People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

The black man immediately sat down again obediently.

"Where is Rocky Bonanno? Ask him to come out and see me." Chiba Iori said.

Everyone in the bar exchanged glances.

After a short silence.

Burst into laughter.

Everyone was laughing so hard that they were leaning back and forth.

"Miss, the Rocky Bonanno you mentioned is buried in the backyard," the short white man said with a smile. "If you dig now, you might find some rotten meat and bones."

"Oh? Isn't this the territory of the Bonanno family?" Chiba Iori frowned and said, "Did I remember it wrongly?"

"As expected, dear Asian lady, this place used to be the territory of the Bonanno family." The short white man stood up, twirling the dagger in his hand. "But now, this is the territory of our Gambino family."

"Gambino swallowed up San Diego?" Chiba Iori was a little surprised. "It hasn't been long since I left North America. How could it be so soon? And what about Los Angeles? That's the headquarters of the Bonanno family!"

"Of course they're ours too." The short white man bowed slightly and said, "Andy Gambino is willing to serve you... And there's another lady, your legs are so white... Do you mind letting me touch them?"

Li Zhenxin's face had already turned pale. She stood behind Fang Zuo, trembling in fear.

If she could, she would have jumped into Fang Zuo's arms and wrapped her legs around him tightly.

"I want to get a black market identity. Is there any way?" Chiba Iori said.

"Of course, as long as we have money..." Andy Gambino said with a smile: "Although we are gangsters, we also value integrity."

"Whether you need a passport, state ID card, or driver's license, we can provide it for you as long as you pay the money. It will definitely withstand any temporary inspection in the United States. If it is fake, we will compensate you tenfold."

"Can we buy on credit?" Chiba Iori said, "We've lost all our money!"

There was silence.

Then the whole audience burst into laughter again.

"Hahahaha!" Andy Gambino laughed so hard he almost couldn't breathe. "This lady really knows how to joke. Go and ask around. Is there anyone who dares to owe our Gambino family a debt?"

at this time.

Four more figures rushed in through the door.

He covered his buttocks with his hands, his whole body was red and swollen.

He pointed at Fang Zuo and the other two angrily, gritting his teeth.

And at this time.

Two hundred kilometers away in Los Angeles.

Inside a huge auto repair shop.

An Asian woman wearing a kimono stands in front of two white people.

"Does it look good?" Reilly Gambino said with a smile.

"How come you went to Japan and brought back all the kimonos?" An elderly white man wearing boxing gloves frowned.

"I lost to a woman in Japan. I heard she's also come to North America." Reilly Gambino said with a smile, but her expression suddenly turned cold. "I will defeat her in my kimono... and wash away my shame..."

Chapter 355 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's New Power

"What?" The other young white boxer was so surprised that he couldn't control his strength.

A 'boom' sound.

With one punch, he punched through the sandbag in front of him.

He pulled his hand back from the sandbag and casually threw the boxing glove with a big hole in it to the side.

"Is there any woman who can beat you? Leili, you are not kidding, are you? You look so tough, I almost thought you would never get married in this life. I didn't expect there are women who are even more miserable than you."

"Don't call me brother. I'm warning you one last time. Don't shout that. We don't have the same mother, and you are not my brother!" Reilly Gambino looked at herself in the mirror wearing a kimono and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he glanced at the young white boxer.

"Father's blood relationship is the most important. We have the same father, so you are my sister." The white boxer walked over and patted Relly Gambino's head lovingly.

Then he immediately jumped back with foresight, avoiding a quick kick from Reilly Gambino.

Reilly Gambino missed the kick and didn't pursue. She stretched out her bandaged hand and slowly clenched her fist, as if to strangle her target. "That woman is one of the top seeded fighters in the Asian region of the King of Fighters tournament. We'll meet soon. This time, in the North American finals, I will personally defeat her..."

After saying that, he took out the lip stud and slowly installed it.

The white fighter stood behind her, keeping his distance, and sighed, "Look at you, why are you wearing lip studs and nose rings? You looked so good just now. That's what a typical Japanese woman looks like, just like your mother..."

"Shut up, you have no right to mention my mother. None of this is your business. Belen Gambino, take care of yourself, otherwise, I will really kill you!" Reilly Gambino took off her nose ring and walked out with a sneer.

"Even if you kill me, as your brother, I have to say a few words when I see you like this..." Belen Gambino shouted loudly at Reilly Gambino's receding figure.

"Stop yelling! I don't think he'll ever treat you as his brother." The older white boxer spread his hands and said, "Be careful, she'll really kill you. Now that Reilly has been taught by the General, there aren't many rivals in our Gambino family..."

"That doesn't matter. I just treat her as my sister." Belen Gambino waved his hand nonchalantly. "Besides, she won't kill me. Uncle Terry, help me find out which woman actually beat Reilly."

"Why, do you want to help her get revenge?" The older white boxer said: "Don't blame me for not reminding you..."

"I know she doesn't like others to interfere in her affairs. As a brother, I can't be a brother hated by my sister. I just want to ensure her safety..." Belen Gambino interrupted.

On the East Coast, far away from Los Angeles.

In a large old mansion in New York City.

A welcome reception was held.

The people inside were either wearing Tang suits or Western suits.

All the women were wearing cocktail dresses, and many were wearing Hanfu.

There was only one Asian woman who was casually wearing home clothes and had a Mickey Mouse hairpin on her little head that she had just bought from Disneyland in Los Angeles.

Standing stiffly in the corner.

"Uncle Zhang, why didn't you tell me earlier that this was a welcome party for you? It's so rude of me to dress like this." Shen Muli covered her face in frustration, looking at the women around her who were dressed up and glamorous, and shrank back into the corner with a sense of inferiority.

"Show your warrior's aura, Shen Muli. What did I teach you?" Zhang Benhe said in a deep voice. "How can a true warrior be fooled by such scenes? You must always maintain confidence in the enemy, unite your mind and spirit, and smash all obstacles in your way with one punch."

"Yes!" Shen Muli stood up solemnly and said yes, then after thinking for a while, she felt something was wrong and asked weakly, "Uncle Zhang, why are you dressed so formally..."

As she spoke, she looked Zhang Benhe up and down.

Zhang Benhe, who usually wears a sweatshirt and flip-flops, is wearing a suit jacket today, which is rare.

She also changed into a pair of British-style brown brogues.

The leather shoes are polished to a very high shine.

As bright as his slicked-back hair

Shiny and shiny.

He looks like a business tycoon.

Moreover, the suit fits him perfectly, and you can tell at first glance that it was specially tailored by a skilled craftsman. It is not the common size that you can just buy outside.

"You even kept your hair down..." Shen Muli continued, "No wonder Uncle Zhang has been wearing a hat for a while now."

"Cough..." Zhang Benhe didn't say anything. His old face turned red and he walked towards the stage with a cough.

"Do you know why?" Zhang Benren walked over in a white suit.

Ning Sheng, the apprentice who followed him closely, was also wearing a white suit.

He still has a poker face since he saw Shen Muli as soon as he got off the plane today.

His eyes were fixed on Shenmuli, as if he was eager to compete.

"Why?" Shen Muli didn't want to pay attention to the master and disciple, but she couldn't resist the burning gossip spirit.

"Well, it's because of her, that coquettish woman." Zhang Benren raised his head and moved his chin.

A beautiful middle-aged Chinese woman walked out on the stage.

A black long dress, elegant and generous.

Zhang Benhe walked up to him and they looked at each other.

Both of their faces were weathered, yet they still had the shyness of young boys and girls.

"This is..." Shen Muli looked at the two of them in surprise, then thought about Zhang Benhe who usually looked domineering, and compared his current appearance.

My jaw almost dropped in surprise.

"Can't you tell? Senior brother's ex-lover, mistress." Zhang Benren touched his chin with a look of disgust on his face.

"Why do you look like you hate this woman?" Shen Muli said curiously.

"Is it so obvious?" Zhang Benren rubbed his face and turned to ask his honest apprentice Ning Sheng.

"It's obvious." Ning Sheng nodded seriously.

"From love to hate?" Shen Muli turned her head and asked curiously.

"Pt. Pt. Pt. Pt.!" Zhang Benren spat several times: "I still want to live a few more years..."

"Oh! Yes, I really hate this bitch!" Zhang Benren sighed: "Anyone who really puts this woman in trouble will be unlucky for eight lifetimes."

"Today's invitation to the dance party looks like it's to welcome my senior brother. I think they're going to use my senior brother as a pawn again."

“I can’t tell…” Shen Muli reached out and took a hamburger from the side and took a bite.

"Can you see you're still calling me a bitch?" Zhang Benren sneered.

"Don't learn from your master." Shenmuli turned around and taught Ningsheng.

"Fight with me..." Ning Sheng responded irrelevantly.

"What a pair of lunatics." Shen Muli turned her head away.

Several people turned their eyes to Zhang Benhe again.

The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at Zhang Benhe excitedly with her beautiful eyes: "I thought you would hide from me forever and never come to see me again..."

Zhang Benhe smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking into the middle-aged woman's affectionate gaze: "You are still so beautiful... Jiawen..."

"I'm old, I can't compare to those young women..." The beautiful woman called Jiawen glanced in Shen Muli's direction and said softly, "Who is that young and beautiful woman?"

"What are you thinking about? I brought her here to participate in the King of Boxing tournament." Zhang Benhe explained.

"Your apprentice, I knew you hadn't changed..." Jia Wen reached out his hand to pull Zhang Benhe, and with his other hand, he stroked Zhang Benhe's face and said affectionately: "You are old, but still so charming. Come with me..."

She pulled Zhang Benhe onto the stage, then took the microphone and said, "Dear brothers of the Hongmen!!"

Following her voice, everyone present stopped socializing and gathered under the stage.

"Today we are all gathered together. Many people only know that today is a party, but only a few people know that today is also a welcome reception!"

"Yes, today is indeed a welcome reception, and the one being welcomed is Mr. Zhang Benhe, the man next to me."

Everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Benhe.

This strange man actually got the famous beautiful lady in New York's Chinatown to hold his hand...

Everyone speculated about the man's identity.

After signaling for everyone to be quiet, the beautiful lady continued:

"Maybe many people are unfamiliar with this name, but since we are all members of the Hongmen, we should have heard of this name, Hongmen and Ye..."

There was a sudden buzz of discussion from the audience.

Zhang Benhe stood aside, frowning and saying nothing.

I was somewhat aware of the beautiful lady Jiawen's unauthorized behavior that went against the agreement.

I sighed inwardly.

She hasn't changed...

"Yes, he is Hongmen Heye." Jiawen's face flushed with excitement. "The children of Hongmen here, whether old or young, should have heard of this title."

"This title represents the unification of the gangs for so many years... Today he has come, and he will lead our Hongmen to stand firm in North America again, and no longer be bullied by any North American gangs..."

Zhang Benhe stood aside silently.

Poker face.