The dispute in the tailor shop was quickly resolved. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoSince the old tailor was willing to give up the two and a half dollars he hadn't paid yet, Qin Lang naturally didn't need to pursue the issue of the cuckold anymore - although he really wanted to beat up the old guy violently.

He left the tailor shop with O'Connor and Duncan.

It's just that Duncan began to complain as soon as he went out. "Are we just going to leave it at that?"

"What else can we do? Beat up the old guy? Qin Lang shook his head, "Although I really want to beat him up, if we really do that, it will probably kill him." ”

"But we should at least get him to spit out another two and a half dollars."

"Do you think he can throw it up?" O'Connor asked him rhetorically, but without waiting for an answer, he continued: "He could not have spit out the money—neither the ability nor the willingness." And we can't force him yet. I didn't want his life, nor did I want him to call the police. ”

"Hell, three future jewel ......"

"Don't say those two words, Duncan." Qin Lang interrupted Duncan's nagging and angrily reprimanded, "Do you want all of Los Angeles to know about our plan?" ”

"Nope."

"Then keep your mouth shut."

"Okay."

"Now let's go back to the car, I'm going to get some good sleep." The head cover, the map, the compass, as well as the rifle and bullets, the necessary things were all ready, and now, the only thing Qin Lang wanted to do was to get back to the truck hidden in the woods outside the city as soon as possible, and then sleep comfortably until tomorrow morning.

And that's what O'Connor and Duncan were thinking. In fact, they were even more tired than Qin Lang. Although they don't have to drive, there is no way for anyone to really rest for a moment in a truck that is running at a speed of 60 miles per hour, and severe motion sickness also doubles their energy and physical strength, and they have long wanted to find a place to rest.

So the three of them stopped and walked straight out of the city.

However, despite their desperate desire to get back into the truck, this wish was not fulfilled for the time being - because trouble soon found them.

To be more precise, it was Qin Lang who took the initiative to find a trouble.

As he passed the corner of a street, he stumbled upon several strong men beating up an emaciated opponent. Under normal circumstances, he would have turned a blind eye to this kind of thing, and this time it shouldn't have been an exception, but Qin Lang soon discovered that the poor creature who was being beaten to death had a long braid hanging from the back of his head.

It was a Chinese who was being beaten.

It can only be so.

However, in the first minute, Qin Lang still didn't want to meddle in this matter. Los Angeles is not a small place like Las Vegas, and if he gets into a confrontation with a few white people, the police will arrive quickly, and then he will only have two options: shoot out of Los Angeles, or get the police in jail.

Although he was willing to help a compatriot - in fact, "ancestor" - out of trouble, it would be much less expensive to help him if it meant causing him great trouble for himself. Qin Lang didn't think of himself as a saint, and he didn't want to be a saint either, when dealing with problems, he had to think about his own interests first.

But things soon changed.

Several of the onlookers' heads, also in long braids, caught his attention. These Chinese who had no expression on their faces, but faithfully played the role of the audience, made Qin Lang feel very unpleasant.

He didn't like the numbness of these people.

Then he thought for a moment. Since he didn't like the performance of these people, of course, he couldn't take the same attitude towards the problems he was currently experiencing.

So he began to walk towards the crowd.

Seeing his movements, Duncan's scalp began to tingle. "Looks like something big is going to happen soon."

"I just hope it's within our control." O'Connor bit his lip, "Duncan, you'd better get your weapons ready. ”

"Prepare weapons? God, this is Los Angeles, not Las Vegas! Duncan shouted in panic, but O'Connor didn't seem to hear him at all, and after loading the bullet into the magazine, he went to chase Qin Lang.

Duncan had no choice but to let out a lament: "Oh my God, trouble is getting bigger and bigger right now. "But if he loses Qin Lang, his trouble will become even greater—without Qin Lang, he can't escape the gunman's pursuit. So, despite not liking the current state of affairs at all, Duncan chased after him.

At this time, Qin Lang had already walked into the middle of the crowd. However, he didn't rush to get in, but decided to get things figured out first.

"What's going on?" He asked the man standing in front of him.

His fluent English confused the subject of his question—because he didn't look back, he didn't find out Qin Lang's identity, but just mistook him for an American from out of town. "A little thing, that Chinese owe a lot of money to the Jackson brothers, and now they are collecting it." But this is also what he deserves, who let him rent their house. ”

"What's the problem?"

"Fifty dollars a month, and only an idiot would rent the Jackson brothers' shabby house. However, this price is also for those who have just arrived in Los Angeles Chinese......"

"Thank you. By the way, if you have time, please call the police. "Since it's so simple, there's no need to listen any further. Qin Lang pushed away the "audience" in front of him and walked into the scene under the surprised gaze of him and others. Noticing this uninvited guest, two strong men immediately greeted him.

Qin Lang stood calmly in front of them. "Which of you is Jackson?"

Both grinned at the same time. "We all are." Then one of them pointed to the two men who were still beating the poor worm and said, "They too." ”

The Jackson Brothers? Qin Lang also smiled. "If you have another brother, you can change your surname to Sullivan."

"Why?"

"Just talk about it, don't take it seriously." Sometimes, Qin Lang also felt that his associations were too rich, which usually didn't help what he had to do. "Actually, what I want to say is, why are you hitting him?"

"He owes us money, it's as simple as that. Chinese, do you want to help him pay back? A Jackson called.

"Nope." Let a poor ghost help another poor ghost pay off his debts? Joke! Of course, Qin Lang is by no means here to make trouble. "But do you think beating him up will help settle your debts?"

"Nope." Another Jackson affirmed, and then he started laughing, "but we thought it was fun to beat him up." And it can also warn Chinese like you to get out of the United States. ”

"Don't you think it's unfriendly?"

"You Chinese don't need anything friendly." The two Jacksons obviously didn't have the patience to continue talking nonsense with Qin Lang, "Now, get out of here immediately, if you don't plan to pay back for that kid." ”

"If I don't leave, will you beat me?"

"Of course......" However, the two Jacksons didn't finish their words, and of course they didn't really wave their fists to beat Qin Lang. Because Qin Lang had already put two pistols to their foreheads - and it should be further pointed out that although the Jackson brothers were very strong, their height was not comparable to Qin Lang, although Qin Lang's height was only one hundred and seventy-five centimeters......

The world suddenly fell silent.

The sudden change made everyone present temporarily quiet. Although they all saw Qin Lang carrying a rifle on his back, however, except for O'Connor and Duncan, no one thought that he would really point a gun at the heads of the Jackson brothers.

As a Chinese, his performance was too unusual.

But more unusual performances are yet to come.