Lu Xiaobei converted the RMB into ten thousand US dollars, took it out, and was about to leave when he met an old man with gray hair. The old man stood in front of Lu Xiaobei, staring at Lu Xiaobei and at the same time.
The money in Xiaobei's hand.
He is a Chinese, and Lu Xiaobei has always been friendly to his compatriots.
Lu Xiaobei said in English: "Uncle, is there anything you need my help with?"
The uncle nodded, and then said in Chinese: "Lend me some money." After saying this, four or five strong men came behind the old man, and they blocked Lu Xiaobei in front of the ATM door.
Lu Xiaobei knew from his own experience in leading young gangsters and looking at their clothes that these people were gangsters in this area. They must have noticed that Lu Xiaobei was young and looked like they had just arrived, so they thought
Blackmail Lu Xiaobei.
"I won't borrow it." Lu Xiaobei said bluntly.
"If you don't give it, you will be knifed!" The old man and several strong men behind him took out daggers. The daggers were hidden in their sleeves and could not be seen by others.
Chinatown is bustling, and there are people in groups of three and two everywhere. Everyone is very busy, each busy with his own things. Everyone notices what the group of people near the cash machine are doing, and no one knows what they are doing.
What kind of transactions are going on.
The daggers of these people couldn't reach Lu Xiaobei at all, but Lu Xiaobei didn't want to do anything here. Lu Xiaobei smiled and said, "If you have anything to say, put this guy away."
"We are from the Longtou Gang, and the West District of Chinatown is our territory. If you pay us the little money, you can do what you want. We won't embarrass you. If anything happens on the street in the future, the Longtou Gang will definitely help you." The old man had a bit of an accent.
Like the Cantonese flavor, it looks like **Lake at first glance. **Lake knows what type of people are easy to prey on, but this time they made a mistake.
Lu Xiaobei nodded and said, "I am from Daquan."
As soon as they heard the big circle, the old man and several people around him were stunned at the same time, and then immediately stepped back. After half a minute, the old man asked: "We don't touch the people in the big circle, and we can't afford to touch them. We took out the club cards."
, prove your identity.”
Lu Xiaobei didn't know that every formal member of the Big Circle would have a card with plum blossoms printed on it. The color of the card represented the status in the Big Circle organization.
The white plum blossom card is the lowest level, followed by the gray plum blossom card, pink plum blossom card, purple plum blossom card, brown plum blossom card, yellow plum blossom card, and the red plum blossom card at the top. Anyone holding a red plum blossom card is organized in a large circle
Li's status is quite high, equivalent to the manager of a region.
A higher level than the red card is the black plum blossom card. The person holding the black plum blossom card is a high-level figure in a large circle organization, and is also supported by high-level officials in society, or is a senior political official, a gangster, or a wealthy person.
There are rich people on one side, or they have the rank of lieutenant general or above in the military. There are very few people holding black cards. Such people are either rich or noble, and ordinary people cannot see them.
The highest leader of the Great Circle holds a golden plum blossom brand that symbolizes the color of the Chinese royal family. In the entire Great Circle Dragon Hall, only one person has a golden plum blossom brand card, and that person is the leader of the Great Circle, Zhang Zhenhong!
Lu Xiaobei didn't have any plum blossom cards of any color. When he made up the lie, he didn't even know that there were cards in the big circle organization. He could only continue to lie: "I forgot to bring it."
"Fart! People in the big circle would rather forget which page their heads are on than forget to bring the plum blossom card that symbolizes their identity. You lied to us!" The old man saw through Lu Xiaobei's lie, and several people took out more
The dagger slowly moved Lu Xiaobei closer.
Lu Xiaobei suddenly kicked the old man, and at the same time he kicked a way for himself to escape. Lu Xiaobei ran away. A group of people chased after him. They did not yell when they recognized him, but the dagger
Hidden in the sleeves, the speed of chasing people is not slow at all.
As Lu Xiaobei ran, he took out the Swiss Army Spur from his trouser pocket. The Spur was also hidden in his cuff, and he was going to go to a place with few people to fight with these people.
At the entrance of an alley, Lu Xiaobei suddenly turned in. The alley here is a little different from the alleys in China. In China, when it comes to alleys, they are a passage between bungalows and square meters. In San Francisco, alleys are floors and squares.
A passageway between floors.
The floors are all on the 40th or 50th floor, and the width of the hutongs is much larger and more spacious than those in China.
There are many Chinese people in Chinatown, and many Chinese people are of low quality, so the alleys here are mostly accumulation areas of garbage and used items. Cleaners come to clean them up every day, but new garbage appears in each alley every day.
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Lu Xiaobei stepped on the rubbish and rushed into the alley. The old man followed with four or five strong men. The old man secretly laughed in his heart. He ran into this place rather than come out healthy.
There were wild cats scurrying up and down from the trash cans in the alley, and the inside was full of stench. In front of Lu Xiaobei was a dilapidated brick house. I don’t know which beggar built it here. It happened to cover the other part of the alley.
One way out is blocked.
The old man and his men had already chased in from behind. The dagger came out of his cuffs, and the sharp dagger blade had a hint of cold light.
Lu Xiaobei knew that this fierce battle was unavoidable, so he flicked the Swiss Army spur in his hand, and the spur turned into a dagger. When the old man and others saw that Lu Xiaobei had a dagger in his hand, they were shocked, but then he held the dagger.
We continued walking in the direction of Lu Xiaobei, and no one backed down.
"I don't want to fight, I don't want to hurt my compatriots," Lu Xiaobei said. He is in a foreign country and is very kind to himself, but if he is kind to others, others will definitely kill him.
The old man knew that more than a dozen smugglers like Lu Xiaobei would die in the United States a day. The government and police stations could not control them at all, and no one was willing to care about the lives of these illegal immigrants. These smugglers without legal status would not be able to control their lives in the United States.
If America dies, it dies in vain.
"Give me the money and we'll let you live."
"I used the money to buy machinery for the place. Our place was smashed by black people. This money can allow our place to operate again. Without this money, all the hundreds of employees in our place will lose their jobs." Lu Xiaobei
said.
"I don't care what kind of situation you were in, or whether it was a black person or a white person. What we are talking about now is the $10,000 in your hand. If you give the money, you will leave with your life. If you don't give the money, you will keep it."
Even if you die, the money will still be taken away by us." The old man said that he was not afraid of Lu Xiaobei at all. From his perspective, Lu Xiaobei looked like a young man who had just grown up. He had never been through strong winds and langs, so he would be scared if he was scared...