The odds are 15, so Ferretti and Shi Zhong each earned 150,000 US dollars. Ferretti also made 50,000 US dollars after getting rid of 100,000 US dollars in the first game. He was so happy that he said he would treat Shi Zhong to dinner.
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When Shi Zhong and Ferretti walked out of the building gate, they met the three young Americans in the parking lot, or it would be more appropriate to say that Shi Zhong was waiting for them.
"An Italian bitch, a yellow monkey, a nigger, oh? And a chick, what, are you going to come and apologize to me? Or, you Italian bitch, want to lick my asshole?" one of them said.
Young Americans looked at Ferretti with a sneer and disdain on their faces. Although Ferretti had a tall bodyguard behind him, they were too scared of Ferretti to make a move because this was in San Francisco, USA. This was the source of their confidence.
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"Johnson, you shouldn't be so revealing, a bitch needs to wear clothes too!" the other two said jokingly.
"You damn Americans, wait until you cry!" Ferretti said with a sullen face and stern eyes. Growing up in a big Italian family, when had he ever been so insulted?
At this time, some people walked out in twos and threes and drove there in their cars. Soon, the parking lot was deserted.
The three American young people were so scared that Ferretti didn't dare to make a move. They said a few sarcastic words and then opened the car door and tried to leave. When they saw everyone, they basically left. They looked at Shi Zhong, who nodded and Ferretti gave Sal a command.
With a wink, Sal strode forward and blocked their car door from closing.
"Fuck you." An American was about to curse, but Sal's fist immediately greeted him, grabbed his head and banged it against the car door, and immediately pulled him out of the car, "Bang"
The car door closed, the key was pulled out and stuffed into the pocket.
Seeing that Ferrati dared to take action, the other two cursed with a hint of panic on their faces. They took out their phones and tried to make a call, but looked at Ferrati with a fierce look in their eyes.
How could Shi Zhong get what he wanted? When he thought about Johnson's number, he slipped and fell to the ground for no reason before he finished dialing Johnson's number. Ferretti shouted: "Sal, hurry up and knock them two down!"
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Sal is actually pretty good at fighting. He is a black man after all. The reason why he was knocked unconscious last night was simply because someone pointed a gun at his head and did not dare to resist. He was holding a breath in his heart. He had been together since childhood.
My brother was killed by a group of people for no reason, so he was just trying to practice with these arrogant Americans.
Not to mention, these Americans are also very talkative. They have some power in San Francisco but no strength at all. Sal knocked down the other two with two or three punches.
"Damn Yankee, I'll make you arrogant!" Ferretti treated his enemies harshly, kicking Johnson's vital parts several times. Suddenly, he rolled his eyes and kicked hard, hitting Johnson's lower body.
Johnson let out a heart-shaking scream and fainted immediately.
The other two looked at Ferretti in horror: "You are dead!"
"Hey, are you dead? I think you are dead. The worst I can do is leave San Francisco now. Let's see what you can do to me!" Ferretti looked at the two people sinisterly, frightening the two Americans who were just arrogant.
The two of them were trembling with desire to leave first.
"Okay, Ferretti, let's go!" Shi Zhong frowned secretly. He didn't expect Ferretti to be so cruel and ruthless, and even hit someone's lower body hard. I hope that poor Johnson is okay.
"Good luck to you!" Ferretti kicked the two Americans, got into the car angrily, and the Citroen roared away.
Here, two other Americans hurriedly ran over to check on Johnson, who was still screaming. When they saw the blood on his crotch, their faces turned pale. Johnson's father was a famous gangster in San Francisco. If he got out of the car to blame,
Ferretti said excitedly: "Your Excellency Poseidon, have you seen the expressions of those Americans? They are like dogs!"
Wang Ling said nothing. She found it difficult to see through Shi Zhong. Sometimes this young man was very funny, but sometimes he was very scary, just like just now, but she had to stay by his side and translate for him, because this young man was called
Ferretti's Italians seem to be particularly talkative.
Shi Zhong frowned and said: "Ferrati, you shouldn't have kicked that Johnson like that. That Johnson is not simple. Maybe we will be in trouble!"
Ferretti waved his hand and said: "What are you afraid of? In the worst case, we will leave now!"
Shi Zhong suddenly rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "But I have something to do and I can't leave San Francisco. Ferretti, otherwise, you leave San Francisco first and I will handle this matter?"
Ferretti became anxious upon hearing this and said: "Your Excellency Poseidon, do you look down on me? I have pure Italian blood, how could I do such a thing? And I believe I can help!"
Shi Zhong shook his head and was too lazy to say that this Ferretti was arrogant and arrogant and was really difficult to serve.
"Eh? Stop the car!" Shi Zhong suddenly shouted. Sal was very obedient and parked the car firmly on the side of the road. Shi Zhong opened the door and walked out and walked behind the car.
"Eh? Is it him?" Wang Ling and Ferretti also spotted a figure behind them. It was the bald monk who punched the two-meter-tall Russian man to death. However, the bald monk seemed a little miserable at this time, holding his left hand
He was holding a clay pot, his right hand was hanging down, and he was walking with difficulty. It was obvious that although the battle just ended quickly, he was also seriously injured.
"Need help?" Shi Zhong stepped forward and asked, speaking in English.
The bald monk glanced at the stone clock warily and walked forward, ignoring the stone clock.
"How far can you go like this? There are no cars on this section of the road. If you continue walking, your feet and hands will be useless!" Shi Zhong said loudly. He was speaking in Chinese this time. The bald monk suddenly turned around, shocked.
He said, "Are you Chinese?"
Shi Zhong smiled, knowing what the problem was, and said: "Of course I am Chinese, I guarantee it is true!"
Although the bald head was not as vigilant as before, he still maintained a certain degree of vigilance: "Why do you want to help me?"
Shi Zhong said with a smile: "You just said it, and I'm Chinese. If you don't treat your hands and feet, they will be useless!"
At this time, the bald man's right hand was swinging from side to side uncontrollably, and Shi Zhong could clearly see that all five of his fingers were deformed and the bones were cracked, which was shocking.
The bald man smiled and looked very honest: "If it can't be cured, my right hand is considered useless. Thank you for your kindness. If you can send me to the city, I will thank you!"
Shi Zhong frowned: "How do you know if it can be cured without going to the hospital? Is it possible that you want to live a life of a disabled person?"
The bald head shook his head and said: "The Russian was very powerful. Although I used my hidden strength to kill him in one fell swoop, his strength destroyed the tissue and muscle structure of the entire arm and cracked the arm bones. It cannot be treated at all!"
"An Jin?" Shi Zhong frowned. This was the first time he had heard of these things.
"It's a technique of using human body strength. I discovered it by chance. I just scratched the surface. My former master from Shaolin Temple mentioned it to me, but I didn't understand it even if I told you!" Maybe it's because of it.
Looking for help from Shi Zhong, the bald man's tone became better and he explained vaguely.
"Is it internal strength? Can you cultivate true energy?" Shi Zhong's eyes lit up.
The bald head was about to vomit and said: "Where is the inner strength of Zhenqi? My master has been in Shaolin Temple for thirty years and has never seen anyone who can master Zhenqi. However, the strength of the human body does exist. Most people can have it without practicing.
It’s hard to control!”
Shi Zhong was a little disappointed and asked: "Where do you plan to go?"
"Me?" The bald man chuckled, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, "Since my mother passed away, I have no home for a long time!" It turns out that the reason why the bald man came to boxing was to have money to send his mother's ashes back to his hometown in China for burial.
, this was the old man's only wish before his death, but she never expected that her son would give an arm for this wish.
Shi Zhong suddenly said: "If I can cure your arm and find a feng shui treasure place for burial in your mother's hometown, will you be willing to do something for me?"
"What?" Baldhead didn't react for a moment.
Shi Zhong repeated it again. This idea was not a temporary idea. When he saw the powerful fighting power of the bald man, he came up with this idea. The lesson of being forced to go abroad made Shi Zhong understand one truth, that is, he must have it.
With your own power, if your affairs were placed on Linba’s father, Lin Yuan, it would be a piece of cake. Why? He has strength!
"Who are you? What do you want me to do for you? Why can you heal my hand?" Baldhead asked, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.
"Don't worry, I won't ask you to do anything evil. Besides, I'm just a businessman. I just want a bodyguard because I see you are good at it. As for why I can heal your hand, this
You can rest assured that I will not deceive you, and I cannot deceive you!" Shi Zhong said lightly, "Besides, will the hundreds of thousands of dollars you won from boxing be enough for you to spend the rest of your life? I can also use my power to help your mother
Find a geomantic treasure place so that she can rest underground!" Shi Zhong knew from his tone that this bald man was a filial son.
Sure enough, when he heard the last condition, the bald man's eyes lit up and he said: "As long as you agree to my three conditions, I will sell you this one hundred and fifty kilograms of meat!"
"You said it!" Shi Zhong was secretly delighted that he had managed to capture a super thug so easily. Although he wasn't sure if he could beat the Indian in white he saw last night, he should be better than Brother Cheng!
"First, you have to ask the best Feng Shui master in China to explore the underworld in my hometown, bury my mother, and build a luxurious house for my mother. My mother did not enjoy a good day during her lifetime, and my unfilial son only hopes that she will be in the underworld.
Have a good life!" The bald man felt a little sad, stroking the clay pot on his left hand, which actually contained his mother's ashes.
"This is simple, no problem!" Shi Zhong replied readily.
"Second, heal my arm!"
"Okay!" Shi Zhong agreed, murmuring: If I don't cure you, what's the use of you? It seems that this bald man doesn't have any scheming, which saves him from worries.
"Third, help me kill Sampras!" The bald man's eyes suddenly flashed with fierceness, and he wanted to tear Sampras alive.
"Sampras? Chinese district gangster?" Shi Zhong frowned, this matter is a bit tricky.
"If you can't agree to these three conditions, I won't accept your help even if I become a useless person!" The bald head saw Shi Zhong's hesitation.
"//The fastest text update - < Shuhai Pavilion > - No ads // Why do you want to kill Sampras? And with your strength, can't you kill him?" Shi Zhong asked.
"He forced my mother to death. It was his men who pushed her down the stone stairs!" Bald Head said with hatred on his face, "I wanted to attack him several times, but there were gunmen around him and I couldn't get close to Shi Zhong.
After pondering for a while, he said: "Okay, I promise you!" First, take this super thug under your command. As for the matter of Sampras, consider it in the long term. If it doesn't work, you can only kill him. Anyway, if you massacre the Chinese, you will deserve to die.
"What are you talking about? What have you been talking about for so long?" Wang Ling walked over when she saw that Shi Zhong and the fist had been talking about something and still didn't come over after talking for so long.
"Nothing, let's go and give this dear friend a ride!" Shi Zhong said. Several people got in the car again. Wang Ling, as a woman, sat in the passenger seat, and Shi Zhong sat in the middle behind. However, Ferretti kept turning his head and stared curiously.