensive pace and moved his body closer to him, while Blue Hair slowly retreated.

Luke found the right opportunity and feinted with a straight punch with his right hand. Lan Mao ducked to avoid it, and Luke hit the opponent's right cheek with an uppercut with his left hand.

The blue-haired arms protect the cheeks and head.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Lan Mao was hit on the right side of his forearm. The pain made him gasp and felt as if his bones were about to crack.

That wasn't the end yet. Luke was throwing a combination of punches, an uppercut with his right hand that hit him directly in the stomach.

"Well!"

Lan Mao felt like his stomach was churning, as if he had been hit by a wild boar.

The pain made him tremble, make him feel nauseous, and make him sweat. He was knocked to the ground and curled up.

Seeing Luke walking towards him, Blue Hair was startled and rolled on the ground enduring the pain, trying to stay away from Luke.

Lan Mao didn't care about his image, rolled to the side, and tried to stand up.

"Bang!"

A figure flashed over and hit him hard on the head, causing the blue hair to completely soften.

I saw Yao Xin standing nearby, holding a frying pan in his hand, "I asked you to beat my husband, and asked you to smash my shop. Do you want to smash it or not?"

Yao Xin's eyes widened and she became a little crazy. She asked loudly and hit Lan Mao with a pan, "Bang..."

Lan Mao was photographed with blood running from his nose, half of his face was blurred, and he looked a bit scary.

Li Zhaonian hurriedly came over and snatched the pan from his wife's hand, "Okay, okay, he was knocked unconscious, he's fine."

"Woo..." Yao Xin sat down on the ground and cried loudly.

Li Zhaonian was also frightened and took Yao Xin's arm, "Honey, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me?"

"Auntie has been too nervous these past two days and was frightened by this group of people again. She should cry a little and vent her fear and everything will be fine." Luke offered his hand, pulled Yao Xin up from the ground and helped her to the chair next to her.

Li Zhaonian looked at the messy restaurant and the three gangsters lying on the ground with a heavy expression, "What should we do? Should we call the police?"

"Since they dare to make trouble, they are not afraid to call the police." Luke guessed that the three people had already reconciled their confessions, and they would definitely have a way of evading responsibility when the police came.

These gangsters are frequent visitors to the police station and have long understood the police's law enforcement standards. Even if they call the police, they will not get any advantage.

Serious people are busy, who has time to waste time in the police station every day, but these gangsters are different. Entering the police station is equivalent to going back to their parents' homes to visit relatives. Sooner or later, gang members will bail them out.

This is not Los Angeles, and Luke doesn't want to start a meaningless war of words.

Luke checked the injuries of the three people. Both Fat Gangster and Blue Hair were knocked unconscious, and their pockmarked faces were still curled up on the ground, motionless.

Luke pulled up a chair and sat not far from the pockmarked face, "Don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead."

The pockmarked face didn't respond.
To be continued...