I must be crazy...... Xiang Yiming followed behind Xiang Long with trembling legs, and after counting the more than twenty black buddies, his soul was scared away. He was afraid of being beaten, but he was even more afraid of losing Xiang Long, his most precious friend, so although Xiang Yiming was afraid, he did not regret it. The legs tremble, even if the legs are broken, Xiang Yiming will follow the climber!

Soon, Xiang Long and his son followed Moore across the street to the group of black buddies.

Moore smiling and smiling with the black buddies, the black buddies didn't take Xiang Long and his son seriously at all, and after Moore said hello with their black buddies' unique fancy way, he turned around and said to Xiang Long and his son and smiled:

"Let's go, let's go in and talk!"

There is a small alley where this group of black buddies gathers, but the mouth of the alley is crowded with black buddies.

"Kang Mao North Nose! If you come along! Moore fearlessly rushed at the dragon and hooked his fingers, squeezing in among the black buddies. The black buddies blocking the entrance of the alley are all muscular men with big shoulders and round waists, and they form a black human wall side by shoulder.

Xiang Long looked back at Xiang Yiming, although Xiang Yiming's legs trembled, his eyes were very firm, just like the gaze of the flesh in "Titanic": YOU-JUMP-I-JUMP!

Smiling, Xiang Long Bento walked towards the human wall first. The black buddies blocking the entrance of the alley immediately hugged their arms as if they had rehearsed, and the elastic vests they all wore specially showed their developed muscles, and when they hugged their arms, they highlighted that the large chest muscles were thicker than the bricks!

Although Xiang Long is not inferior to them in terms of height, he is too weak in tonnage. These black buddies blocked Xiang Long domineeringly, especially the big bald head facing the dragon and contemptuously rushed to the dragon and grinned: "Hey! What is the nickname of you Chinese people? ”

Squinted his eyes, stretched out two fingers to the dragon and gently poked at the belly of the big bald head, the big bald head put down his arm and stretched his chocolate abs, so that Xiang Long could feel his strength and strength more clearly, at the same time, he looked left and right to get the answer from the other black buddies, and continued with grinning: "That's right! East Asian Sickness—"

With the strength of Xiang Long's two fingers, the big bald head suddenly turned into a mollusk!

He only felt that his whole body was sore and weak, especially the pain and itching in his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but make a sound of shame!

The strong man with a big waist and a round waist groaned, and his big face twisted and covered his stomach and retreated......

What's the situation? The black buddies stared at the big black and white eyes in disbelief.

"I'm fine, don't worry about ......me," the bald head explained with a bitter face: "My stomach hurts, huh-"

He had just mocked Xiang Long for being the sick man of East Asia, and he was poked by Xiang Long's two fingers, how could he be embarrassed to speak? It can only be a dumb person who eats Coptis chinensis to hide the truth......

"Haha! Elephant, I'm going to tell you to eat less ice cream! The black buddies are so out of tune, especially good at teasing each other in various atmospheres, a black fat man with the largest size except for the big bald head teased the big bald head and then straightened up his big belly like a pregnant seventeenth month, and rushed to the dragon and said: "Okay, I'll tell you for him!"

"You Chinese people are all East Asian diseases—"

Xiang Long raised two fingers, the fingers were white and slender, as perfect as the fingers of a pianist.

Looking down at the black fat man with a distorted face and covering his stomach, Xiang Long's voice was very magnetic:

"I didn't hear what you said."

Elephant! You Bichi! The black fat man glanced at the big bald head with tears in his eyes, and then bent it into a big shrimp while holding his stomach: "No, don't worry about me...... I, my stomach hurts too, huh-"

He has a stomachache, and you have a stomachache too? You two are feeding each other ice cream! The black buddies looked at each other, although IQ was not their strong point, but they also saw it:

There must be something strange about this!

When Xiang Long raised two fingers to point at someone, everyone couldn't help but let go to the side.

Why do you have to use your own body to prove that other people's fingers are useful? Isn't it bad if my stomach doesn't hurt?

"What is the disease of East Asia?" Xiang Long raised two fingers and looked around, and the black buddies involuntarily avoided his gaze: I believe you are a ghost! You're a bad Chinese kid!

Brother, you're awesome! Trembling, Xiang Yiming was like drinking scalper bone powder, his legs stopped cramping, and his waist straightened! Although he didn't know what Xiang Long had done to those two black buddies, it didn't prevent him from looking up at Xiang Long with adoring fiery eyes......

"Trash!" Xiang Long sneered, and walked through the black human wall with a big grin.

The black buddies are all red-faced, but fortunately, they are born with black faces, and no matter how red they are, they can't see it.

"Let him in and let the boss clean him up!"

"Yes, the boss is on fire today, just use him to put out the fire!"

"Plug it, don't let that kid run!"

The black buddy said shamelessly, and reconstituted a black human wall shoulder to shoulder.

Walking into the alley, Xiang Long saw a few black buddies who were comfortably swallowing clouds and spitting out fog.

More is also among them, but Moore, who usually pretends to be an uncle on campus, is like a grandson at this time.

Or that except for one black buddy, everyone including Moore is like a grandson.

There is only one grandfather, and the black buddy looks like the youngest and the youngest, but Moore, who is tall and tall, holds him like a grandfather. Xiang Long squinted his eyes and looked at him, he was wearing a blue and white T-shirt, a Los Angeles Dodgers baseball cap, Nike sneakers, and the English word "Devil-Horns" tattooed on the back of his hand holding a cigarette.

From the outside, he was an ordinary gangster, but Xiang Long knew he wasn't. The blue and white T-shirt, Los Angeles Dodgers baseball cap and Nike sneakers are almost the official uniform of SM-18, and the English word "Devil-Horns" tattooed on the back of his hand proves his true identity, he is an official member of SM-18, the most dangerous gang in the United States!

Every official member of SM-18 is a murderer, because the most basic requirement to become an official member of SM-18 is to kill at least one member of a rival gang!

In ancient China, this was called a name cast!

This was not enough, he still needed to be voted on by senior members of the gang after getting the vote. If the vote passes, he will be frantically punched and kicked by dozens of SM-18 thugs, and someone next to him is verbally counting the time, and he can only pass the test if he can hold up to 18. In fact, some people even fell in the last link and were killed on the spot by the thugs of SM-18......

[In the middle of the night, I asked my cousin for remote assistance to help me get the word, but I can only update one chapter, and one chapter will be made up when I wake up during the day]