Li Shaoyang drank a good cocktail, but he didn't expect this bartender to be quite professional. The whole bar was in a mess now, and the bartender's fat body flexibly dragged a few thugs into the side of the aisle, and then made two quick phone calls.

The first was to inform the boss, and the second was to call an unlicensed black doctor in Chinatown.

The doctor who arrived first, in his sixties, was still wearing a horse coat-like clothes, squatted down to look at it, then shook his head and said in thick Cantonese: "Go to the hospital, wait a while, both of them will be crippled if they don't die." The old doctor still had a bone-setting pill or something, but he turned around and asked in English, "Who beat it?" ”

Li Shaoyang put down the wine glass and said, "I hit it." ”

The old gentleman took a serious look at him, supported his left foot on the ground, and stood up on one leg: "Are you Korean?" ”

Li Shaoyang was nothing, but when he saw the old gentleman's action of getting up, he couldn't help but be stunned: "This is the kung fu of the Tan family's legs on the 24th Road of the Northern School, and I saw it here, in this old man." ”

He replied: "North Goryeo ......"

The old gentleman glanced at Li Shaoyang silently, then whispered a few words to the bearded bartender, turned around and left, and soon the sound of the ambulance came.

And Li Shaoyang also heard the old man's words clearly, what he said was: "This is the killer in Donghe Park, be careful, and say hello to the 'goat' boss for me." ”

From this sentence alone, Li Shaoyang came to the conclusion that this old doctor is most likely a gang member in Chinatown, so it seems that the "Chinatown Taibao" and the "Chicago Musketeers" are already in a state of cooperation.

However, this is just a small episode, the Chinese kung fu represented by the Tan family's legs is like a child playing at home in front of the practitioners. Even if the Taibao in Chinatown is a martial arts master, it is a dead end for the gods. Guys who are already doomed, why care.

Li Shaoyang drank the wine, and suddenly gave birth to a feeling of loneliness, in this whole world, it seems that only I am fighting with those powerful gods, I, a person who is trying to save the world, but no earthling can understand, this is really nonsense.

At this time, the bartender closed the door lightly, and stood aside with some awe, his denim pants were still wet, but he didn't dare to move. After waiting a few more minutes, the back door of the bar opened and a man with a handkerchief over his nose walked in.

Li Shaoyang glanced at it, the delicate tie, shiny leather shoes, and the folded brimmed hat that the old-school mafia likes to wear, this outfit can be seen that this person must be a high-ranking figure of the musketeer.

Sure enough, the bar respectfully greeted him: "Hey, goat boss, I think I've found a guy who can fight." ”

The middle-aged man known as a goat raised his head, with long narrow eyes and a pointed chin, indeed a bit like a goat. But his tone was soft: "Dear Dickinson, how is old John?"

The bartender hurriedly leaned into his ear to report the situation, but the goat frowned and picked up the handkerchief, as if sensitive to the stench on the bartender: "Send something for Lisa and take her to see old John." She is the daughter of Old John and needs our help and care. ”

It sounded like a boss who cared about his subordinates, but the bartender hesitated: "Goat, Lisa is only sixteen years old, she's too young......"

In her life, the bartender's head was pressed to the wine bottle by a goat: "Sixteen years old is already very big, and she won't be able to make money in two years, do you understand...... Old John's medical bills come out of Lisa's pick-up, we're not philanthropists, you know! ”

Li Shaoyang silently drank another glass, sure enough, he thought too much, and a bad guy is a bad guy.

The goat dealt with the matter here, and then sat on the chair brought by the bartender and looked at Li Shaoyang: "Hey, young man, do you know our rules?" I'm the person in charge of these three streets. ”

Li Shaoyang shook his head, thinking about what he had just said about Lisa, and ignored the goat gentleman, but asked the bartender: "Does the boss of your gang have a phone?" ”

The goat's narrow eyes flashed, and he suppressed his anger, and pressed his hand on the hilt of the gun in his arms, which made him feel much more comfortable.

"I'm going to throw the rabbit's corpse in the alley later." The goat thought to himself, he would never allow such an Asian waste to insult himself and his noble status.

The bartender swallowed his saliva over there, and said to Li Shaoyang tremblingly: "It's all the goat boss here who says it...... count."

All right! Li Shaoyang put down his wine glass, got up and smiled at the goat, and then raised his middle finger.

You bastard, the goat jumped up, and before the gun could be touched, he lost the figure of this Asian kid, and then he felt a chill in his neck, and a pair of cold but powerful hands grabbed his head......

With a "click", Li Shaoyang twisted the goat's neck, watched him fall to the ground with wide eyes, and then said to the bartender: "Now, the goat boss's words don't count." ”

……

Fifteen minutes later, a Buick car stopped at the door, and the bartender lowered his head and sent Li Shaoyang to the car, so that he had time to deal with his pants, the front of the pants was urinated, but the back was pulled, and it was the first time he saw someone who could twist people's necks alive like in the movie, and it was the goat boss, the famous villain.

Li Shaoyang got into the car, watched the car drive to Queens, and finally stopped in front of a detached villa that could be called luxurious even in New York.

The villa is surrounded by large green areas, a private swimming pool in the distance, and a small golf training course.

The four big men in Buick's business held their guns nervously, followed Li Shaoyang vigilantly, and after passing through the third layer of security, they took him to the pool.

In the swimming pool, a pot-bellied man paddled hard, and finally reluctantly climbed up, grabbed a bath towel and wiped it before looking at Li Shaoyang.

"He killed the goat!" A man with a gun whispered.

The big fat man looked at Li Shaoyang in surprise: "Why did you kill my brother?" ”

Li Shaoyang didn't speak, but looked up in the direction of the villa, where there was a corridor, and at this time there were at least four snipers squatting above the corridor, it seemed that the gang boss was very cautious.

Li Shaoyang raised his hands, signaled that he had no weapons, and then took out the white marijuana: "I'm here to find a long-term job." ”

The big fat boss didn't look at his goods, but tilted his head and thought for a while: "I heard that you are very good at fighting?" ”

Li Shaoyang shrugged: "Not bad." ”

The big fat man smiled, turned to the bodyguard and said, "Let the 'little boy' come in and fight with him." ”

The bodyguard's eyes shrank and hurriedly walked out, and then everyone heard heavy footsteps, because the floor of the swimming pool was a high-grade crystal brick, so when the "little boy" who was 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighed 100KG walked in, the crystal floor began to tremble.

"Little Boy", a former IBF super heavyweight boxing champion, has won three boxing championship belts in his career, and is also a frequent participant in the WBC boxing championship, after retiring, he was once addicted to drugs, and later disappeared, as for his nickname "Little Boy", it is not a joke, but because this gentleman punches with amazing power, just like a nuclear bomb. So the nuclear bomb that exploded in Hiroshima was used as a nickname.

The little boy walked in, clasped his hands, licked his tongue and said, "Mr. Paul, are you kidding?" This little guy wants to fight me? ”

The big fat man Paul had already picked up his cigar: "Always have some fun for you, or you won't be suffocated, my boxing champion!" ”

The little boy shook his head and took a stance against Li Shaoyang......

As the heir of one of the five major mafia families in the United States, Paul has seen too much of Li Shaoyang's provocative guys, so he is not interested, at this time he picked up the cigar cutter, ready to enjoy the screams of this Asian kid when he was beaten.

But a fine Cuban cigar had just been cut, and before he could roast it, he heard a thud and the pool floor shattered.

Paul looked up in shock and saw Li Shaoyang smiling at him, the former world boxing champion curled up on the ground, foaming at the mouth and twitching all over his body.

"Okay......" Paul said after a moment of pause, "young man, you have piqued my interest." ”

……

Li Shaoyang was taken to the villa's lounge with his bag, which was well-equipped, and the four bodyguards who were escorting him at gunpoint did not dare to stand too close to him. Even though they were armed with weapons, they felt a chill run through their backs.

One punch, just one punch knocked out the little boy's behemoth, the former world boxing champion with three belts......

Li Shaoyang sat comfortably on the sofa, smoking the fine Cuban cigar that Paul had given him, knowing that Paul was investigating his identity at this time.

However, he had already prepared it, and all of Wu's information was transferred to the files of the New York Police Department by Zhao Ling'er, as long as Boss Paul chatted with the inside line in the police department, he would get his "detailed information".

I believe that this information will satisfy Paul, Wu's life is simply to prepare for coming out to mix.

Li Shaoyang waited for two hours, Paul walked in in a snow-white suit with a smile, and shook hands with him politely: "Wu, the goods you brought are worth 2 million US dollars, which is the best goods, but it doesn't matter, what I need is your talent." ”

He cordially stretched out his hand, and put both hands on Li Shaoyang's shoulders: "Let's go, there is a family-style party tonight, and I need a bodyguard." ”

Li Shaoyang followed Paul out of the lounge, and a guy handed over a suitcase.

Li Shaoyang was led to the sauna room inside the villa by two tall Eastern European beauties with a smile, and these two high-quality girls were the "meeting gifts" that Paul gave him.

Ruthlessly drove the two women out of the sauna, Li Shaoyang took a good shower, instructed the little golden toad to continue to hide in his hair, and then changed into a black suit with a good texture, and finally opened the box, and the first thing he saw was a gun license.

"That's a sweet boss." Li Shaoyang shook his head with a smile, and loaded the Browning M911 automatic pistol and magazine under the gun license. When he walked out of the sauna gloomily and followed Paul into the Chevrolet bulletproof stretcher, all the thugs around him bowed their heads in awe.

"Fame is made by fists and blood." Paul muttered a classic sentence, turned his head to Li Shaoyang and smiled: "Congratulations, you have officially entered the Tao." ”