The odds are 1.5, so Ferrati and Shi Zhong each earned 150,000 US dollars, and the 100,000 that Ferretti got rid of in the first game also earned 50,000 yuan, which made him happy, and said that he wanted to invite Shi Zhong to dinner.

When Shi Zhong and Ferrati walked out of the building, they met the three young Americans in the parking lot, or it was more appropriate that Shi Zhong was waiting for them.

"An Italian bitch, a yellow monkey, a nigger, oh? And a chick, what, are you going to come and apologize to me? Or rather, you Italian bitch who wants to come and lick my ass/eye? One of the young Americans looked at Ferrati with a sneer, a look of disdain, although there was a tall bodyguard behind Ferrati, they ate Ferrati to death and did not dare to do it, because this is in San Francisco, USA, this is the source of their confidence.

"Johnson, you shouldn't be so explicit, bitches need to be dressed too!" The other two laughed.

"You damn Yankees, when you're going to cry!" Ferrati's face was gloomy, his eyes flickering, he had never been insulted like this since he had grown up in a large Italian family.

At this time, some people walked out in twos and threes, drove into the car, and soon, the parking lot was deserted.

The three young Americans didn't dare to do anything, and after saying a few sarcastic words, they opened the car door and wanted to leave, seeing that the people were basically gone, they looked at Shi Zhong, and when they saw Shi Zhong nodding, Ferrati gave Sal a look, and Sal strode forward, blocking their car door and not letting it close.

"Damn, you—" An American was about to scold, but Sal's fist immediately entertained him, grabbed his head and slammed it against the door, and then pulled him out of the car, and with a bang, the door closed, and the key was pulled out and stuffed into his pocket.

The other two saw that Ferrati really dared to make a move, cursed, there was a trace of panic on their faces, they took out the phone and wanted to dial, and their eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness when they looked at Ferrati.

Where will Shi Zhong do what he wants, his heart moved, Johnson's number had not been dialed, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground for no reason, and Ferrati shouted: "Sal, hurry up, knock the two of them down!" ”

Sal is actually quite good in combat, after all, he is black, and the reason why he was stunned last night was purely because people pointed guns at the top of their heads and did not dare to resist, and he was holding his breath in his heart, his brother who had been together since childhood was killed by a group of people for no reason, and he just practiced with these arrogant Americans.

Not to mention, these Americans are also very strong-mouthed, relying on some strength in San Francisco, but their own strength is not at all, and Sal will take down the other two with two or three punches.

"Damn the Yankees, I'll make you arrogant!" Ferrati treats the enemy fiercely, several kicks are at Johnson's vital point, suddenly, his eyes rolled, and he kicked out a fierce kick, right in Johnson's lower body, Johnson let out an earth-shattering scream, and immediately fainted.

The other two looked at Ferrati in horror: "You're actually... You're dead! ”

"Hey, hey, dead? I think you're going to die, it's a big deal that Lao Tzu will leave San Francisco now, see what you can do with me! Ferrati looked at the two men grimly, frightened the two Americans who had just become invincible, and they almost wanted to go first.

"Alright, Ferrati, let's go!" Shi Zhong frowned secretly, he didn't expect Ferrati to be so ruthless and hit someone's lower body hard, I hope that poor Johnson is okay.

"Good luck for you!" Ferrati kicked the two Americans, got into the car in hatred, and the Citroen roared away.

Here, the other two Americans hurriedly ran over to check the situation of Johnson, who was still screaming, and when they saw the blood stains on his crotch, their faces turned pale, Johnson's old man is a famous underworld leader in San Francisco, if you blame it...

In the car, Ferrati said excitedly: "Your Excellency Poseidon, have you seen the expressions of those Americans?" It's like a dog! ”

Wang Ling didn't say a word, she found it difficult to see through the stone clock, this young man was sometimes funny, but sometimes terrifying, like just now, but she had to stay by his side and translate for him, because this Italian named Ferrati seemed to talk a lot.

Shi Zhong frowned and said: "Ferrati, you shouldn't kick that Johnson like that, that Johnson is not simple, perhaps, we are going to be in trouble!" ”

Ferrati waved his hand and said, "What are you afraid of?" Big deal, let's go now! ”

Shi Zhong suddenly rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "But I can't leave San Francisco because of something, Ferrati, otherwise, you leave San Francisco first, and I'll deal with this matter?" ”

When Farati heard this, he was anxious and said, "Your Excellency the Sea God, do you look down on me?" I have pure Italian roots, how could I do such a thing? And I'm sure I can help! ”

Shi Zhong shook his head, too lazy to say, this Ferrati is arrogant and arrogant, and it is really difficult to serve.

"Huh? Stop the car! Shi Zhong suddenly shouted, Sal was very obedient, parked the car firmly on the side of the road, Shi Zhong opened the car door and walked down, and walked to the back of the car.

"Huh? It's him? Wang Ling and Ferrati also found a figure behind them, it was the bald monk who beat the two-meter-tall Russian man to death with one punch, but at this time the bald monk seemed to be a little miserable, holding a clay pot in his left hand, his right hand was hanging down, and it was very difficult to walk with a limp, obviously, although the battle just now ended quickly, he was also seriously injured.

"Need help?" Shi Zhong stepped forward and asked, speaking in English.

The bald monk glanced at the stone bell vigilantly, and walked forward, ignoring the stone clock.

"How far can you go like this, there is no car on this part of the road, and if you go any further, your feet and hands will be wasted!" Shi Zhong said loudly, he spoke Chinese this time, and the bald monk suddenly turned back and said in amazement, "Are you Chinese?" ”

Shi Zhong smiled, knowing what the problem was, and said, "Of course I am Chinese, such as a fake exchange!" ”

Although the bald head did not have the vigilance just now, he still maintained a certain degree of vigilance: "Why are you helping me? ”

Shi Zhong said with a smile: "You just said that I am Chinese, besides, if your hands and feet are not treated, it will be wasted!" ”

At this time, the bald man's right hand swayed from side to side uncontrollably, and Shi Zhong could see clearly, all his five fingers were deformed, and his bones were cracked, which was shocking.

The bald head smiled, looking very honest: "It's not cured, my right hand is useless, thank you for your kindness, if you can send me to the city, I will thank you!" ”

Shi Zhong frowned: "How do you know if you can't be cured if you haven't gone to the hospital?" Do you want to live a life of disability? ”

The bald head shook his head and said: "That Russian has a lot of strength, although I used my dark strength to kill him in one fell swoop, but his strength destroyed the tissue and muscle structure of the entire arm, and the arm bones were also cracked, and it was not good to treat him at all!" ”

"Dark energy?" Shi Zhong frowned, this was the first time he had heard of these things.

"It's a technique that uses the strength of the human body, and I also found it by chance, just touching a little fur, I used to mention it to the master of Shaolin Temple, but I didn't understand it when I told you!" Maybe it was a request from Shi Zhong, and the bald tone also improved, explaining vaguely.

"Is it internal strength? Is it possible to cultivate true qi? Shi Zhong's eyes lit up.

The bald head was about to vomit and said: "Where is there any internal strength and true qi, my master has been in the Shaolin Temple for thirty years, and I have never seen anyone know such a method as true qi, but the strength of the human body does exist, and ordinary people don't need to cultivate, but it is difficult to control!" ”

Shi Zhong was a little disappointed and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Me?" The bald head laughed, and a trace of grief flashed in his eyes, "Since my mother died, I have long since lost my home!" It turned out that the reason why the bald head came to fight boxing was to have the money to send his mother's ashes back to his hometown in China for burial, which was the only wish of the old man before he died, but she did not expect that her son would give an arm for this wish.

Shi Zhong suddenly said, "If I can heal your arm, and I can also find a feng shui treasure place to bury in your mother's hometown, are you willing to do something for me?" ”

"What?" The bald head didn't react at once.

Shi Zhong repeated it again, this idea was not a temporary idea, when he saw the powerful combat power of the bald head, he had this thought, and the lesson of being forced out of the country made Shi Zhong understand a truth, that is, he must have his own power, if his own business is put on Lin Yuan, the son of Lin Ba, it will be a piece of cake at all, why? People have strength!

"Who are you? What do you want me to do for you? How can you heal my hand? The bald head asked, his eyes suddenly sharpening.

"Don't worry, I won't ask you to do anything hurtful, besides, I'm just a businessman, I just see that you are good and want a bodyguard, as for how I can cure your hand, you can rest assured, I won't deceive you, and I can't deceive you!" Shi Zhong said lightly, "Besides, is the $100,000 you won boxing enough for you to spend the rest of your life?" I can also use my power to help your mother find a feng shui treasure so that her old family can rest underground! Shi Zhong knew from his tone that this bald head was a dutiful son.

Sure enough, when he heard the last condition, his bald eyes lit up, and he said: "As long as you promise me three conditions, I will sell you this one hundred and fifty catties of meat!" ”

"You say!" Shi Zhong was secretly overjoyed, he had been framed as a super thug so easily, although he wasn't sure if he could do it over the Indian in white he saw last night, but he should be better than Brother Cheng!

"First, you have to ask the best feng shui physiographer in China to explore the yin cave in my hometown, bury my mother, and build a luxurious house for my mother, who did not enjoy a good day before her death, and the unfilial son only hopes that she can live well in the underworld!" The bald head was a little sad, stroking the clay pot on his left hand, which actually contained his mother's ashes.

"It's easy, no problem!" Shi Zhong replied briskly.

"Second, heal my arm!"

"Okay!" Shi Zhong agreed, slandering: What is the use of me if I don't cure you, it seems that this bald head has no scheming, but he is relieved of his worries.

"Third, help me kill Sampras!" A fierce light suddenly appeared in the bald head's eyes, and he wanted to tear Sampras apart.

"Sampras? The Chinese underworld? Shi Zhong frowned, this matter is a bit tricky.

"If you can't agree to these three conditions to me, I will make myself a waste and I won't accept your help!" The bald head saw Shi Zhong's hesitation.

"Why did you kill Sampras? And with your strength, can't you kill him? Shi Zhong asked.

"He forced my mother to death, and it was his men who pushed my mother down and rolled down the stone ladder!" The bald head looked hateful, "I wanted to sneak up on him several times, but there were gunmen around him, and I couldn't get close to him at all!" ”

Shi Zhong pondered and said, "Okay, I promise you!" "Let's take this super thug under his command first, as for Sampras's matter in the long run, if it really doesn't work, then you can only use the killer, anyway, slaughtering the Chinese, it is more than innocent.

"What are you talking about? Talking for so long? Wang Ling saw that Shi Zhong and that fist had been talking about something, and he couldn't come over after talking for so long, so he walked over.

"It's nothing, let's go, give this brother a ride!" Shi Zhongdao, several people got back into the car, Wang Ling sat in the passenger seat as a female surname, and Shi Zhong sat in the middle behind him, but Ferrati kept turning his head and staring at the bald head curiously.

(To be continued)