"The boss... It's here. The little angel bent slightly and said to the window.

Tang Dao's right hand was placed on his leg, his left hand was rhythmically tapping his knee, his eyes were closed, and when he heard the words, he slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the two groups of people standing at the door, and retracted his gaze very casually.

That Wu Sen's five big and three rough didn't feel anything, but that Duan Kun could feel the other party's contempt, as if... He was a bunch of gangsters who couldn't get on the stage, which made him feel annoyed for a while.

But he was also wise, or frightened, too.

Does that seem like an Asian?

Is there such a person in Boston?

"You go and inquire." Tang Dao asked, originally he was in the hotel, but on a whim, he planned to come to this Chinatown to have a look, these two groups of people wanted to fight, and it didn't matter what they did.

The little angel nodded, straightened up, looked at Duan Kun's two groups of people, frowned, and walked towards Wu Sang Nabo, he didn't like Duan Kun's triangular eyes a little bit, this is still based on appearance, and the most important thing is that many people know that muscular men are slightly "simple", that is, as the saying goes, stupid big guys.

"Sir, do you know Mark Lee?"

Many people don't know how to speak this English before they come, but you always have to be familiar with the environment, not the environment to get familiar with you, and the "forced" learning of new ways of living is inherent in every intelligent being, especially language, if you don't learn it, you have to be scolded by others, you have to smile and agree.

Wu Sang's English may not be very slippery, but basic dialogue is still okay.

After listening to the little angel's words, the group of people turned their heads to look at Duan Kun while their eyes were strange and curious.

The latter's heart sank, and the small little angel stopped at the only woman, frowning.

"Help me... Mark is my brother. Seeing this, the little sister hurriedly shouted loudly, and the horse boy next to her wanted to reach out to cover it, but it was too late, Duan Kun sighed in his heart, stood up, he wanted to speak, but it seemed that he didn't even understand a few special letters in English, so he could only say to the little brother who was wearing glasses and looked like Sven next to him, "You tell him that they owe me money and want me to let them go, as long as you return the money." ”

This is definitely not going to take this woman away, and the number of people on the other side seems to be quite a lot, and... There are guns! Duan Kun saw with his own eyes that the white suit opposite was hidden.

The pip is hard! Just get the money back, it's not too much to ask.

"How much?"

"$50,000!" Duan Kun stretched out a finger, he didn't know how to count, "Mark owes me 50,000, as long as you give it to me, I'll turn around and leave." ”

50,000?!

Wu Sen smacked his mouth, this guy really dared to speak.

The conflict between him and Mark is a little heard, the latter's mentality is too fair, and if it doesn't like the eyes, he has to say two words, once Duan Kun was very arrogant when he was collecting protection money, and pressed the store that sold melon seeds on the cabinet, Mark couldn't look at it, and he kicked him directly, and it was this kick that made the two people have a grudge since then.

Duan Kun has long wanted to kill the other party!

But Mark's popularity is also good, and he has a bit to do with a big guy in Chinatown, but the big guy recently left Boston, which allowed him to find an opportunity.

The little angel thought that he had misheard, and asked again in surprise, and Duan Kun repeated.

"50,000? Hehehehe..."The little angel nodded, smiled, and after taking a deep look at him, he walked to the side of the tiger head and whispered a few words, Tang Dao finally turned his head and looked at the next Duan Kun.

Well...

Looks good to bully.

"I'll leave it to you." Tang Dao finished speaking very calmly, and the window went up.

Duan Kun kept staring, and when he saw this scene, he sighed in his heart, and hurriedly looked at the little angels and others, and found that the latter put his hand in from his back waist, and then took out a short stick, flicked it, and became longer.

After the other employees did the same, they rushed towards Duan Kun.

"Hey, hey... You can do it again..."Duan Kun panicked, he wanted to say, he could have less, but the little angel didn't listen to him at all, and smashed a stick at his head when he went up, Duan Kun hurriedly flashed to the side, but the Ling Feng brought up by this still scared him a lot, his scalp was numb, and when he came back to his senses, his face was full of anger.

"Call me! Fuck, are these foreigners arrogant here? Beat! ”

He roared, and punched the right cheek of the little angel, this street fight is all about a ruthless and fierce, far from the ancient ranger, that is, adhering to the idea of a large number of people, of course, this is a basic small group, you have to say that you have practiced, Duan Kun is just a crop handle, but when you meet the Italian boxing champion, this is not the end of the brain.

The little angel squats, gets up, and hooks!

Coherent.

This punch directly stunned the other party, stumbled a few times, and finally couldn't support it, and fell to the ground stiffly.

"Senior Brother Wu, these foreign devils are very fierce." The group of people in the Zhenbei Martial Arts Hall stood and watched from a distance, discussing in a whisper, as for going up to help? If you can go up and beat Duan Kun twice, you are already very face-saving, and you don't fall into the well.

Wu Sen frowned on his left eye, he was a bit of a martial arts idiot, the master ran to Boston in 49 for some special reasons, at that time, the opening of the martial arts hall was to pay attention to ability, almost all the martial arts halls in Chinatown went over alone, and only then did he gain a firm foothold.

It's just that traditional martial arts have declined, and no one can last for several years of boredom, and it's not as happy as peanuts.

But Wu Sen found that these white people were masters of shooting speed and dodging, and they were rushing at the joints, a bit similar to karate, etc., which was more lethal, wide open and closed, with a bit of army flavor.

Don't...

Is there a warlord sitting in the Tiger Head Run?

But it doesn't look like a word.

Anyway, Duan Kun is getting into trouble this time.

"I feel like they've all killed people." Wu Sen said in a deep voice.

The eight people in front of him went smoothly and put down a dozen people on the opposite side...

He fell to the ground and wailed, holding his hands and feet.

When the apprentice of the Zhenbei Martial Arts Hall heard this, his sphincter muscles tightened.

Killed?

What age is it now, really fake? But Wu Sen is very boring and never jokes, which is a little scary, Wu Sen felt the cowardice of the senior brothers behind him, and suddenly the words of the master sounded, "There is no blood!" Without momentum, without wolf nature, martial arts will be eliminated after all..."

Smack.

The little angel closed the stick, his breathing was slightly disturbed, he took a deep breath, and walked towards the little sister, "Ma'am, you are safe, where is Mr. Mark Lee?" ”

The little sister was also stunned to see all this, and when she heard the other party's question, she was excited and shook her head, "My eldest brother doesn't know... I didn't see it. As he spoke, he was going to cry again.

"I know where Mark Lee is."

Wu Sen, who had been listening to the side, suddenly said, this scared the senior brother, for fear that he was going to do something, he was a well-known martial arts idiot, and his hands were easy to itch, and he didn't know if it was athlete's foot.

"I'll take you there, he's in the Zhenbei Martial Arts Pavilion."

The little angel looked at him suspiciously. Then nodded slowly, and went to Tang Dao to report, when he heard the very old name of the martial arts hall, Tang Dao was also a little moved, this was only heard in the grandfather's story, after all, as a mobile third generation, he had never seen it at all, this Chinese still has a little accent, but it can be said that it is already very good.

"Let's go, I'd like to see it too."

The little angel hurriedly opened the car door, and Tang Dao came out of the car, with pockets in his pockets, wearing a light orange suit, looking as if he was carrying Pinru's wardrobe.

……