Under François's high pressure, Zvi barely lay in the hospital for two days, and on the third day, François's high pressure also failed.

Zvi couldn't live because of the money, but more importantly because of the newsstand. The newsstand was his only place to live, and not guarding the newsstand was like torture to Zvi.

Thankfully, the newsstand is still there!

The host returned, and François gave way.

Despite his poor image, Zvi sat behind the newsstand, his demeanor ......

François sat down on the steps to the side, chatting with Zvi in a casual manner.

Suddenly, Zvi's body stiffened, and then he gritted his teeth at François and said, "Those two bitches are here!" ”

François found it thirty seconds earlier than Zvivi.

Behind the two villains, Gozchiniak and Ernnie Jr. followed them from a distance. Obviously, the father and son were worried about Zvi and came to take a look.

Zvi's description of the man who hit him is accurate.

The two bastards shook to the newsstand, and Zvi's eyes erupted with anger.

"Poles, is the money ready?" The little villain asked arrogantly.

Before Zvi could reply, François said: "I cover this stall now." ”

François suddenly interjected, and both villains turned around, their eyes squinting and staring at François.

Undeterred by François's bear-bearing physique, the blonde-haired villain said viciously: "Don't be smart, fools!" You're also a Polish? ”

"It's not." François replied in a proper manner.

"What do you want to do? Be a fool who thinks you're smart? If you want to give it a try, we're ready to change your mind. You probably don't cry when you see the coffin, are you a Polish? ”

"At the moment, I'm a Ranny," François admitted, turning his head to a slight smile at little Ernny, who was hiding on the steps, not far away, before turning to the two young men and adding with the same smile: "At the moment, I am a true Pole." ”

"We don't like people to fight with us, we don't like it very much." The little villain threatened, "One of the guys who did this recently got a taste of our awesomeness." We don't like Polishes, you'd better fucking be nosy! ”

"What do you do?" After the little villain, the blonde villain asked.

"I'm a Polish newspaper seller by and through," François replied in a tone that was both pleasant and gentle.

"Then you pay a dollar for protection, so that people don't come to you in trouble. One dollar a day, every day, and twenty cents on Sunday, because the Sunday newspaper is more expensive, and you earn more. You pay for protection and no one will come to you again. If you don't pay, you'll be given a little bit of color. Got it? You just have to pay a dollar a day, a dollar and twenty cents a Sunday, it's simple, isn't it? Any Pole can understand this. The blonde villain said.

"I'm a Pole, but I'm probably starting to understand." François said: "I have to pay you six dollars a week plus one dollar and twenty cents, for a total of seven dollars and twenty cents." ”

"Poles, you're smart, yes, that's the number." Short scoundrel said.

After thinking about it, François said, "I think it can." ”

The short villain and the blonde villain laughed when they heard this, and then sang and said in harmony that this is right, after all, as a Polish, he is not too stupid, and it is indeed seven dollars and twenty cents a week. He will be protected by paying the money, no one will come to trouble him again, he will be protected and become a worthy Pole.

"That will make me very satisfied." François said: "I've always dreamed of being a good Pole, but there's just one problem......

"What's the problem?" The blonde villain asked.

"I'm not afraid of you, not at all. You're two people, and even if I try desperately to make myself afraid, I can't be afraid. It's not my fault, maybe because there are only two of you, and if you're three, I'd probably be scared. Yes, I might have been scared then, but I don't care about two people. "François seems to be very sorry not to be afraid of them.

The short villain and the blonde villain couldn't help but glance at each other, they both felt a little messy, and they couldn't figure out what was going on. Suddenly, the short man showed a bright knife in his hand, and measured it as if demonstratively.

François shook his head, looking very disappointed, and said, "No, it's a pity! Even so, I was not afraid, even though I tried my best to make myself afraid. Really, I'm really trying. ”

The two villains' heads were even more confused, and they looked at François in a daze, and only when François stretched out a bear's paw to choke the wrist of the short man with a knife, they reacted.

The short man was short, but extremely strong, and belonged to the shape of a earth tank, but his wrist fell into François's paws, and no matter how much the short man struggled, he did not move.

François pulled the knife over, bringing the sharp tip close to him until it reached his chest, and then, he pressed it again, and the blade stabbed almost two centimeters into the flesh between his deltoid and pectoralis muscles.

François's face did not change, and his eyes still had that misty and trance-like look.

Pressing the knife still in his chest, François whispered: "Even now, I am not afraid. Of course, if there are three of you, the whole situation will change. ”

With that, François pushed the short man's wrist away, and the blade pulled out, leaving a round puddle of blood on his faded blue shirt.

"If you're three people, it's different. I must have been scared then, and you can come back whenever you want. ”

The two of them didn't know how they left, and their heads were foggy all the time.

The two villains left, and Zvi recognized the fact that compared to the big bears, these villains were children who had played with the family, and such a big bear naturally couldn't do anything to him.

Zvi felt that he could go home and rest in confidence.

Gozcinyak has more life experience than Zvi, and he can see that he can see it more clearly. Gozchiniak sent Zvi home, leaving little Ernier to help François look after the stall.

An hour and a half later, when it was time to close the stalls, the truck came and collected all the newspapers and magazines that had not been sold.

While François and Irill Jr. were busy closing their stalls, the villains came again.

This time it wasn't two, it was three, the number that François said he might be afraid of.

The extra scoundrel, apparently the leader of the scoundrel group, stopped in front of the newsstand and looked at François as he busied.

François straightened up, looked at the three villains, nodded, and said, "Very good, that's right!" You believe it, right? I told you that if there were three of you, the whole situation would be different, and honestly, now I'm scared. ”

The three villains gave each other a look, and the blonde villain said in Italian, "He's a madman!" This guy is a complete psychopath! ”

Such a big neuropathy, anyone who sees it will get dizzy.

François continued: "I think I should pay this dollar, since I am afraid, I am willing to pay, but it is so pitiful, only a dollar a day, what a shame!" It's true that you don't want much, so you can't get rich, but if you think it's enough, that's your problem. It's a shame to squeeze just a dollar out of these Poles! Actually, they played you tricks, and you can squeeze more oil and water out of them, but I don't want to interfere in your business, take it, it's a dollar paid to you. ”

François was intimidated and gave the money, and the three scoundrels felt that the big man was not so terrible, so they became arrogant again, and they asked François what he meant by saying that this thing was too embarrassing and that such things were. Does this mean that they are all pig-headed three? He treats them like pigs, doesn't he? Is he looking for death? Did he want to be beaten up like the little Polish bastard who ran the newsstand before him?

"If that's exactly what you need, just say it and we'll satisfy you right away. Also, you say you have a way to get more money out of the Poles, what's that trick? ”

François and Ernny Jr. finished stacking newspapers and magazines on the truck, and the car drove away. François strode away, Ernny Jr. followed him, and the three villains followed.

"Hey, what's going on? Do you really want us to beat you up? Would you like to taste what it tastes like? The three villains followed and shouted as they went.

Turning around, François came to a warehouse, he did not stop, he went straight into the warehouse, walked all the way inside, and only stopped when he reached the innermost part.

It was empty, with only a few broken crates and pockets, some grain, some wheat spilled out of the broken bags.

Rats can be heard running around, and a few of them even come forward, baring their sharp teeth, challenging people in a completely unbridled posture.

Little Ernier hid behind François, he was a little scared.

"Look, look closely, and then you will be able to understand everything."

François said, his left hand looking as if he was caressing the wound he had had been stabbed with a knife in his own ** an hour and a half ago, and this hand slipped into his shirt and stretched out holding a long stick shaped like a stick, nearly thirty centimeters.

He put the end of the thing to his lips and announced, "The third mouse from the left." ”

It was too late, but it was too fast, and only a whoosh sound, like a very light whistle, and a small arrow hit the middle of the mouse's body.

The mouse ran two paces quickly, then slowly swayed two paces, and then collapsed, curled up in a ball, and a pair of terrified little eyes were covered with a thin puff of death.

François said: "OK, this kind of arrow poison is called 'strychnine' and it is deadly. In Amazonia, we Indians use it to kill any animal. Our skills are very high and fast. For example, if any of the three of you dares to take a step, then in less than two seconds, that person will surely die......"

Raising his blowpipe to the three men, François said in a creepy, soft tone: "I don't know which of the three of you I'll kill first, I haven't decided yet." You'll laugh at me, but I really haven't made up my mind whether to kill all three of you or just two. Of course, if you move, if one of you tries to escape, then the problem is much easier for me, and I don't have time to choose. ”

Smiling, François asked with great seriousness: "None of you want to escape?" ”

Lunatic!

At this moment, the eyes of the three villains were all staring blankly at the mouth of the blowpipe, as if frozen, not much better than the expensive eyeballs killed by the blowguns.

Silence, no one spoke, François was not in a hurry, not at all, he waited patiently, with a wonderful demeanor.

After a long time, the short villain swallowed his mouth with difficulty and said, "You are really crazy, you are really a Polish madman." ”

François smiled, it was a demonic smile.

"Now, I'm no longer Polish." After a pause, François said in a scaring tone: "Earlier I was a Pole, but now it's over. Now, I'm an Indian, a Guarivo, a Shamatari, and I'm very fierce. ”

He slowly circled the three men, cutting off all possible escapes.

"Please don't turn around, do you see? I've loaded three little arrows into the blowpipe. Three, which can shoot three arrows in less than four seconds. ”

The tip of the blowpipe rubbed against the short villain's neck, and he let out a suffocating scream, and then something very bad happened.

As soon as something bad happened, the blowpipe immediately left the short man's neck.

The air was filled with a terrible smell.

The blowpipe left, but the demon's voice continued.

"But I may end up killing none of you. As an exchange system, as long as you lie down on the ground......"

As soon as the demon's quid pro quo was uttered, the three villains fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

"Yes, that's it, good, arms and legs apart, if you don't mind....... I don't want to kill you at all, but the next time I see you, I'll kill you. Let me be clear, I'm a Shamatari, you understand? If I don't kill you next time, my brother and my whole family will be ashamed of me. Our entire family will be discredited, and they will have to come and kill you on my behalf......"

François's left foot rested on the back of the short villain's right hand.

"The next time you appear in front of me, even if it's just to buy me a newspaper, I'll see you first, and you'll die before you can see my face."

François's feet strained.

The short villain feels like the palm of his hand is in the palm of his hand into a hydraulic press.

Screams of horror echoed through the empty storeroom.

"If you spend the night here and leave before the dawn of the next day, then I will have to kill you, though I am very reluctant to do so."

Outside the warehouse, François touched little Erneille's head and said, "Are you hungry, Ernnie?" It's time for you to go home, you're probably going to be in a hurry. ”

The little boy's blue eyes looked straight at François and asked, "Can you really hold three small arrows in your blowpipe at once?" ”

François laughed.

"No, Ernnie, of course not. You're smart, Ernnie, and I like you. Someday we might have a career together, you and I, if you will......" He ruffled little Erneille's blonde hair.

Little Ernier went home and walked a little further, and François threw the blowpipe into the ditch.

The blowpipe was made from a bamboo pole he picked up in the park last night, but the little arrow and the poison curare are the real thing, and these are to hide his identity.

Three days later, Zvi was almost able to move without hindrance, and at noon, the newsstand was handed over to Ernier Jr., and François took Zvi to rue Tarita.

There is a train station here.

A few dozen meters from the train station, François and Zvi were standing on a street corner.

"What are you doing here?" Zvi asked.

"Wait for someone."

Zvi didn't ask.

After a while, François said, "Here we are." ”

"Which one?"

"The one that will turn your eyeballs into little hooks."

Zvi knew immediately that it was that.

A woman in her early thirties was not surprisingly beautiful, but she had a flattering face and a body full of a sense of surname.

Zvi could only watch a New York woman like this beat him and walk past him without daring to have any illusions about it, which he thought was more unrealistic than he imagined he had bought the one hundred and two-story Empire State Building.

"Who is she?" Swallowing and foaming, Zvi asked.

"The secretary of the big guys."

"What are you waiting for her?"

"It works." With that, François stepped out of the corner and walked towards the woman.

Without François telling him, Zvi knew he couldn't follow.

Zvi watched intently.

The two were getting closer and closer, and were about to stagger, when suddenly, François fell sideways and crashed into the woman.

François did it on purpose, with such force that one of the paper bags the woman was holding cracked and spilled most of its contents onto the pavement.

The woman was furious, but when she saw François hurriedly picking up everything, and that clumsy look was ridiculous, she quickly calmed down.

The woman crouched down and picked up the things scattered on the ground with François.

François looked like he was apologizing as he picked things up, and by the time they stood up, the woman's gaze was already quite gentle.

The two of them walked away together, and François took what was left of the paper bag and accompanied the woman to wait for the train at the station, and Zvi saw them laughing from afar.

Paralyzing, it's so awesome, Zvi is breathtaking.

(To be continued)