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"Hey, man, put your gun down!"

"We have to talk."

"Trust me, you don't want to cause trouble here."

"Put the gun down!"

"I've seen that fat guy, maybe I can give him the money back."

"Then you can leave here peacefully."

"I swear!"

"I can act like nothing happened, just like those politicians in the White House who start a war!"

The tall and mighty red-necked man raised his hands knowingly.

Compromise first.

Hear the words.

Wang Meng shouted: "Hurry up!"

"Give me that damn money!"

"You son of a bitch, I promise to God you're in big trouble!"

With a gun to his head, although the red neck compromised, it did not mean that he had a good temper.

"Hey!"

"You fat guy, please speak with more respect."

"My mother is great, you can't insult her."

"Or I swear."

"I will definitely twist your head off."

The red neck said fiercely.

Are you still so arrogant with a gun to your head?
The evil forces in America are indeed fierce.

However, Yang Chen was not used to them and glanced at Zhong Xiaowei.

Zhong Xiaowei understood.

One punch hit him in the stomach.

Suddenly.

The redneck held his belly and felt like vomiting bile.

said painfully:

"damn it!"

"This damn little dwarf is so strong!"

"We can talk."

"why not?"

Zhong Xiaowei couldn't understand what he was talking about.

But judging from his expression, he probably didn't have anything nice to say, so he immediately increased his intensity and punched again.

This time.

The red neck is honest.

He stretched out his palms and begged for mercy: "OK OK!"

"stop!"

"stop!"

"what do you want?"

"tell me."

"Hell, I hate your fists more than your guns!"

Hear the words.

Zhong Xiaowei looked at Wang Meng.

Wang Meng yelled: "You son of a bitch, give me back the money that belongs to me!"

The red neck kept saying OK OK.

Let them wait here and he will go back to get the money immediately.

Yang Chen motioned for Zhong Xiaowei to follow him.

moment.

Zhong Xiaowei and the red neck came out together.

I saw Zhong Xiaowei directly taking out his safe.

The safe has been opened.

In addition to Wang Meng's money, there were also many colorful foreign currencies.

Including U.S. dollars.

and two watches.

With a box of cigars.

"No!"

"You can't do this."

"You can only take what is yours."

"If you do this, you are breaking the rules and you will be punished!"

The red neck shouted angrily.

"No!"

"You broke the rules first, you son of a bitch!"

"This is your punishment."

Wang Meng shouted tit for tat.

Hear the words.

The red-necked man said with a sullen face: "Do you know that you got into trouble that you shouldn't get into?

“No one in San Francisco would dare rob the Latin Kings!”

"Yes!"

"No one dares to snatch it!"

"Anyone who dares to do this will pay the price!"

"Tell me, which Chinese gang are you from?"

"I promise to God."

"You will definitely pay the price!"

Wang Meng immediately translated.

Yang Chen smiled faintly: "Tell him, we are the Shaolin Sect!"

Upon hearing this.

The red neck curled his lips.

"I know Shaolin, it's not a gang, I've been there, you're lying!"

Yang Chen smiled.

asked.

"Since you're a gang member, you must know a guy named Tony."

"He rules the San Francisco underground."

"If you tell me his whereabouts, maybe I can give you your money back."

Wang Meng translated from it.

When he heard the name Tony, the red neck was as frightened as if he had seen the devil.

At the same time, there was a hint of piety in his eyes.

"That's the honorable Mr. Tony."

“The Keeper of San Francisco’s Underground Order.”

"Of course I know this great gentleman!"

"but."

"I'm just a small character, how can I possibly know where he is?"

"If I could meet Mr. Tony."

"I am willing to give up all my property!"

Looking at his frightened and pious look, it didn't look like he was lying.

Yang Chen used the system to read it.

He really didn't know.

So he winked at Zhong Xiaowei.

Zhong Xiaowei understood, and turned his palm into a knife, and slashed his red neck with one stroke of the knife.

The red neck fainted instantly.

Wang Meng then robbed everything in his safe.

Take stock.

There are nearly 200,000 soft sister coins.

There are more than 30,000 American knives.

There are also Euros, British Pounds, etc.

Both watches are Rolex, one green water ghost and one black water ghost.

Count it up.

Two of them are worth 20,000 to 30,000 US dollars.

"Have a wonderful evening."

Open the rolling shutter.

before leaving.

Yang Chen smiled lightly at the two men and one woman who were lying unconscious on the ground.

……

"Mr. Yang, find a place to rest and have something to eat first!"

Flying all day.

As an ordinary person, Wang Meng was sleepy and hungry.

After all this fuss, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

Wang Meng said as he touched his growling stomach.

Although Yang Chen and others are cultivators, they still need to eat to replenish their energy.

But this point.

Basically all the shops are closed.

At Wang Meng's suggestion.

They came to Chinatown in San Francisco.

The security there is relatively better.

And they are all Chinese.

Communication is also convenient.

This point.

Most shops in Chinatown are also closed.

Yang Chen and others found the Shaxian snack bar that was still open and went in to eat something casually.

The boss is a Chinese from Fujian Province.

He is about 60 years old.

There was some vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

"Boss, can you exchange currency here?"

After eating.

Wang Meng took out a stack of soft sister coins and asked.

"sure!"

"How much do you want to change?"

“But the exchange rate is definitely lower than that of banks!”

The boss said.

"What's the exchange rate?"

Wang Meng asked.

"1 to 10!"

The boss said.

"1 to 10?"

Wang Meng jumped up immediately: "You are too low!"

"Bank 1 to 7."

"Are you 1 to 10?"

"With a simple flip, you can make a net profit of 3 yuan?"

"They are all Chinese!"

“Chinese people don’t cheat Chinese people!”

Hear the words.

The boss smiled coldly.

"It's risky for us to exchange currency!"

"Are you stowaways?"

"Otherwise, I would have exchanged it at the bank and wouldn't have found me here."

"I am Chinese, and I will definitely not cheat my compatriots."

"If you don't believe me, why don't you try it outside?"

"Those ghost guys are called black!"

Wang Meng thought for a while and looked at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen nodded.

Don't care either.

“How about euros and pounds?”

Wang Meng took out all the colorful foreign currencies.

"want!"

"All!"

Finally do the math. A little over 20,000 US dollars in total.

Plus redneck money.

A total of about fifty-five thousand US dollars.

In America.

This is a lot of money.

After changing the money.

The boss asked them if they wanted to stay?

It can provide safe and affordable accommodation for stowaways.

Yang Chen and the others really have no identity.

So why not?
The boss wrote down an address and a phone number, stood outside the store and told them how to get there.

He even reminded them specifically.

It’s no different here than in China. It’s very chaotic at night, so be careful on the road.

Because they are stowaways.

Calling the police is useless.

will also be deported.

"Although this boss is realistic, he is a pretty good person and is willing to help his compatriots."

on the road.

Ling Xiaozi said.

Yang Chen smiled.

No words were spoken.

Compatriots.

I heard that the Chinese are the ones who bully their compatriots the most when they go out!
of course.

There are definitely good ones too.

But once the reputation is tarnished, it is difficult to recover.

A group of four people were walking.

At this time.

A Chevrolet passed them.

Then it came to a sudden stop.

The left and right doors opened quickly.

Several Asian faces with guns jumped out of the car, all with short hair.

His arms and neck are covered with tattoos.

Get out of the car.

They surrounded Yang Chen and the four of them.

Everyone has a gun.

Every gun was pointed at them.

"listen!"

"If you don't want to die, just take out all the valuable things you have on you!"

"hurry up!"

The leader, a man with a scar on his face, shouted to the four of them in standard Mandarin.

This is America.

According to common sense.

They should speak English.

After all, no one knows whether Yang Chen and the others, with their Asian faces, are from Benzi, Bang, or Singapore.

Drive straight to yourself. .

As soon as they opened their mouths, they were sure to be Chinese.

And the other person speaks fluent Chinese.

Yang Chen had every reason to suspect that it was the boss of Sha County who was behind this.

Yang Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense to them.

He looked at Zhong Xiaowei.

Zhong Xiaowei moved like a tiger descending the mountain. Three times, five divided by two, several young men with guns fell down one after another.

Zhong Xiaowei threw the collected gun on the ground like garbage.

Yang Yu walked up to Scarface, who was the leader.

Lift your feet.

Step on his cheek.

He said coldly: "Who sent you here?"

Scarface acted very tough at first and refused to say anything.

Yang Chen exerted slight force.

He heard the facial bones on Scar's face crack with a crack, which made him cry and howl, and he quickly said: "It's our boss!"

"Uncle Yao!"

"Uncle Fu Qingyao!"

Hear the words.

Yang Chen asked: "Are you the owner of Kaisha County Snacks in Chinatown?"

Scarface immediately said: "Yes, yes, it's him!"

Hear what he can say.

Wang Meng was so angry that he jumped on his feet: "Damn it!"

“It’s hard to guard against it!”

“He also said that Chinese people don’t cheat Chinese people!”

"Your mother is more ruthless than those rednecks! They say the Chinese in America are the ones who trick our compatriots."

"I still don't believe it."

"It's a great experience today."

Ling Xiaozi also shook his head: "I know people, faces but not hearts. I thought that boss was a real person!"

"roll!"

Yang Chen drank lightly.

They were so frightened that they quickly got up, jumped into the car like bereaved dogs, kicked the accelerator and ran away.

Yang Chen and others returned the same way.

Chinatown.

Shaxian snack bar.

The door is still open.

The shop owner named Uncle Yao was standing on the street outside the door smoking.

At this time, when he saw Yang Chen and others returning, he didn't show any panic at all, and even smiled at them.

"Why are you back again?"

"Didn't you find the place?"

"Did you encounter any danger on the road?"

"For the sake of our compatriots, I might as well take you there myself!"

Uncle Yao put out the cigarette butt.

said to them.

Upon hearing this.

Wang Meng couldn't hold it back anymore, he opened his mouth and cursed loudly: "Why don't you fucking slap me in the face?"

"On the left, I say Chinese, and on the right, I say compatriots. What I sing is so damn good."

"As soon as we leave, they're going to send some fucking people to rob us."

"This is the kind of thing that deceives your own compatriots."

"You must have done a lot of fucking, right?"

"Grass!"

"If it had happened before, Fatty, I would definitely crush your balls."

Wang Meng is really popular.

Within an hour of arriving in the United States, I was deceived twice.

Yibo is still one of his own.

Who wouldn't be angry if I changed him?
Hear the words.

Uncle Yao was not panicked at all.

"This is a legal society, everything must be based on evidence!"

"You stowaways had better be honest."

"Here we are."

"If it's a tiger, you have to lie down. If it's a dragon, you have to judge."

"If you don't accept it, call the police!"

"Or I can call the police for you."

Uncle Yao said confidently.

How dare stowaways call the police?

If you suffer a loss, you can only knock out your teeth and swallow it in your stomach.

Many Chinese in the United States take advantage of this to trick their compatriots to death without repaying their lives.

pity.

Yang Chen and the others are not stowaways.

At least not a real stowaway!
There are hundreds of gangs, large and small, in San Francisco.

Because it is the base camp where Chinese people gather.

Chinese gangs occupy at least two to three floors.

This Uncle Yao is obviously a small leader of a Chinese gang.

Or the leader of a small gang.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stayed here to open Shaxian snacks as a cover.

"Fat man!"

"Take our money back and crack his balls."

"I believe you should have no problem dealing with an old man."

Yang Chen said lightly.

Hear the words.

Wang Meng smacked his lips, feeling quite relaxed: "Look, his thighs are not as thick as my arms."

"You won't even win with force!"

"But when you come out to hang out, you have to be trustworthy."

“If I say I’m going to crush your balls, I’m going to crush your balls!”

"Become a eunuch!"

"This is your retribution!"

Done.

Fatty Wang rushed over like an angry wild boar.

Uncle Yao is about 60 years old.

Slender figure.

Facing a fat man like Wang Meng, he was crushed to death.

But something unexpected happened.

Uncle Yao was not panicked at all.

There was even a hint of contempt in his eyes.

At this time.

Wang Meng had already rushed in front of him.

It was too late to draw the gun.

What's more, Uncle Yao didn't have a gun on him.

But all I saw was this thin old man, facing Wang Meng's huge body, he clenched his right hand and punched him.

next second.

Wang Meng's huge body suddenly floated like a kite.

It flew more than ten meters.

If Zhong Xiaowei hadn't seen the situation and caught it in the air, he would have fallen heavily at Yang Chen's feet.

The power of this punch.

For ordinary people, how big it is!
If it weren't for the secret titanium molecular armor on Wang Meng's body that activated passive defense.

This punch.

Ordinary people would be seriously injured even if they didn't die.

"Now."

"Do you still want to squeeze my balls?"

"young people."

"Anyone who knows how to do this should get out of here!"

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Uncle Yao retracted his fist and said coldly.

Zhong Xiaowei saw the momentum and wanted to advance.

Yang Chen stopped him.

just now.

Yang Chen used the system to read his body information.

Find.

inside his body.

Contains genetic medicine ingredients.

One issue!
(End of this chapter)