Chen Qingrong turned around and smiled slightly, seemingly a little embarrassed, and said, "Okay. I'm really sorry for bothering you."
Xia Xiaoluo was also in a good mood. He had a bit of chivalry in his heart. He liked this kind of flowing and arbitrary character. He helped Chen Qingrong pull out his chair. The latter was walking towards Xia Xiaoluo's table. At this moment,
Several motorcycles drove over at lightning speed with a roar that was as domineering as the howl of wild beasts.
Hearing the deafening sound of the motorcycle, Chen Qingrong's expression changed. The smile that was originally on his face suddenly disappeared. He sighed, smiled bitterly at Xia Xiaoluo, and said: "This little brother
, I’m afraid, I can’t accompany you
You have something to eat." He grabbed the Maotai bottle on the table and put it into Xia Xiaoluo's hand. His other hand held Xia Xiaoluo's hand affectionately and said, "It's not a good time to stay here for a long time. You should leave quickly.
One day, if you come to the shop again, I will have a drink with you."
He smiled happily again and said: "Let me tell you, Brazilian barbecue accompanied by Maotai wine from my hometown, tsk tsk, it is simply the ultimate enjoyment!"
He pushed Xia Xiaoluo's arm and said calmly but eagerly: "Little brother, let's go quickly. Let's go quickly."
Xia Xiaoluo did not move, and looked calmly at the door. He saw seven or eight big men suddenly appearing at the door, some black and some white, wearing black leather vests, camouflage pants, and shiny leather boots. One by one.
The white people are tall and have fluffy chest hair and ferocious-looking tattoos. The black people are like black-faced gods, covered in black from head to toe, with the whites of their eyes exposed, looking menacing.
They all carried bright machetes and cardigan sabers in their hands, and they were menacing, as if they were ferocious beasts that chose people to devour!
Next to him was a Chinese young man who looked like a skinny monkey, wearing a fancy Hawaiian shirt, with a pale face and thin arms and legs. He looked like he had overindulged in sex and took too many drugs.
Seeing them come in, all the Brazilian waiters in the store avoided them and slipped out of the door close to the wall. But the Chinese came from the back kitchen and warehouse, carrying kitchen knives, large spoons, and rolling pins in their hands.
Yes, everyone looked at the incoming person nervously as if facing a formidable enemy.
Dao Feng and the others remained silent, holding small white wine glasses in their hands and sipping the wine indifferently.
Xia Xiaoluo turned to look at Chen Qingrong and said, "Is it them?"
Chen Qingrong saw that he had understood and did not hide it. He smiled bitterly and said in a low voice: "It's funny. These people are from the local gang, and their names are from the Capital First Command."
"oh?"
Xia Xiaoluo's eyes suddenly lit up. He had heard of this gang. Several Brazilian movies were shot based on them, and they won international awards. It is said that the director of a movie related to them was also influenced by them.
Chase. This gang is very powerful. They can do drug trafficking, murder, extortion, and any other evil things.
What disgusts Xia Xiaoluo the most is that these people like to do evil to Chinese-Brazilian residents.
He smiled calmly and said: "The name is very domineering."
"This... this..." Chen Qingrong smiled bitterly. "Little brother, this gang is not easy to mess with. You'd better leave quickly."
"Can you handle it?" Xia Xiaoluo poured a glass of wine into the cup, took a sip and asked.
"It's okay." Chen Qingrong was very anxious, and he was not sure about today's situation at all. He didn't want to hurt innocent people, so he deliberately pretended to be calm and calm.
"It's okay, I'll just take a look!" Xia Xiaoluo laughed.
Chen Qingrong wanted to persuade him again, but he heard the skinny Chinese young man standing arrogantly in the middle and said nonchalantly: "Where is Mr. Chen? Why are you so shy? You don't dare to come out!"
Chen Qingrong's muscles trembled, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He stood up, walked to the center of the restaurant with his hands behind his back, stood in front of the thin monkey young man, looked into his eyes, and said: "Six monkeys, no matter how timid I am, Chen Qingrong,
It’s better than you, a big smoker like a mollusk and a slug, with no bones at all!”
"Ah! Why are you scolding me?" Thin Monkey said in anger, his face flushed. He rolled up his sleeves, pretending to fight, but seeing that the big men at the headquarters didn't move, he lowered his hands and said: "Forget it.
Well, as the saying goes, if two countries are at war, they will not be killed without killing their envoys. I am engaged in diplomacy and will not fight with you!"
Among the big men, a white young man wearing a blue turban stepped forward, looked at Chen Qingrong fiercely, and said arrogantly: "Mr. Chen, a month ago, we have issued an ultimatum to you, this barbecue restaurant, and
The entire solipanema has a radius of three kilometers
The area here belongs to the territory of our First Command. You Chinese, either get out or pay a protection fee of US$1,000 every month! Now, one month has passed and you have not paid the protection fee, so,
You need to get out of ipanema!"
He stewed for a meal, then suddenly smiled proudly and said: "No, I should say get out of Brazil! You are not welcome here!"
Chen Qingrong's calm eyes suddenly shot out with anger, and he said coldly: "Tarance, Brazil, is a modern country. It is not a country of a certain person, let alone your private domain, Talrance! My fathers have already obtained the rights here.
Now that I have legal nationality, I have the right to do business and live normally here!"
Talance laughed, his tall body exuding the aura of violence and endless killing intent, and said: "Don't talk to me about the law! Legal knowledge is set up for us Brazilian natives. You low-class Chinese have no enjoyment."
Qualifications for legal protection!”
He said almost word for word: "You are an inferior race!"
Chen Qingrong smiled faintly and said: "I know you are unreasonable!" His expression became stern, and he fiddled with a string of sandalwood beads in his hand and said coldly: "Well, we will follow the rules of your Brazilian gang.
Rules, fight!
He gritted his teeth and said: "Every inch of mountains and rivers, every inch of blood, we will not retreat even if we fight against mountains of swords and seas of fire!"
"One inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood! Don't give up on swords, mountains and seas of fire!"
The shouts were hoarse and could not be said to be deafening, but somehow, they gave Xia Xiaoluo a great shock, reminding people of a word that makes people's blood boil - "Sorrowful soldiers will win!"
I don't know when it started, but more than 20 Chinese young people had gathered outside the restaurant. Some of them were dressed as students, and some of them looked like white-collar workers.
Some had rough skin and simple clothes, even the uniforms of the gas company. They seemed to be people engaged in some low-level labor. These people were holding simple weapons, and their eyes erupted with angry flames. They stared at Tarance menacingly.
Those people.
Xia Xiaoluo understood it at a glance. However, he still did not take action. Chen Qingrong was very good. Xia Xiaoluo had just made the intention of taking him as his subordinate. However, he still had to see his ability. If he did not have the ability to deal with such a simple
Xia Xiaoluo still needs to think about the turmoil.
Chen Qingrong also said just now that Chinese people in Brazil are also bullied by local residents. The law is in name only and never protects them. It seems that they have formed some kind of loose organization to protect themselves.
Tarance turned around, glanced at the Chinese outside the door with a sinister look, and laughed: "Dear Chen, just you yellow-skinned monkeys? Do you want to fight against the powerful First Headquarters of the Capital? Are you looking for death?
?”
"Let's do it!" Chen Qingrong stood upright with his hands behind his back and said calmly. "There is an old saying in China, it is better to be in pieces than in ruins. You Westerners who have learned the words 'I surrender' as soon as you arrive on the battlefield.
, you will never understand.”
Talance chuckled and glanced at Chen Qingrong, who showed no signs of timidity. For a long time, a look of disdain appeared on his face, and he waved his hand and said, "Do it!"
A dozen big men rushed toward the Chinese youth like tigers descending a mountain.
Chen Qingrong's body shrank in vain, suddenly like a spring, it straightened up, and shot out like a sharp arrow, with a pair of fists hitting Tarance's face.
Talance was stunned. He was very surprised. This man was so old and so fast! He was not weaker than a young man in his twenties!
In surprise, he hurriedly held the machete in front of him to block Chen Qingrong's fist.
Chen Qingrong's fists were fierce and powerful. However, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his kung fu foundation was still not weak. This sharp blow was useless. When he saw him blocking with a knife, his body shrank suddenly and spun around.
, his body was already like a top, dodging behind Tarance.
He jumped up high and kicked Talance's head violently. Talance felt a cold wind blowing behind his head, and his soul almost flew away. Regardless of his identity, he moved forward in an extremely ugly manner.
He jumped and fell to the ground to avoid the kick.
However, Chen Qingrong's body movements are so fast!
Tarance fluttered on the ground and had already missed the reaction time. Chen Qingrong spread his wings like a white crane and jumped up high, like an eagle pouncing on food. One foot was firmly planted on Tarance, and the other foot suddenly jumped up.
Kick the machete in Talance's hand.
The machete flew high into the sky. Chen Qingrong used his backhand to catch the machete steadily.
He put one foot on Tarance's chest, his eyes widened with anger, he held a knife in both hands, the tip of the knife pointed at Tarance's nose, and asked in a cold voice: "Are you convinced?"
It only took a minute to complete these moves. Xia Xiaoluo smiled, held the wine glass, and slowly took a sip of wine. He thought to himself, Chen Qingrong is good, his kung fu is second, and the most important thing is to be calm in situations. It can be said that
The character of a hero. In the future, when Tianxia Group controls Vale in Brazil, although the government will definitely come forward to protect him, he will inevitably encounter some things that are difficult for the government to solve. If he can be trained, he will be a rare talent!
Talance, who had been calm and composed just now, was now completely pale-faced, with cold sweat dripping down his face. His eyes were not only filled with fear, but also shock. He said tremblingly: "I'm convinced. Chinese Kung Fu... is really amazing.
"
Chen Qingrong glanced at his apprentices and clerks. Many of them were knocked to the ground, with machetes on their necks. Even if they were not controlled by them, they were covered with scars. He said in his heart that it seems that they will have to strengthen their strength in the future.
Training. Alas, I thought before that we should be honest and unwilling to teach them killing moves. It seems that our kindness will only be regarded as cowardice by others.
He hit Tarance on the shoulder with the back of his knife, gritted his teeth and said, "Let all our people go!"
Talance was in pain and wailed on the ground, saying: "Let them all go!"
The people from the First Command reluctantly let go of their swords. All the Chinese stood behind Chen Qingrong.
Chen Qingrong glared at Tarance and said, "Tarance, you saw it this time, you are no match for me! Let me ask you, will you come to us again to cause trouble in the future?"
"No, I will never come. Please let me go." Tarance said in a naive voice with a sincere look on his face. "Mr. Chen, I want to learn Chinese Kung Fu from you, okay?"
Chen Qingrong smiled slightly. Xia Xiaoluo secretly yelled, "Mr. Chen, is a bit too naive. How can such a villain have any credibility?" But he didn't make a move, still watching coldly, and just used a strike on the blade.
wink.
Chen Qingrong raised his feet, put away the knife, stretched out his hand to pick up Tarance, and said with a smile: "Chinese Kung Fu is about strengthening the body, and harmony is the most important thing. If you learn these, don't use them to kill people!"
Talance stood up and bowed humbly, then took a step back suddenly, pulled out a pistol from his waist, pointed it at the stunned Chen Qingrong, and said with a ferocious smile: "Mr. Chen, who is very good at kung fu, I regret to tell you
, you are dead tonight! And your family!"
He waved his hand, and outside the door, several white and black men pushed over a young Chinese girl who was tied up.
Chen Qingrong's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his face. He looked at his beloved daughter and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Xiaoya, why are you... by them?"