Thank you brothers for supporting Taozi. Taozi was scolded again today. Hey, a brother posted a book review and scolded me, saying that they who are not members are just looking at nothing? Taozi is very depressed...
At night, in front of the entrance of Wuzhou Hotel, two doormen stood there bored, blocking all the guests who came to have dinner today.
"What do you think those people upstairs do? Why don't I think they are good people?" one doorman said to another.
"Damn, I despise you. Even a fool can see that they are not good people! But I saw Mr. Long and Mr. Liang walking in with a young man. I heard the waiter inside said that today is the day of the gang gathering. Inside
There are more than a thousand gangsters." The doorman replied exaggeratedly.
"Stop talking, someone is here!" Another doorman greeted a white Russian in his fifties with a smile, and then said in English: "I'm sorry, sir, it's already booked today, please change to another hotel!"
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"Go away, we are here to find someone!" a white man with a shaved head behind shouted in English.
"Sorry sir, we don't have foreigners eating here!" The doorman was not angry, but continued to say politely.
"Get out!" Two bald men came up from behind and knocked the doorman to the ground.
"Hit someone!" the doorman shouted into the hall.
There were two security guards on duty in the hall. When they saw more than 20 Belarusians coming in aggressively, they immediately used the intercom to notify the security department to send someone over.
"Where are the people eating?" Chekhov's deputy came forward and asked in blunt Chinese.
"Who are you? Get out immediately, or we will call the police!" The security guard did not answer his words, but reprimanded him loudly.
"I want to ask you where the people who are eating are!" the deputy grabbed a security guard by the collar and asked loudly.
"On the fifth floor." The security guard replied subconsciously, and then immediately felt that he had said the wrong thing. He glared angrily at the white man grabbing his collar. It seemed that the security guard was ready to fight with him.
At this time, more than 20 security guards from the hotel all came out, holding leather batons in their hands.
"Let him go!" the security captain shouted loudly.
Chekov's deputy coldly pushed the security guard out.
"What are you doing? This is China, it's not your turn to be arrogant." the security captain said with a cold face.
Chekhov looked at the security captain questioningly, and then started talking to his deputy in Russian: "Don't make the matter a big deal. Go up and arrest those two people, and we'll leave immediately. Remember to be quick."
"Yes, boss." The deputy replied and took the person to the elevator.
"Wait a minute." The security captain stepped forward to stop him.
"Chekhov's eyes turned cold, and he immediately took out a pistol and put it to the security captain's head."
All the security guards were stunned by Chekov's move. This foreigner must be too arrogant to dare to hold a gun in China.
"If you don't want to die, just follow me!" Chekhov put away his gun and walked towards the opened elevator, and then more than twenty people all got on the two elevators.
The security captain watched them get on the elevator and wiped the sweat from his head in fear, "Have you notified Mr. Liang?"
"Captain, Xiaoqi went up to inform us just now. Do we need to call the police?" a security guard asked.
"No, everyone, come up with me and take a look, hurry up!" After the security captain said that, he led everyone and ran up the stairs.
"Fifth brother, a group of Russian bald heads came and beat up two doormen." Lao Liang looked at Shang Wu solemnly and said.
"Russian skinheads? Too late!" Shang Wu replied nonchalantly.
"Fifth brother, do you think we should go down and take a look?" Long Sihai interjected from the side.
"No, they're already up!" As soon as Shang Wu finished speaking, the two elevators stopped at the same time, and more than twenty white men walked out.
Chekhov only received news that Shang Wu and Zhang Xi had come to the hotel. He wanted to take Shang Wu and Zhang Xi away quickly, but what Chekhov didn't expect was that the place in front of him was filled with people, as many as a thousand.
For a moment, I felt as if I had come to the wrong place, and I looked at my deputy questioningly.
And the deputy never thought that there would be so many people here, and it seemed that they were not all good people.
When the members of the Brotherhood saw more than twenty big white men coming forward who were eyeing Dandan, they all stood up without making a sound and looked at the two dozen white men with a sneer.
While Chekov and his deputy were asking questions, Shang Wu stood up with a smile. "You are a guest here, so why not come over for a drink?"
Chekhov and his deputy went to ask for directions and saw Zhang Xi next to Shang Wu and Shang Wu at a glance.
"The bosses are the two of them!" the deputy yelled.
Chekhov's expression changed. He looked at the murderous eyes of nearly a thousand gang members, and then at Shang Wu, who had a smile on his face. He knew that the person he was looking for this time must not be a simple ordinary college student, but a simple ordinary college student.
He is obviously a Chinese gangster with the same underworld background as himself.
"Boss, what should we do?" The deputy was a little scared now. Each of these Chinese gangsters could be beaten into a pulp with one punch, so he asked nervously.
But Chekhov did not answer, and walked towards Shang Wu step by step.
"Fifth brother, do you think we should kill them or cripple them?" Qiao Wei asked as he watched Chekhov slowly walking over with more than 20 people.
"It's up to you, whether you skin them and sit on the sofa, or cut off their penises and make specimens, don't even think about going back when you come to my territory!" Shang Wu replied in a low voice.
"It's poisonous enough!" Xiaolong sat there and glanced at his mouth and said.
"Hello, welcome to China!" Shang Wu smiled and said in Russian to Chekhov, who was approaching.
Seeing Shang Wu's smiling face, Chekov felt unsure. He slowly put his hand into his pocket and touched his pistol.
"Mr. Liang, he has a gun!" At this time, the security captain shouted after seeing Chekhov's actions.
Just as the security captain finished speaking, Chekov took out his pistol and pointed it at Shang Wu.
This action of Chekov immediately aroused the anger of all the members of the Brotherhood present.
"Whoa!" Hundreds of people all took out their pistols, while some gangsters who didn't have guns pulled out weapons like knives from their waists.
"Damn it, you have more guns than me?" Qiao Wei cursed, pulled out a micro-gun from his clothes, and pointed it at more than 20 skinhead members.
More than 20 members of the skinhead gang were frightened. Since they had just arrived in China, and when passing through customs, they were not allowed to carry guns at all. However, the gun Chekhov took out was a specially made gun that could not be detected by customs.
So he could only watch helplessly as the members of the Brotherhood pointed guns at him.
Chekov was also shocked. Didn't they say that private possession of guns is strictly prohibited in China? It's incredible why all these people came to dinner with guns.
Shang Wu walked over to Chekhov's gun with a smile, then lowered his head and directly pressed it against Chekhov's gun: "Come on, I'll give you one chance!"
Chekhov knew that even if he killed Shang Wu here today, he would still die under their gunshots. He trembled with undecided fingers and hesitated to shoot.
"What's wrong? Won't you shoot? Now is a good opportunity for you to take revenge, don't miss it!" Shang Wu continued to persuade Chekhov to kill him without raising his head.
While Chekov was hesitating, Shang Wu suddenly raised his head: "Time's up! Sorry, you have no chance!" After speaking, Shang Wu took action like lightning and kicked Chekov's chest.
Like a tightrope being dropped, it flew backwards without any resistance.
"Damn it, are you being arrogant in my territory? Brothers, support them~!" Shang Wu ordered loudly with a straight face.
The brothers who were already waiting impatiently, someone shouted: "Brothers, come on!" All the members of the Brotherhood who were eating in the hall picked up knives, swung wine bottles and pointed them at more than twenty bald heads.
