There are two huge stone lions lying on both sides of the gate. The stone lions stare with two copper bell-sized eyes, majestic and majestic. At this moment, the street in front of the stone lions is crowded with people.
In the middle of the crowd, a group of a dozen long-haired Latin Americans grabbed an old man and a little girl and pulled them, not knowing what was going on.
"What happened? What happened?"
"Damn it, a few red-haired devils are bullying us Chinese people!"
"Shh, keep your voice down, do you know who those red-haired devils are? They are the notorious hand-chopping gang!"
"Hand-cutting gang!?" Upon hearing this name, the person who just now had a rough and angry voice immediately castrated.
...
Listening to the onlookers pointing at each other, Chen Jinyuan roughly understood what happened in front of the Zhonghua Building just now.
Those dozen tall and burly delinquents are the notorious gang members of the Hand-Severing Party in Chinatown. After all, although this is Chinatown, it is still under the jurisdiction of the local government. After all, it is abroad, and the Chinese people are under the jurisdiction of the local government.
Bullying happens a lot, and you can only swallow it when you are on other people's territory.
The Hand-Severing Gang specializes in collecting protection fees, and merchants in Chinatown are often bullied by them. However, because the Hand-Severing Gang members are all Latin Americans, many merchants will choose to tolerate it after being bullied.
The brutality of the Gangsters' methods is simply outrageous. These gangsters usually carry a machete in their hands. When collecting protection fees, they will throw the machete on the table. If someone is unwilling to pay,
, just lift the knife and cut off the person's arm alive. The status of the Chinese people in the local area is very low. After something happens, the local police come and look around, which makes these gangs even more rampant.
In the middle of the crowd, several hand-chopping gangsters grabbed a pair of grandsons. The old man looked to be seventy or eighty years old. He was over seventy years old. He was holding an erhu in his hand. From a glance, he looked like a busker who had been slapped on the face.
Several slaps, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth; the girl next to her was about six or seven years old. She was wearing a floral jacket and looked somewhat delicate, but at this moment her face was covered with
Angry, he was caught in the hands of two hand-cutting gangsters and struggled, screaming and cursing.
A big man at the head pointed at the old man and mumbled without knowing what he was talking about. Chen Jinyuan was shaken internally. He pushed through the crowd in front of him and squeezed to the front. He had inherited eight foreign languages from Lu Qinghou, but he could listen.
What came out of this big man's mouth was Latin American language.
"Old guy, do you think we can't catch you if you are hiding in the building? How dare you not pay protection fees when performing here? Do you think you have a long life?" The big red-haired man grabbed the old man's hand.
He grabbed the erhu and threw it to the ground, breaking into pieces with a snap.
Chen Jinyuan secretly estimated that the fall of the big red-haired man had at least three thousand kilograms of force, which was comparable to the early warriors of the day after tomorrow.
"You bad guys, don't hit my grandpa!" The little girl's face flushed red and she kept struggling. Unfortunately, she was so weak that she couldn't move the hand-chopping gangsters who were holding her at all.
"Uncle, I don't know where we offended you. Did you recognize the wrong person?" When the old man saw that the erhu was smashed, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes. The erhu was like his life. Now that it has been smashed, it is simply worse than
The pain on his face hurt even more. The old man's eyes were filled with confusion. He had no idea why the big man wanted to hit him. Listening to the big man's gurgling, he had no idea what he was talking about.
Most people in this Chinatown know the grandfather and grandson. Everyone calls him Old Man Zhong. The little girl is his granddaughter Zhong Lier. The grandfather and grandson often play the erhu for the diners in the Chinese Building.
, singing little songs and making a living by doing business. Just now, the grandfather and grandson were caught by this group of people as soon as they came out of the Chinese Building, and then the scene just happened.
The big man looked back at the open door of the Chinese Building, as if he was expecting someone to show up. Then he turned around and saw the old man with a blank look on his face. He was also confused. This old man didn't understand Latin American language and was a complete idiot.
If you talk to a duck, whatever you say is in vain.
"Hey, Master Biao, the younger one is from Japan. He can speak Chinese and Latin American. Let me translate for you!" At this time, a man emerged from the crowd of onlookers and shyly approached the big red-haired man.
Next to him, Chen Jinyuan couldn't help but grit his teeth when he saw this guy. This guy was exactly the Japanese guy he met at the street corner just now.
"Okay, tell him, Master Biao, I will give him three choices, either pay the protection fee, or leave a hand to Master Biao. If you are not willing to these two conditions, hehe!" the red-haired man said.
He smiled obscenely and touched the little girl's chin, "This little girl looks pretty good. Why don't you take her back to me and serve me, Master Biao, and then my brothers, hahahaha..."
The girl shrank her neck in fright, but she was very stubborn. A normal little girl would have been frightened and cried when she saw this fight, but this little girl stared with big eyes and looked at her with hatred.
The big red-haired man in front of me.
"Oh, oh, oh!" After hearing the words of the big red-haired man, the group of gangsters immediately screamed strangely, looking like ruffians, dancing like a group of demons.
"Yes, Master Biao!" The Japanese man chuckled, nodded respectfully to the big red-haired man, turned to Old Man Zhong and said arrogantly: "Old man, Master Biao asked me to send you a message and give you three choices.
Either pay the protection fee, or keep an arm, or else take your granddaughter back to Master Biao so that the brothers can be happy!"
"What?!" A flash of panic flashed across Old Man Zhong's face when he heard this. Zhong Li'er was his darling. He was only seven years old this year. Thanks to this beast's words, the onlookers looked at this scene and were all filled with indignation.
, it is a pity that no one dared to stand up. The brutality of the hand-chopping gang has already penetrated into their hearts. These ordinary people simply do not have the courage to go against the machetes gleaming in the hands of those people.
"We'll give you money, we'll give you money. Could you please ask this man how much protection fee he has to pay?" Fortunately, there were three choices, and Old Man Zhong chose the first one without even thinking about it, whether it was his own arm or
My precious granddaughter is far more important than protection money.
"Okay, let me ask for you!" The Japanese man nodded arrogantly, but a glimmer of darkness flashed in his eyes. He turned to the red-haired man Biao Ye, and said humbly and in fluent Latin American: "Master Biao
, this old boy is ungrateful and unwilling to give any money. He also said that he would not choose any of the three options. If you have the ability, kill him!" To be continued...
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