Chapter 422 The naughty young people you can’t mess with
Fang Ba pointed out that he could talk but in Chinese.
When the white-headed man saw the blade, his heart trembled. He didn't know Xia Xiaoluo or anyone else, but the blade had a special place in his heart.
In fact, Pulsatilla is just Dao Feng's influence in the Indonesian Big Circle Gang. More than a year ago, Dao Feng followed the instructions of his financial backer, Huang Zhuo, the son of the Indonesian tycoon Huang family, and came to protect Xia Xiaoluo, gave up the power of the Big Circle Gang, and brought
The big circle gang was handed over to another big boss, the old men under Blade, such as Pulsatilla.
, unwilling to succumb to others, traveled across the ocean to the West Coast of the United States to develop new forces. Relying on the one million yuan given by Blade to recruit troops and bribe the police, he was able to gain a foothold on the West Coast of the United States. The name of the big circle became more and more famous.
Its power is also growing, and it ranks among the top five gangs on the West Coast of the United States.
Just now, he received a call from Dao Feng, saying that he and his boss "Mr.
Take action against the big boss of our original Indonesian gang? Also?
That “Mr.
So short-sighted? Do you want to die?
Who is the toughest gangster in the world? Not the Italian mafia, not the Japanese yakuza, but the Chinese big circle. Damn, if you dare to attack the nobles of our big circle, I will chop them off.
However, Daofeng was originally his boss and gave him a lot of support. How could he not be nervous when he saw such a boss? He couldn't help but smile, and was ready to go up and give Daofeng a solid hug.
Before the white-headed man could react, Fang Bazhi stood up first, waddled to the opposite side of Xia Xiaoluo, pointed at his nose and cursed viciously: "You stinky boy! Just wait to die! Tonight you will
Don’t think about leaving Las Vegas alive, take a look at the scenery outside! This may very well be the last time you see the world!”
Then, he walked up to Dao Feng and Lei Ting, raised his hand and was about to slap Dao Feng - "Damn it, if you hit me just now, I will repay you twice as much. I will slap you until you cry. If you cry, I will kill you."
Got you!"
When Pulsatilla saw this scene, he felt extremely desperate and depressed. It felt like a drowning person who had just stuck his head out of the water and was stepped into the water again, choking on a mouthful of dirty water.
Thinking about the current situation again, he understood half of it. He had been wondering who offended our Blade Boss just now. It turned out to be the blind Fang Bazhi in front of him. Damn it, why are you so blind?
Can you mess with the blade? ### Mother! You are not only harming yourself, you can even drag me into the water!
There was an evil smile on Dao Feng's face, but he didn't move. What moved was Pulsatilla.
He quickly raised his foot and kicked Fang Balzhi sharply in the waist.
"Ouch -" Fang Bazhi was kicked directly, his body tilted, and he fell to the ground. He looked in pain and said in shock: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why did you hit me? The person who killed our brother is the one who killed us.
In front of you are these blind guys!"
"Damn it, shut your stinky mouth!" Seeing Fang Bazhi chattering incessantly, the white-headed man wanted to cut off his tongue. You are trying to trick me to death! He kicked Fang Bazhi in the chest and slammed his leather shoes.
Stepping on Fang Bazhi's chest, Fang Bazhi screamed.
The white-headed man stepped heavily on his feet a few more times. Fang Bazhi almost fainted. It seemed that he no longer had the strength to say bad words. The white-headed man then walked quickly to the blade, lowered his head and said: "Brother, you are here? I'm sorry, I didn't expect that."
Will this blind dog offend you? I have already taught him a lesson for you. If you are not satisfied, please personally enforce the law. Killing or beheading is a gift to him!"
Daofeng glanced at him indifferently and did not say anything. Instead, he introduced Xia Xiaoluo to him and said: "This is Mr. Xia. You have been clamoring to see him, and now you have met him."
The white-headed man raised his head in astonishment and looked at the tall and tall young man in front of him with disbelief. In his original imagination, Mr.
Full of age spots; or a gangster who was born in the underworld but has now bleached his hair.
He must have a beard, a rough appearance, and wear seven or eight yellow and orange gold rings on his hands. He never thought that his benefactor, who he thought about so much, wished he could tie a grass ring with it.
The benefactor who repaid his kindness turned out to be such a handsome young man with a handsome face, a long body and a tall body.
However, the young man's calm eyes exuded sparkling light, his calm demeanor was as calm as Gujing Mubo's, and his whole body exuded that kind of rock-steady aura, which suddenly shocked him - it seemed that the "Xia Xia" just now
"Sir" has already asked Dao Feng and the others to
He killed several people and stood in this pile of corpses with such an unchanging expression. What kind of heroic posture is that? He regards life as nothing. He must be the kind of hero who will become famous forever. It seems that he is
There is no doubt that the donor who funded him with 10 million yuan.
Thinking of this, Pulsatilla bent his knees and knelt down. He said proudly: "Mr.
Territory, let’s fight for it.”
Xia Xiaoluo turned his head and glared at Dao Feng lightly, thinking to himself, what job are you looking for for me? When did I say that I would come to the United States to be the boss of the big circle! Are you out of your mind?
Dao Feng stood there with a cold face, without saying a word.
Xia Xiaoluo suddenly had a flash of inspiration and understood the meaning. This white-headed man was quite smart. No wonder the Daquan Gang developed so rapidly under his leadership. Of course he knew that he definitely did not take the Daquan Gang seriously.
Otherwise, I would not have asked a question about the development of the West Coast of the United States for more than a year. He was just making a gesture.
Just like the sentence at the beginning of a foreign novel, "I dedicate this novel to my wife and my old father-in-law." The novel is "dedicated", and the wife's father-in-law is very happy, but in fact he still keeps the royalties. This is a good gesture.
I've given myself enough face. If I were really a young man who didn't understand the world, I would definitely be moved to death. Unfortunately - I'm not.
Xia Xiaoluo has a mental age of more than thirty years old, so why can't he see the deliberate "performance" of Pulsatilla? However, he is not disgusted. At least, Pulsatilla understands that without the thousand that Xia Xiaoluo gave to Blade a year ago,
Ten thousand yuan, Daquan would not be what it is today.
Xia Xiaoluo smiled and helped Pulsatilla up, and said with a smile: "Uncle Pulsatilla, how can you give such a big gift? According to your age, you should be my uncle. Let's not talk about so many rules."
"No, no, no. Brother Blade is my boss, and you are my boss, not to mention your support for us. Without you, there would be no Daquan today!" The eye circles of the white-headed man instantly turned red, remembering that he had just arrived.
When they were in the United States, a dozen of them were like lost dogs. Without the 10 million support given by Xia Xiaoluo, the big circle would probably still be struggling to survive. How could it be as powerful as it is today?
"No. That's just an external factor. It's not enough to have money, you also need people who know how to spend money." Xia Xiaoluo patted him on the shoulder generously. "Obviously, if you spend that little money
Very good. Well done, Pulsatilla."
The white-headed man received Xia Xiaoluo's praise and smiled, his heart was as sweet as drinking honey. He knew that more funding would continue to come in the future.
Fang Bazhi, who was lying on the ground, was stunned at this moment. He was so scared that he almost peed. He wanted to go to the toilet. Although he was a bit reckless, his IQ was still normal.
And anyone with an IQ above 50 will understand that the famous white-headed man, the talker of the West Coast gang, is nothing more than a man in charge in front of the "Blade Brother" who wears camouflage uniforms and has sinister eyes.
A little brother who only deserves to be looked at indifferently.
But this "Blade" is just a bodyguard of the young man who is respectfully called "Mr. Xia".
So, what kind of person is this young man?
What kind of existence is so amazing that it makes people feel terrifying?
Fang Bazhi hates Bengyaju now. Didn’t you fucking say that this young man named Xia Xiaoluo has no background and is just a nouveau riche who has written a novel and a few sour songs? How good is it now?
, your own boss is still nodding and bowing to his bodyguard, damn, I must throw you into the desert of Las Vegas to feed the rattlesnakes tonight!
But, can I survive tonight? Thinking of this, Fang Bazhi, who had been so arrogant just now, felt a warmth in his crotch—wetness.
Fuck, you can’t see Mount Tai if you have eyes, it’s not that you don’t have eyes, it’s that you are too far away from the level of “Mount Tai” and cannot detect their existence at all.
Bengyaju was not much better than him. Fang Bazhi didn't know the twists and turns, and didn't know him, so he didn't pay attention to him.
However, several clever men of Pulsatilla have already controlled him, otherwise he would leave. At this time, Bengyaju's face turned blue and white, and he was filled with regret. With a knife on his head, if he hadn't been a toad, he wanted to eat the swan.
Meat, even if I covet that beautiful girl, I won’t offend this little King of Hell.
It's true that a beauty matches a hero. To be honest, if Chu Xiuhan is given to me now, can I bear it? Only someone like Xia Xiaoluo is worthy of her.
This Xia Xiaoluo is an awesome person. The leader of the big circle has to shout "boss" when he sees his bodyguards. How can he, a 14k person who only eats scraps in Macau, be from the United States?
Opponents in a big circle? Not enough for others to fill their teeth.
Bengyaju secretly swore that if he could escape this disaster tonight, he would never mess with anyone again who is between the ages of 17 and 22. He has a tall figure and likes to wear cotton T-shirts, beige pants and canvas shoes.
Young men with a faint smile, because this kind of people have the greatest chance of pretending to be pigs and eating tigers!
"But." Xia Xiaoluo looked at the white-headed man with a smile.
[Thanks to Brother 354869104 for the red flowers. It’s really a surprise to see flowers at the end of the month. However, where did those two flowers go? Hum! It’s already in my plan to give Qu Xiaoyuan a confidante]