NBA bad guys

Chapter 5 Done
The middle-aged man named Casey dropped the cigar on the ground and crushed it hard with his toes.

He casually grabbed a foreign wine bottle, walked up to Iverson, and said expressionlessly: "Boy, I will teach you a lesson today, don't meddle in things you shouldn't. Things that the Collins family wants to do have never been done. It’s a no-brainer.”

After that, he raised the bottle high and wanted to break Iverson's hand.

Frank hurried forward and hugged his arm, saying: "Please, don't hurt him. If anything happens, come to me."

Frank was quickly kicked to the ground by Casey.

"I'll only give you ten seconds. If you still don't promise me, I'll leave this little brother's hand here." Casey's voice was cold.

There was a murderous aura emanating from his body.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

At this moment, a very discordant phone rang.

Wu Liang, who was hiding behind the bar, was stunned for a moment and awkwardly took out his mobile phone with two words "Uncle Quan" written on it.

Who is it?

The memory has not been restored yet.

But since I saved my name, I guess I know him.

Is it appropriate to answer the phone in this situation?

Gritting his teeth, Wu Liang answered the phone and said, "Hello."

"You are such a bastard, you are so polite to your Uncle Quan."

A very heroic voice came from the other side.

Wu Liang said with a smile: "I am not a child, so I must be polite to my elders."

"Hey, the sun is out in the west. Is it because you haven't been home for a long time and you are afraid that your father will beat you up, so you say good things to me? Your Uncle Quan won't do this."

The man opposite laughed twice and said, "But you haven't been home for so long and you haven't even asked your family for money. That's okay."

It's okay, your sister... I don't know who to care about.

"How about I transfer a few million to you and spend it first..."

Uncle Quan's voice came again.

Wu Liang's face froze.

Transfer millions of flowers? This is probably a joke.

"Hey, have you had enough phone calls? If you dare to say a word, your hand must be kept here."

Seeing that Wu Liang actually started chatting with his family, Cathy said unhappily.

His voice was loud and was heard by Uncle Quan on the phone.

"Xiao Liang, who is yelling over there?"

Uncle Quan's voice darkened.

"No, no, it was just a joke among a few friends."

Wu Liang didn't want to involve his family members, so he made a small fuss.

"It doesn't sound like a joke to me. It doesn't matter. Tell your uncle Quan if someone is bullying you."

Uncle Quan was very experienced and seasoned, and he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Wu Liang had no choice but to briefly explain the current situation.

"Why did you go there? Don't you want to get involved in family affairs?"

Uncle Quan was stunned for a while and said slowly: "Give Casey the phone and say it's him, Mr. Quan."

Wu Liang was stunned on the spot.

What's happening here?
Are you also from the Collins family?

Before he had time to think, he quickly walked around the bar and called Casey. A little later, Iverson's hand was gone.

Casey said fiercely: "Who?"

Wu Liang didn't know how to introduce him, so he had to follow Uncle Quan's instructions and said, "You, Master Quan."

The corner of Casey's mouth twitched, "Damn, I just heard you call Uncle Quan, why did you become Master Quan here?" He answered the phone dubiously and asked, "Who are you?"

I don’t know what Uncle Quan said over there. Casey’s expression changed drastically. He nodded and bowed repeatedly. Finally, he hung up the phone and respectfully returned the phone to Wu Liang. He bowed and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was the young master. Really sorry."

Wu Liang was so confused.

Young Master?
Am I the young master of the Collins family?
My surname is obviously Wu, and Collins doesn’t seem to be related to me.

No matter what, let’s settle the matter at hand first. He deliberately said in a pretentious manner: “Why don’t you let my friend go?”

Casey quickly turned around and kicked away the big men who were holding down Iverson. While kicking him, he cursed and said, "You dare to bully even the young master's friends. You are looking for death."

Several big men were so aggrieved that they almost cried.

Wasn't that what you ordered just now?

Are we scapegoats?

You look so much like A Zhan now!

Frank and Iverson looked at Wu Liang again, with a hint of awe in their eyes.

Wu Liang took a look, and it seemed that his status was not low. He straightened his back and imitated the big guys in the movie. He slowly walked to a chair and sat down. Without raising his eyelids, he said calmly: " They are my friends and I hope this bar incident is over."

Casey said in embarrassment: "Young Master, the decision to acquire this bar is from above. How about you tell Master Quan directly?"

Wu Liang thought about it, and it was the same.

This Casey is probably the little shrimp running errands below.

Wu Liang dialed the phone again.

"Uncle Quan, the owner of this bar is my friend. You see..."

The person on the other side seemed to be silent for a moment, and finally said: "Well, the bar can still have his name on it, but the right to use it must belong to us. It just so happens that we also need someone to manage the bar on the entire street. This position can be given to your friend Come and do it. I believe that the reward he gets will definitely be much higher than his previous profit."

Wu Liang nodded and said, "Thank you very much, Uncle Quan. I will tell him about this later."

Uncle Quan said: "You happen to go to school nearby. I think you like to get involved in this matter. Please help take care of it when you have time."

I'll take care of it?

impossible!
This matter is too dangerous. Maybe one day another big brother will show up and secretly do it for me, and then everything will be over.

"Uncle Quan, forget it, I still like to play basketball and I want to enter the NBA."

"Stop bragging. With your talent, can you still play in the NBA? Uncle Quan, I'm a basketball fan. In my opinion, you can't even play in the NCAA.

I'll leave this street to you for the time being. I believe your friend will do a great job.

You just need to pay monthly.

In addition, with our strength, there is no danger in this job, so you can rest assured. "

Before Wu Liang could continue to refuse, Uncle Quan had already hung up the phone.

Wu Liang snorted, "You can collect the money, but there is no need to talk about anything else."

"You can go."

Wu Liang said to Casey.

"Okay, young master, come to us anytime if you need anything." As if he had been pardoned, Casey turned around and ran away with a few big men.

Wu Liang looked at Frank and Iverson again and found that their faces were full of unnaturalness.

Especially Iverson, who tiptoed back two steps, obviously a little scared of Wu Liang.

Wu Liang patted Iverson on the shoulder, as if patting his little brother, and said, "Xiao Ai, do you have any objections to playing with me in the future?"

Play ball?

Iverson looked at Wu Liang blankly, can I play ball with the young master of the Collins family?
"Yes... yes." Iverson replied with a stutter.

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