The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 470 The fight started
In a bar at the San Francisco pier, a young Chinese man was hugging a prostitute and chatting with other people, glancing at other tables from time to time.

It was not long after dark when the bar was already full. The bar was filled with British guys who had just gotten off the ship, chatting and laughing loudly with beer mugs in hand.

"Damn, these guys are so noisy." A young Chinese man muttered, but because the surroundings were too noisy, no one else could hear him at all.

"What did you say?" someone asked loudly.

"I say these people are too noisy!" the young man could only reply loudly.

"These people have been stuck on the ship for months! And they are here to deliver the ship to us! Let them quarrel a little."

"Forget it, let's go to another place, back to Chinatown, and play a few games in the casino!" another young man stood up and said.

Several people stood up and prepared to leave.

The prostitute was reeking of perfume. When she passed by the marines, one of the marines grabbed her wrist, and the woman lost her balance and fell into his arms.

The marine soldier laughed and took the opportunity to do something.

In fact, he had noticed this woman for a long time. After being on the boat for so long, he found every pig pretty.

When several other young Chinese people saw this scene, they immediately became angry.

Although she was a prostitute, she was brought here by them.

"What are you doing?" A young man suddenly put his hand on the table and glared over.

"She fell into my arms by herself...she thinks I'm better than you!" The marine laughed with some contempt.

They were from the Pacific Fleet and had spent a long time in Southeast Asia, where they saw these yellow-skinned monkeys everywhere, just like livestock.

So he didn't care at all.

The prostitute wanted to get up, but he touched her all over and she couldn't get up at all.

"Let her go!" a Chinese youth said with a cold face.

The soldier pretended not to hear and bent down to kiss her on the mouth. The other marines laughed and made a noise when they saw this.

The prostitute slapped him in anger.

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then slapped the woman in the face.

The Chinese young man who came with the prostitute couldn't hold back and kicked the navy soldier in the chest, knocking him over.

The other marines laughed and whistled, "Let's fight! Kill them!"

"Everyone calm down!" A young Chinese man opened his hands and signaled everyone to calm down.

Then a soldier behind him finished the beer in his glass, stood up and swung the beer glass at him on the head.

The next moment, the two sides started fighting.

There were only four Chinese youths in the bar, but there were more than thirty navy soldiers. It didn't take long for all four of them to be knocked to the ground.

The navy soldier who had been kicked over got up and angrily kicked one of them on the head: "Shit, you yellow monkey! I'm going to beat you to death!"

"Be careful, this is their territory, just beat them up!" Someone nearby tried to stop them.

"So what?" the navy soldier said angrily, "These sons of bitches! Who are we? We are the British Navy. Even if we beat him to death, their boss will have to apologize to us!"

The bar owner saw that the situation was not good and quickly asked the waiter to slip out to inform them.

Soon, this matter reached Yan Qingyou's ears.

Yan Qingyou was playing cards with his men. After hearing the news, they couldn't hold back any longer.

"Brother You, what should we do about this?"

"Should we take some people to deal with them?"

"What are they doing? Those people are British navy! Not Americans! And they are here to deliver a ship to us..." another henchman cursed.

"Can we just let it go like this?" Others expressed dissatisfaction.

Yan Qingyou remained silent. He frowned and pondered for a moment before saying:

"Long legs, go ask Brother Wei first! The others call for help, we will bring the person back first!"

……

Chen Zhengwei came out of the hotel with his hands in his pockets.

Instead of arranging a party at a club, he found a hotel in San Francisco and arranged for some prostitutes.

The party has already started inside.

"Keep an eye on them these days." Chen Zhengwei said to Aaron who was following behind him.

"In addition to clubs, casinos and brothels are allowed to have fun, but they cannot cause any trouble."

"They can't stay here for more than a few days, a week at most! After that, only a small number of people will stay, and nothing will happen."

In order to bring over a dozen ships, more than 800 people came, all of them were soldiers from the British Royal Navy's Pacific Fleet.

After a few days, most of them will leave, and only the shipyard engineers and some soldiers will stay to help with maintenance, installation of cannons and training of soldiers.

"They are all soldiers. They can do anything when they are drunk. What if something happens?" Aaron asked.

"Making trouble? What does Michael do? If he makes trouble, arrest him and beat him if he refuses to obey! If the trouble gets out of hand, kill a few of them! I asked them to deliver the ship, not to be my boss." Chen Zhengwei said nonchalantly.

"Or do you want to give them two kowtows?"

"If you really want to do something, try to blame it on the US government. If that doesn't work, blame it on the police. Don't let anyone catch you!"

"Brother Wei, I know what's going on!" Aaron said with a grin.

He was originally worried about the special identities of these people. Not to mention Chen Zhengwei's cooperation with the British, these people would be needed to help train soldiers in the future, so he was unsure about the proper course of action.

Now that I hear Chen Zhengwei say this, I know what to do.

Chen Zhengwei was about to get on the carriage when several henchmen in the distance came running over breathlessly, "Brother Wei! Brother Long!"

"What's the matter?" Chen Zhengwei stopped the leg that was about to get into the car and turned his head to look over.

"Brother Wei, a fight has started, our people have been beaten!" The two thugs stopped not far from Chen Zhengwei, leaning their hands on their knees and gasping for breath.

"The British? Where are they?" Chen Zhengwei raised his eyebrows. Apart from the British, no one in San Francisco would dare to touch his people.

Unexpectedly, he had just given instructions to Aaron and the accident happened before the carriage even got on board.

"It was the English, in the bar over at the dock... Several of our people were beaten up... Brother You asked us to come and ask what to do."

"What else can I do? Fight back! How can I be beaten in my territory? How many of them are there? How many of you are there? Don't even mention that you are fighting with me. I can't afford to lose face like this." Chen Zhengwei said unhappily. As for why the fight started, he didn't care at all.

"Then let's go tell Brother You!" When the two thugs heard this, they immediately understood and said with excitement.

"Remember, don't use guns! Fighting is fighting, even if someone is killed accidentally, it's his bad luck! Don't pull out your guns just because someone is picking up a stool!" Chen Zhengwei said. Those British sailors were all armed with long guns and didn't take the ship at all.

It was also impossible to allow them to disembark with their weapons.

"Also, tell Ayou not to show up. If the people below start fighting, what is he going to do? Beat them up first, and then have Michael throw them in jail!" Chen Zhengwei said and got on the carriage.

The two thugs quickly ran to Kearney Street to stop Yan Qingyou.

At this time, Yan Qingyou called hundreds of people and was preparing to go to the dock to bring the people back. Not long after leaving Chinatown, he saw two people running over.

"What did Brother Wei say?"

"Brother Wei said, he said, if they are killed, it will be their bad luck, but they can't use guns..." The two men were almost exhausted and sat on the ground, breathing heavily.

"I knew Brother Wei wouldn't tolerate it! Brother Wei can't even tolerate the American government, so how could he possibly tolerate these British guys?" A thug behind Yan Qingyou said excitedly.

"Brother Wei also said... that after the fight, Michael should throw them in jail! He also said... Brother You, don't show up. It's not good for you to show up when the people down there are fighting..."

Yan Qingyou pondered for a moment and said, "You guys go to the Investigation Bureau and inform the detective on duty."

"You guys go back to Chinatown and call some more people!"

Yan Qingyou originally planned to bring the people back first, but since Chen Zhengwei said so, he decided to do it and of course he had to call some more people.

"Let's go first!"

"Brother You, didn't Brother Wei tell you not to show up?"

"Can't I just watch from a distance?" Yan Qingyou asked back. He was not at the scene and felt uneasy.

This group of several hundred people rushed to the dock in a mighty manner. Each of them looked strong and fierce. Some of the thugs even found some wooden planks from the street.

The occasional pedestrians on the road hid far away after seeing this scene.

Soon, some drunk British soldiers could be seen wandering in groups on the streets near the bars at the dock.

After seeing this group of people, he staggered over, but was immediately pushed aside.

"roll!"

A group of people came to the door of the bar and heard laughter, noise, and women's screams inside.

Yan Qingyou took a deep breath and pointed at the bar: "Hit me!"

Several of Yan Qingyou's trusted men kicked open the door of the bar, and a group of people marched in. They immediately saw several people lying on the ground.

There was also the sound of a woman crying in the corner.

The British soldiers who were drinking saw this group of people rushing in aggressively and stood up from their chairs.

"You can take your people away! And that woman too!" said a man who looked like the leader, sitting on a chair, with a drunken and playful look on his face.

He was the one who had hit a Chinese youth on the head with a wine glass from behind him. He was also the highest-ranking person here, a lieutenant.

Seeing this scene, the thugs were furious.

"Go? Where to go? This is San Francisco, it's our place. Who gave you the courage? Take the people out first!" A thug said gritting his teeth, watching the four injured thugs being sent away, and then dragging a woman out from the corner and asking him to go out.

And in that corner, there were a few navy soldiers, looking indifferent.

"Beat them to death!" With a loud shout, the thug picked up a stick and smashed it on the head of the nearest navy soldier, causing the navy soldier's head to be bleeding on the spot.

The other thugs rushed up directly.

After seeing this scene, the British began to feel that they were in trouble.

"You dare to fight here? Does your boss know? Don't cause trouble for your boss! We are British!" A soldier who drank less and was still sober at this time said sternly.

"I don't give a fuck where you're from. I'll beat you to death even if I get cut to pieces!" Another thug picked up a stick and hit him on the head.

"Stop, stop!" A naval lieutenant wanted to stop it, but he was quickly kicked to the ground and hit by wooden sticks.

The naval lieutenant had just stood up when he was hit on the head by several sticks. He fell to the ground, holding his head and screaming in pain.

Soon, the noise from the bar attracted naval soldiers from the surrounding streets, but they were all stopped outside.

"What happened in front?" After a lieutenant learned the news, he brought people over and saw a group of Chinese standing outside the bar, while some drunk soldiers were blocked away and the two sides were confronting each other.

There were about two to three hundred Chinese people, and there were about two hundred British navy men around.

"There seems to be a fight going on inside, and they won't let us through!" someone said immediately.

When the lieutenant heard this, he immediately stepped forward to negotiate: "Are our people in there? Now, let us pass! Otherwise you will be in trouble, I promise!"

"Don't you know whose territory this is?" the thug who blocked the road sneered.

"If you don't move out of the way, we will charge forward. If our people are injured, we will never let you go!" the lieutenant threatened.

This is San Francisco, so what? It's not like they haven't seen these yellow monkeys before.

"I tell you again, this is our territory! If a dragon comes, you have to coil up; if a tiger comes, you have to lie down! I don't care who the hell you are?" The henchman stretched out his hand and pushed the lieutenant's chest, without giving in at all.

Although the middle sentences were spoken in Cantonese, speaking English was beyond his ability after all.

But we must not lose in momentum.

The lieutenant saw this and punched him.

When others saw the fighting breaking out here, whether they were the surrounding British navy or Chinese youths, they all rushed over here.

Soon there was a melee in the street, with all kinds of curses flying everywhere.

Yan Qingyou stood in the darkness in the distance, smoking and looking at this place, lowering his head and spitting.

"Fuck, these damn British guys!"

However, the melee did not last long. In just ten minutes, forty or fifty people were lying on the ground, and a group of people walked out from the darkness of the street.

Thousands of Chinese people emerged from the darkness and looked at the chaos here. They rushed over without saying a word.

"Hit me!"

Seeing this scene, the British naval soldiers who were still conscious felt their scalps tingling in addition to being angry!
Damn it!

Trouble!
The Chinese here are completely different from those in Southeast Asia!
(End of this chapter)