Whether it's Jews like Abraham Cohen or the Smith brothers, these people are street rats with sneaky eyes that twinkle in the dark, searching for the breath of their kind and spotting their enemies.

Once the rat colony grows and weaves an impenetrable web, people like Charles Baker have nothing to hide.

Abraham Cohen is undoubtedly the most flexible of these people.

He played a clever trick, using the promise of the food truck given by Zhao Chuanxin as a temptation, and adding Chen Yigeng's resounding name layer by layer, he called all the city fox club rats he could contact.

I thought it was a grand event on the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect it to be just as easy to leak out.

The news spread quickly to Mott Street on Manhattan's Lower East Side.

Immediately afterwards, it reached the ears of Situ Meitang.

Situ Meitang searched for the culprit who was pretending to be Chen Yigeng for many days.

Unexpectedly, today's news took the initiative to come to the door.

Anliang Church was first established in Boston in 1894 and Anliang Church was established in New York in 1905.

Anliangtang, hoe the strong to help the weak, eliminate violence and peace and goodness.

By 1907, it had grown to more than 30 cities in the United States, with more than 20,000 members.

A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops to meet each other!

Waving the flag and shouting, more than 100 people gathered and marched towards Brooklyn in several ways.

At noon, he caught a Jew who was inquiring about it.

Along the vine, I easily found the cotton nightclub.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was waiting for news in the cotton nightclub, and saw Big Smith running into the private room in a panic.

"Shet! An Liang Tang in Chinatown is here, and there are more than 100 people looking for you! ”

This thing is terrified!

Don't look at their brothers, there are five or six, but compared with the Chinese gangs with a united style, they are nothing but a big deal.

The scale of the operation of hundreds of people at every turn is unheard of by the Smith brothers!

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin in a panic, and to his disappointment, Zhao Chuanxin was not moved at all: "What are you panicking about? Is there any clue about Charles Baker this morning? ”

He still doesn't know why this An Liangtang is looking for him.

But one hundred and ten people, for him, may be a trivial matter that can be solved by the God of War M1907 with a bullet clip, and he did not take it to heart.

But Big Smith was stunned, at this time, he was still thinking about Charles Baker, how big was his heart?

"Nope!" Big Smith panicked and paced back and forth: "Otherwise, let's call the police!" ”

“……”

Zhao Chuanxin knew that this product was in a hurry, and he could even come up with the bad idea of calling the police.

He had no choice but to get up and said lightly: "Last night, the guy who played the saxophone in the cotton nightclub was very good. When these people are at their funerals, you ask him to see them off. ”

“……”

This comparison, Big Smith felt that he was not on the same level at all.

Zhao Chuanxin threw a set of Fortitude armor sewn exclusively for Marcus Nkrumah to Marcus Nkrumah and replaced it himself.

Big Smith scratched his head when he saw it, everyone came to the door, are you still changing clothes here?

After Zhao Chuanxin was dressed neatly, he patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, take you to this Laoshizi Anliangtang!" ”

Isaiah, who was an errand runner for Zhao Chuanxin, didn't speak just now, and also persuaded at this time: "Sir, why don't we stay away from the edge for the time being?" ”

He was also afraid.

", avoid the edge, are you still called a young man? Young people are all vigorous. ”

"......" Big Smith muttered, "I'm not young anymore, I'm thirty-five......"

"Less nonsense." Zhao Chuanxin has already taken the lead and walked out.

Big Smith and Isaiah looked at each other and stamped their heels.

After going downstairs, Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that Abraham Cohen, a slippery dog, did not run away, but brought someone back to prepare to help.

"Mr. Chen, those people have surrounded us outside, what should we do?" Abraham Cohen asked, pale.

When he first received the news, there was a war between heaven and man in his heart.

I was reluctant to accept the big cake painted by Zhao Chuanxin, and I was afraid of An Liangtang's momentum.

He discussed it with everyone, and everyone unanimously felt that they couldn't even eat, so it was better to die and fight with Zhao Chuanxin in the afterlife.

Can you get ahead without risk?

Abraham Cohen was coerced into coming.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him meaningfully: "What should I do?" Our food truck pie will never give in! ”

"Meal...... Che pie? ”

The crowd was speechless.

It's the least loud name in all of New York.

But it is very appropriate, everyone was gathered by Zhao Chuanxin's food truck flatbread.

Zhao Chuanxin took the lead, and cooperated with the black and white Dahanmen to come out.

Outside, sure enough, hundreds of people had gathered.

Many of them were still wearing coats and short coats.

There are two people in the head, with large ears and broad faces in front, obvious cheekbone contours, and they are not tall, but they are very imposing.

The second leader looks a little obscene, wears a long shirt and a top hat.

The two are Situ Meitang and Li Xiling.

Situ Meitang is the general director of Anliangtang in the United States, and internally he is respectfully called "big man" and "uncle", which is similar to the godfather of the Italians.

Li Xiling is the head of the main church in New York.

Szeto Meitang couldn't help but be surprised to see a group of people, including Asians, whites, and blacks, coming out of the nightclub.

In particular, the person who is talking is obviously that Asian!

He was even more surprised.

At this time, the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods in New York have always been distinct.

Black is black, white is white, yellow is yellow, and brown should stand aside.

When will these people be able to get together?

Li Xiling whispered in the back: "Big guy, the tall man in front of me is the one who is pretending to be Chen Yigeng!" ”

There was a very thin man next to him, who was 1.7 meters tall, and said indignantly: "This person pretended to be me and almost killed me, and the New York Police Department wanted me to sit in an electric chair!" ”

Originally, he was detained in the Manhattan Detention Center, but because of this incident, Li Xiling spent a lot of money on bail to withdraw it.

Situ Meitang's brows furrowed deeply: "This person's temperament makes me feel very familiar. But I'm sure I've never seen him! ”

While the three of them were talking, they saw that the tall young man had already walked over.

Behind him were about forty people.

An Liangtang held knives, guns, clubs, and all kinds of weapons in his hands.

A brawl is on the verge of breaking out!

Situ Meitang listened to the tall young man's hippie smile: "Huh? What are you doing here? Blocked here, how bad is the impact, how many flowers and plants do we have to step on? ”

Situ Meitang was stunned......

How is it different from what I think!

He weighed and said, "You ......"

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "What are you?" Don't think I'm going to let you lose money because you're old! I won't lie to you, just take 500 dollars casually. ”

"......" Situ Meitang was stunned.

Li Xiling jumped out: "You dare to blame our people, if you don't give an explanation today, don't want to get out of here!" ”

When Zhao Chuanxin heard it, oh, it should be that there is something wrong with the name "Chen Yigeng".

But this kind of thing must first create the moral high ground.

So Zhao Chuanxin said angrily: "What is the blame? I, Chen Yigeng, put my words here today, no one wants to spew blood! ”

When Chen Yigeng heard this, he called out to hit the sky: "Big guy, listen, he is really pretending to be me!" ”

Situ Meitang felt that today's incident was somewhat evil.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin laughing and scolding, he has experienced many things in his life, but he really has never met such a person who makes him feel bottomless.

So there was no joy or sorrow, and he said in a calm tone: "Friend, you don't follow the rules, I know that one person does things and one person is responsible, you shouldn't impersonate my brother's name!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "I, Chen Yigeng, can punch a sixty-year-old man and kick a seven- or eight-year-old child, do I need to pretend to him?" He also deserves it? ”

“……”

Zhen Chen Yigeng jumped to his feet angrily: "Big guy, you see that he is ruining my reputation!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin knew that he was unreasonable, and the things he did could sentence dozens of back and forth death sentences.

Although there are countless people with the same name in the world, when Edith Roosevelt made up a message for him, he filled in "Anliangtang".

There is no denying this.

So he waved his hand: "Okay, don't mess around, where do you come from and where are you going, our food truck gang is not easy to mess with." ”

The person who is clearly justified and pretends to be generous is the most hateful.

Zhen Chen Yigeng has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he has a short temper, and he is angry when he hears the words, he doesn't wait for the order, and rushes towards Zhao Chuanxin with a sigh.

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback by him.

But before he could say anything, Marcus Nkrumah behind him reacted quickly and stepped forward to block Zhen Chen Yigeng's fist with his chest.

This punch is a drizzle for his ability to resist blows, and with the protection of resolute armor, it is even more light and fluttering.

He flew up and grabbed Zhen Chen Yigeng with his arm.

He is tall and has long arms, and when he clamped Zhen Chen Yigeng, he clamped his arms together.

The huge force attacked, and no matter how hard Chen Yigeng struggled, it was useless.

This hand stunned everyone.

A strong man of two meters and a man in uniform of one meter seven is no different from an adult fiddling with a child.

Marcus Nkrumah fears nothing but ghosts and the devil.

And he is loyal to Zhao Chuanxin, and he obeys his words!

He turned his head and asked, "Master, do you want to kill him?" ”

Last time, Benjamin Goldberg had him kill the thugs sent by Rockefeller.

The stupid big guy doesn't have any psychological burden on the matter of beating people to death, and he talks as if it's as common as having dinner with someone.

"Eh, forget it, this person is not sensible, let's not care about him." Zhao Chuanxin was embarrassed.

I was already pretending to be someone else, and now I am beating someone to death, which is somewhat of a shame.

"Oh." Marcus Nkrumah was obedient and let Zhen Chen Yigeng go.

Whether it is a practitioner or not, it is not worth mentioning in the face of the huge tonnage difference.

Zhen Chen Yigeng jumped back aggrievedly, only daring to glare at Zhao Chuanxin and Marcus Nkrumah behind Situ Meitang.

A good group fight, stunned into a turn-based system.

Situ Meitang's face sank: "It seems that this matter is difficult to get good today!" ”

As he spoke, he wanted to give orders and attack them in groups.

Zhao Chuanxin finally got impatient, and said coldly in Chinese: "Lao Tzu wants to convince people with virtue, don't give a little face!" ”

Situ Meitang was stunned when he heard it.

Sekiwai accent!

The mantra of "convincing people with virtue"!

The eight-foot figure in the ancient book!

Laughing and scolding the character of the demon king of the world!

Combined with the previous experience of fake Chen Yigeng single-handedly overturning more than a dozen New York police officers......

The lightning flashed in his mind, his eyes suddenly widened, and he blurted out: "You are Zhao ......"

Changed a few, no harm

(End of chapter)