It was still early when I came out of the bar. Irving had planned to have a good gathering with his friends. Unfortunately, he took off his sunglasses when he was so proud. Then the young couple who despised him at first recognized Irving. The guy was very
He screamed exaggeratedly, and then the bar was filled with excitement.
Owen had to run away from the back door of the bar in embarrassment. Today's party was destined to end early.
Seeing that no one chased him out, Irving let out a sigh of relief. There was a dark alley at the back door, and there was only one dim streetlight around, making the alley look eerie.
Owen walked out of the alley. There were no taxis here. He was going to walk to the main road to take a taxi home. Because the party at night involved drinking, Owen didn't drive. Unexpectedly, it ended early because he was recognized.
While cursing those nonsense media, he walked out of the alley and raised his hand to look at his watch. It was not yet 9 o'clock. The nightlife had clearly just begun and his was about to end. Only if he felt comfortable could there be ghosts.
There are some gangsters and homeless people on the street. These guys must be waiting for some opportunity to make a move, but Owen is obviously not their cup of tea.
They are not professionals in doing this kind of business without capital. Most of the time they feel that there is an opportunity and do it casually. However, they all have the ability to observe people and who they can and cannot mess with.
They can tell the difference at a glance, otherwise one kick from the iron plate will be enough for them.
Although Irving was alone, no one would be stupid enough to provoke him. A taxi was approaching in the distance, Irving waved to the taxi and the taxi pulled over.
Just when Owen was about to get in the car, he suddenly saw a familiar figure at the entrance of the alley in front of him.
They were two and a half-year-old young men riding bicycles, but they were obviously unlucky now. The two young men were surrounded by several people and then dragged into the dark alley.
Irving frowned. This kind of thing happens almost all the time in Los Angeles. Irving originally didn't want to deal with it. He is neither the police nor the CTU now.
But the two and a half young men just now, Owen would never mistake them. They should be his new neighbor, the stepson Mark of the Feilong family, and his blond classmate Justin. The features of black hair are still very good in a place like this.
Got it.
Seeing the two boys being pushed and dragged into the alley, Owen felt that he could not ignore them.
"Wait for me two minutes..."
Irving said something to the black driver, who shook his head: "No, I don't want to be robbed in this damn place. You either leave now or get out of the car..."
"Fake, get out."
Owen gave the old gangster who was driving a middle finger, then turned and walked towards the alley.
At the entrance of the alley, two gangsters were watching, and a few guys inside seemed to be bullying people.
Owen walked over. The two gangsters were a little nervous. Owen looked at them and saw that they were all teenagers. At most, they were older than the boys from the Feilong family.
The most terrifying thing is for such a big child. He does things carelessly and without considering the consequences. However, at this age, hormone secretion is strong. Everyone thinks that God is the boss and he is the second child.
"Hello~~"
A windproof young man came up to him. Owen grabbed his neck and tucked him under his arm. The other man saw that his companion had suffered a loss and rushed over. Owen slapped him away and knocked away his fist.
, and easily twisted his arm.
"Ahhhh~~~"
The two guys were restrained by Owen and screamed in pain. Owen pulled them into the alley, where several gangsters were pressing the two and a half boys against the wall, as if they were threatening them.
The movement at the door startled them, and everyone in the alley looked towards them.
Owen pushed the two guys away and looked at the young people in front of him at leisure.
"Martin, do you know them?"
Owen asked directly.
"Yes, yes, they are senior students in our school..."
"Okay, no matter who they are, come here and follow me now."
Owen said and looked at the young man at the head.
Martin looked at Owen and then at the young man. He had already recognized Owen as his new neighbor, but he still dared not move due to the young man's power.
"What are you waiting for?"
Owen urged.
Martin and Justin squeezed out of the crowd, but were obviously blocked by a few guys, and those guys had no intention of giving way.
Owen smiled, these little guys were very childish in his eyes, but they didn't feel it themselves.
He was carrying a weapon. California is relatively strict about weapons. If you want to carry a handgun, you must have a concealed carry permit, and Irvine has one.
However, he didn't intend to pull out a gun to scare the other party. Such a big boy would do things lightly, and Owen didn't want to give them the impression that they could run amok with weapons.
But it's easy to convince them, just beat them. Of course Owen won't do it directly, these are just children.
Owen smiled and took two steps forward. He saw a scrap metal barrel next to him and punched it directly.
The scrap iron barrel made a crisp sound, and when Owen's fist left, there was a mark of a fist on the scrap iron barrel.
A group of young people looked at the dented fist marks on the iron bucket in astonishment. If they were kicked by their feet, it would be possible. Although the scrap iron bucket has a certain hardness, it is not difficult to make a mark by kicking it with your feet, but you have to use your fists.
It's difficult, just in terms of strength, arms and thighs are not of the same weight.
Owen waved, and this time no one dared to stop Martin and Justin. Two and a half-year-olds came out of the crowd, and Owen carried them out of the alley like little chickens.
"Okay, go home right away and stop wandering around after nightfall..."
Owen watched the two boys ride away on bicycles. From the beginning to the end, none of the young people in the alley chased them out to cause trouble. Seeing that the matter was resolved, Owen himself hailed a taxi and went home.
What happened this time was just a simple episode. Those young people could only be regarded as some bully gangsters at best. They were not even bad guys in the traditional sense. Owen didn't take them to heart at all.
After returning home, Owen took a hot bath as usual. When he was lying comfortably on the sofa and preparing to talk on the phone with Monica, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Owen walked over to open the door in confusion, and saw Feilong and his wife and their son Martin standing at the door.
"Oh, it's you, please come in..."
Owen knew the reason by looking at their postures. It was most likely because of what happened just now.
Owen invited them to come in, but Feilong signaled that he would not go in, so he just said a few words at the door and left.
Owen shrugged and waited for the next step.
"Well, thank you very much for helping Martin. He just told us everything."
"That's nothing. Although the security around here is okay, there are always some unscrupulous people. It's best not to go to places where security is not so good after dark..."
Feilong and Rose both nodded in agreement. Rose handed over the paper bag she had been holding: "Thank you very much for helping them out. These are some oranges I picked from my friends. They taste very good. I gave them to you."
You try it..."
"Oh, really, thank you so much. It just so happens that I originally planned to buy some fruits in the next two days."
Owen did not refuse, but readily accepted, which made the Feilong couple very happy.
"Oh, by the way, I want to invite you to my house for dinner tomorrow. I wonder if you have time?"
"Chinese food?"
"Yes, if you don't like it, we can also switch to Western food. I will also make some Mexican food..."
The Feilong couple obviously wanted to express their gratitude, and Owen was not polite.
"No, no need to change, just Chinese food. I like Chinese food very much. In fact, I haven't eaten it for a long time and I miss it quite a bit."
"How about 7 o'clock?"
"Of course, it's settled, I will be there on time in the evening..."