Chapter 120 is sandwiched by the starting point, and I'll make up a chapter for you.

The big black man is a good-natured man, usually taciturn towards people, but he always has a relaxed expression on his face, as if the world is as easy for him as playing rugby.

But today, this face is incomparably black, and the light of the street lamp seems to have been absorbed by his skin, becoming a walking black hole.

And the clothes on his body don't match the tattered street scene full of graffiti.

The standard three-piece striped suit, with the exploding head exploding meticulously, apparently had been spent a fortune at the barbershop, carrying a black cowhide briefcase with a gleaming gilded buckle in his right hand.

It's standard senior lawyer, but it's rare in Brooklyn.

Along the way, many drunken girls who looked like warblers took the initiative to stick to him, so frightened that he could only bow his head and walk quickly, not daring to reply to a word.

"Hey, hey, dude, look, look" It was already night, and the black ruffians on the street began to increase, Brooklyn at night was never a safe place, and soon Chris was in trouble.

"Wow, look, look, there's an NGER pretending to be white!"

"Oh my God, it's an exploding head but you're wearing a white suit and holding a briefcase, this must be a Jew, right? Jewish NGER, is it difficult that His Majesty the Emperor of Ethiopia has come? (The Ethiopian Emperor at the time, Haile Selassie, claimed to be a descendant of King Solomon of Judea)

"No, no, His Majesty the Emperor never wears a white three-piece suit."

Seven or eight black street thugs screamed in a strange voice.

Chris didn't pay attention to it, just lowered his head and hurried away, he knew that this was a big problem, and now he just wanted to get rid of the entanglement of this group of "compatriots" as soon as possible.

However, the other party did not let him go, and took advantage of the opportunity to pass by with him and snatched the promotional materials he was holding in his left hand.

"Harry & Potter Law Firm," an NG said, reading aloud the words on the leaflet.

"Behold, the great NGER lawyer is about to be born! FXXK ahahahaha! Will the judge give you two watermelons in court? ”

"Maybe you lose the lawsuit and you're going to pick cotton!"

"Yes, pretending to be white but being disgusted by white force, SXXK, look at the expression on that black face, it must have been a chrysanthemum inserted by white b, and he may not have worn a condom yet!"

"White B tastes different, maybe I like this kind of tall guy."

"Hehe, don't be a lawyer, I know some FXXK bigwigs like you, why don't you let me be your broker? What do you think? Income from our other party's account, more than there are rewards! ”

Seven or eight people surrounded Chris.

"What do you want to do?" Knowing that the situation was not good, the big black man took a few steps back, leaned his back against the wall, and asked vigilantly.

"Hey, it's exciting, it looks like a good hand." The black man was about as burly as Chris, and it was already a little cold in New York in October, but he was still wearing a white stretch tank top and baggy jeans, an exaggerated metal chain around his waist, and his well-developed muscles were covered with various tattoos.

The guy gestured as he spoke, and the seven or eight people slowly gathered around Chris.

"Dude, SXXK whiteskins took our ancestors as slaves. Now is the time of our rebellion, but there are still dark-skinned people who want to pretend to be white B, what do you say? ”

"Kill him!"

"Let him recall what black honor is!"

"That's right! FXXK, tell him with your fists. ”

"FXXK, let him clearly understand the current trend of the times!"

With his back against the wall, Chris could only lift the briefcase in his hand as a shield, and at the same time secretly complained in his heart, just now walking to think about things, by the way to avoid the "enthusiasm" of women, but he actually got lost, and turned around and walked to such a dark place as the backstreets of Brooklyn.

"It's a big trouble this time...... "He sweated on his forehead, even if he was a good athlete, he couldn't have done a group of thugs who were proficient in street brawls, not to mention that most of his opponents were carrying various murder weapons.

This kind of place is useless even if you shout at your throat, the police will come to pretend to patrol during the day, and at night it is completely the world of gang members, and law enforcement officers will not easily enter.

The street lamp was bright, shining on his face, and the sweat was gathering more and more.

"Hey, isn't that Chris?" Suddenly, a streamlined voice sounded behind the bastards.

Chris was thinking about how to get out, and at this moment, he was named only to find that there was an acquaintance on the other side.

"Hansen? Why are you here? ”

"Big black one, are you in trouble?" Hansen asked tremblingly.

"Hey, another white b?" The guy in the lead frowned.

Before the group of bastards could react, Hansen screamed "I'm just passing by...... and instantly slipped into the alley, and no one was seen anymore.

"Hehe, damn it, I see, this is Bai B. It's always been like this, and it looks like it's going to impress you today. The black bastard at the head clenched his fists and stepped forward with a sinister smile, "It seems to be a good hand, I'll go first!" ”

After saying that, it's a punch.

Chris lifted his briefcase to block it, surprised in his heart, the other party was so powerful.

He is not bad in martial arts, especially after continuous training recently, and his physical fitness is also at the peak.

But the other party is obviously raised on the street since he was a child, and all kinds of tricks and tricks will be damaged, and the three-piece suit on his body has become a burden at the moment.

"How about it, be fair, one-on-one, if you win me, I'll let you go!" The other man shouted, and at the same time began to untie the chains from his pants and wrap them around his fists.

"You talk counts?" Chris asked warily.

"Of course, I'm covering it." The other party's tone was relaxed, obviously not worried.

"Okay, but let me take off my coat, and let your men get out of the way, or you won't be able to do it."

"Refreshing! I've decided, as long as I'm done with this fight, I'll let you go regardless of whether you win or lose! I hope you remember that you were black in the future, think about how Malcolm X and Dr. King died, think about how Huey Newton and Robert William were framed and imprisoned, and by the way, Bobby Hill and Aldritch Clever. The words in his mouth were high-sounding, but his face became more and more hideous.

Chris knew that today would definitely not be better, and the other party was obviously a guy who was spoiled by drugs, alcohol, and all kinds of bad opinions, and acted only on instinct and never brains.

It is an extravagant hope to retreat with all your body, and it is already God blessed to be able to suffer a small loss and get out.

At the moment, he can only see the opportunity, pretend to eat him two punches, and then find a gap to pull his legs and leave, believing that with his strength as a running forward, it should not be a problem to escape.

It's just a pity that this brand new outfit can add up to hundreds of dollars!

Chris took off his suit and vest, pulled out the hem of his shirt, unbuttoned the two buttons with his hands, and took a deep breath, and the shirt was instantly crumbled tightly by the developed chest muscles.

The fists of both hands clenched and gurgling, their eyes fixed on each other, fists wrapped in chains, mentally assessing how to minimize the degree of injury in order to escape.

"Hey, buddy, sister, come with me, there's a bunch of lawless thugs attacking a good black citizen, and we're going to save him! Long live the United States! ”

Another shout that alarmed everyone.