The white hooligans were the first to strike.

A rascal rushed up to the guy and swung his fist at it.

I saw that the guy's body did not move, and his left arm opened the fist smashed by the hooligan, and a right hook hit the hooligan's face.

The punch was fast and accurate.

The rascal was beaten to a staggering pace.

The guy followed up and kicked the hooligan in the lower abdomen.

With just one kick, he kicked the rascal and rolled on the ground with his stomach covered.

But at this time, other hooligans also poured in.

The man caught a glimpse of the enemy approaching with his peripheral vision, lifted his foot and kicked the nearest rogue four or five steps backwards with a right kick.

However, the space in the store is too small to move.

After hugging the close-quarters of a hooligan who had escaped from him, the guy let out a loud shout and grabbed a stool next to him and smashed it on the head of a hooligan in front of him.

The rascal was smashed and dizzy, and lay on the ground with his head covered.

The door opens in front of the guy.

He took three steps and made two steps, rushed out the door, and came out into the street.

The white hooligans also chased after them.

"Let's get on it!" I don't know which of them shouted.

The hooligans swarmed up and saw that they were about to get close to the guys.

The man rushed to the shop across the street and pulled down the stick that held the shed at the door.

One of his turned around and walked towards the rogue who was rushing to the front.

The tip of the stick is in the middle of the rogue shoulder socket.

The rascal felt for a moment that his shoulder joint was falling apart, and the pain was so severe that he could no longer lift his arm.

The stick retracted, then swept sideways to the calf of the other rascal.

"Bang!"

The sound of a stick hitting a calf bone.

The hooligans who were swept away instantly couldn't stand, holding their calves and wailing on the ground.

The guy used this stick to make the tiger and the tiger lively, quite orderly.

The stick technique he made was obviously born from the marksmanship of the battlefield, not flashy, but very practical.

Those hooligans couldn't help him, but suffered under this stick.

For a while, the offensive and defensive situation on the street was different, and the guys rushed out with sticks, beating the white hooligans with their heads in their hands.

There were more and more onlookers around, and some people couldn't help but shout "yes"!

"Beat them up!"

"Hug them off!"

The cheers and cheers came one after another, and they became one!

At this moment, however, a white rascal who had been knocked to the ground struggled to sit up.

He quietly pulled out a revolver from his clothes.

This hooligan originally thought that several people would hit one, how could they beat the opposite side with a full face, and then kick in a circle in the middle, so he didn't bother to use a gun.

Who knew that this fellow was extremely brave, outnumbered, not only did not have the slightest cowardice, but beat them all over the ground with a wooden stick.

Hooligans don't pay attention to the bottom line.

The only thought in his heart now was that this guy died.

"Bastard, let's taste the bullets!" The hooligan raised his gun.

Seeing that he was about to pull the trigger.

At this moment, a porcelain spoon flew out of nowhere and hit the hooligan's head.

The scoundrel fell straight forward as if he had been hammered.

The pistol fell out of his hand and slid off the ground.

The guy who was in the midst of a fierce battle suddenly turned around and saw the pistol on the ground, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

At this time, a thug next to him was rushing towards the gun.

"Good thief! How dare you plot against me! The guy yelled.

He took two steps, his stick coming down from top to bottom, right in the back of the head of the rascal who was looking down to pick up the gun.

The stick was so powerful that it knocked the rascal to the ground.

The man's blood was surging, but he still didn't feel enough, and then he swept over with a stick.

The stick was sturdy and struck the hooligan's face, and directly knocked the whole person over, and the red, white, and yellow were sprinkled all over the ground, and he saw that he could not live.

When the other hooligans saw that their people were beaten to death with a few sticks, they were instantly frightened. They scattered and fled, completely ignoring those on the earth whose lives were unknown.

And the crowd of onlookers also became silent.

The fact that a foreigner was beaten to death in the street in Chinatown is not a trivial matter.

The owner of the barbecued pork restaurant ran out of the shop in a panic.

He saw the corpse on the ground, beat his chest at the man, and cried in his voice:

"That's it! That's it! How did you provoke such a thing? Woe to you! Woe to you! ”

If this news spreads, let's not say whether his store can continue to open, I'm afraid that he himself will be arrested jointly!

It's not uncommon for people to die in Chinatown, but it's usually Chinese who die, and the police in San Francisco don't even care.

But if the foreigner dies, it will be different.

The guy was also stunned.

He just beat up, and in the end, the stick was a little heavier, but he didn't expect this person to be so unbeaten, and he was killed by a stick.

But he stood up with his stick, and stood as tall as the stick beside him:

"The owner, please rest assured, our company Tu Meitang does things by himself, kills people to pay for his life, I will offset my life, and I will never involve the owner for half a point!"

"You said you wouldn't be involved, wouldn't you be involved? Which of the foreigners' policemen is reasonable? I'm afraid I won't be detained with you and tortured! The boss wept and wailed.

"A life worth a life? When did the lives of these white scoundrels become so valuable? ”

A voice came from the barbecued pork shop.

Chen Jianqiu, wearing a satin-blue silk robe, walked out of the door with Li Sifu.

He walked over to another white scoundrel who was still fainting on the ground, picked up a porcelain spoon handle on the ground, and handed it to the boss:

"Boss, I'm sorry, I broke a spoon in your shop, and I'll make you double when I turn around."

The boss froze in place.

And when Situ Meitang saw the handle of the spoon, he realized that it was Chen Jianqiu who saved him just now.

He knelt down on one knee and bowed his hand and thanked: "Situ Meitang, thank you Boss Chen for saving your life!" ”

Chen Jianqiu waved his hand and began to look Situ Meitang up and down.

To be outnumbered, not to show fear, is to be brave; Not to fight brutally, to take advantage of weapons and terrain is to be wise; It is righteous to dare to take responsibility and take responsibility.

This young man, not bad.

"How about messing with me in the future?" Chen Jianqiu suddenly asked, "With your skills, it's not too much to be a red stick in the main hall." ”

Situ Meitang was stunned again, he paused and considered the words:

"The younger generation is still young and young, so I'm afraid I won't be able to convince the public. Besides."

He glanced at the white man's corpse and sighed:

"Besides, I'm afraid that the younger generation will have to suffer a lawsuit, and their lives will not be guaranteed."

The little life is almost gone, how can you still think about being a red stick.

Chen Jianqiu laughed:

"Seniority is not a problem, age is not a problem, as for the lawsuit"

As several people spoke, a group of uniformed police officers had already burst through the crowd and rushed in.

The person who took the lead, Chen Jianqiu knew.

It's Sheriff Potter.

The police station in this area is near Chinatown, so as soon as he received the movement, Sheriff Potter rushed over with the police.

"What about murderers? Yes? Where is it? “

The sheriff rushed in, and at a glance he saw the corpse lying on the ground and Situ Meitang standing next to him.

"Yo, isn't this Sheriff Potter? What happened last time didn't make you promoted? Chen Jianqiu put his hands behind his back and said in a strange manner.

Potter's face was red and white.

After the strike, the government, in an attempt to calm the mood, said it would not blame the police.

So Sheriff Porter can still be his precinct police chief.

But now everyone in the government knows that he is a two-five boy, so few people are willing to deal with him.

He did know Chen Jianqiu, but he didn't know that he was the actual owner of the Border Detective Agency, only that he was a member of the Anti-Strike League and a California railroad tycoon.

During the last strike, Boss Chen was also reportedly beaten.

Potter thought that Chen Jianqiu's words were disgusting his betrayal.

"Well, Boss Chen, actually, what happened last time" Sheriff Potter wanted to explain, but found that he seemed to be useless no matter how he explained.

In the United States, sheriffs and police officers have always been among the most transversal professions.

If it had been in the past, he would never have been so cowardly, but now

Chen Jianqiu waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to say anything.

He pointed to the corpses on the ground and a couple of white hooligans who couldn't move:

"These people must have a criminal record with you, right? I watched the whole time, and it was these people who took the lead in provoking. ”

He pointed to Situ Meitang again:

"As for the young man, it's just a legitimate defense."

Sheriff Potter was like a deflated ball, and his voice was unrelenting:

"Boss Chen, I can trust your reputation, but after all, there are dead people, and the process still has to go down, the court has the final say in this matter, so don't embarrass me too much."

"Okay." Chen Jianqiu nodded, "I respect your profession. ”

He walked to Situ Meitang's side and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "It's okay, let's go with him." ”

Sheriff Potter breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that Chen Jianqiu would remember his revenge for the last strike and march and deliberately couldn't get along with him.

But Chen Jianqiu turned around, and suddenly changed his words, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Potter:

"I'll bring a lawyer to bail soon, but before that, if I notice some scars or bruises on this guy that shouldn't be there."

"Well, I'm sorry. Sheriff Potter, I promise you won't be able to do even the most basic police officer. ”