"Chinese Heroes" world.

Chinatown, China House.

As the largest Chinese gathering place, refuge and reception place in the United States, the reputation of Zhonghua Building is no less than that of the Statue of Liberty.

It can be said that in the era in which Hua Yingying lived, since the establishment of Zhonghua Building, almost every Chinese who went to the United States normally lived here.

The night was thick, and the cold rain was too much to cover the vermilion thick wooden door of the Zhonghua Building, as well as the two stone lions at the door.

In front of the gate, two big red lanterns were hung, emitting a dim light in the night.

Inside the building, the melodious and low sound of Peking Opera flows quietly, and the slightly dim lights set off the quiet with a hint of oriental mystery.

"I don't know any Hua Ying, and I don't know where he is?!"

"This is Zhonghua Building, you are not welcome, please leave. ”

Suddenly, a somewhat muffled voice rang out, mixed with a palpable, suppressed anger.

"If we can't find anyone, we won't leave. Besides, isn't Chung Hwa House a hotel? How can you refuse a distinguished guest who wants to stay in Chung Hwa Lou?

A female voice sounded, with a hint of teasing and disdain, as well as a hint of toughness.

"Zhonghua House, any Chinese is welcome. ”

"But for you, I'm sorry, Zhonghua Building will not accept you, now, please leave immediately. ”

The sound of Peking Opera slowly stopped, and the low and angry voice became more and more prominent, and at the same time, along with the lights in the building, a middle-aged man wearing a white tunic, with a resolute appearance, opened his mouth with anger on his face.

Opposite the man, a red-haired woman wearing a low-cut black leather coat, slender legs, and graceful curves still maintained a charming smile as if ignoring the angry color of the man's face.

Under the light, the woman's face with heavy makeup, her eyes were green, her light brown pupils were narrow and narrow, and there was a fatal charm in the evil, and a sudden ......

Vicious.

"What if I don't leave?!"

"You, and your companions, can try. ”

The man in a white tunic spoke in a low voice.

At the same time, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of calloused hands with somewhat thick joints.

Obviously, this middle-aged man is a practitioner, and his martial arts are definitely not expensive, which can be seen not only from his fists, but also from his high bulging temples and extremely thick legs.

"Hehe, I'm afraid you're not enough alone? Or, plus the ...... who has been hiding in your Zhonghua Building Luohan?!"

"I heard that his martial arts are not bad!"

The woman burst out laughing, her tone hoarse and lazy, as sexy and sultry as a whisper in the middle of the night.

However, in fact, it is full of chills and makes people feel creepy.

"Who the hell are you?"

The look on the middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and his fists were slightly clenched.

Luo Han, one of the few best friends in Hua Yingying's life, and Hua Yingying met in the black mine of the United States, and the two worked together to kill many black mine thugs and became irreversible friends.

Later, after escaping from the black mine, Hua Yingying turned into a beggar to live in hiding in order to prevent the fate of his Heavenly Evil Lone Star from harming others.

Luohan, on the other hand, joined the Zhonghua Building and joined many Chinese to secretly resist the many Mi forces that invaded the Chinese.

"Hehe, I'm just a small person, Mr. Yuanwu will definitely not be interested in knowing. ”

The woman walked lightly, and the pointed, dark green five fingers of her left hand stroked the middle-aged man's face, like caressing a lover, "I just want to know the whereabouts of Hua Yingying, and I don't want to do anything else!" As the owner of Zhonghua Building, I think Mr. Yuanwu will definitely not refuse this small request, right?"

When Yuan Wu heard this, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and he could hear the threat in the woman's words.

Back then, the previous owner of the Zhonghua Building was secretly killed because he was unwilling to reveal any news about Huaying.

"You're threatening me?"

Yuan Wu sneered.

Zhonghua Building is no longer the original Zhonghua Building, and he, the owner of the building, is not the original owner.

"How dare I?"

The woman pursed her lips and said in an extremely innocent manner, the gentle smile on her face almost melting.

However, the viciousness that flashed in her eyes was extremely cold.

Suddenly, a gentle smile on the woman's face flickered, and the sharp nails of her left hand flashed with a faint glow stood upright, like five sharp swords against Yuan Wu's face, and spoke.

"Besides, even if this is a threat, Mr. Yuanwu, do you have the right to bargain?"

"Don't forget, this is the Zhonghua Building, not a place for you to go wild. ”

A Chinese standing next to Yuan Wu roared indignantly, his limbs were stubby, his body was stocky, his roar was loud, and he seemed to have a lot of martial arts.

"Yaga!"

As if disturbed by the roar, the woman who was 'caressing' Yuan Wu's face, her two vertical pupils suddenly shrunk into a line, turned around and waved her hand, and her left hand was like a sharp sword breaking through the air, passing through the throat of the Chinese.

Immediately, the Chinese man's eyes rolled, and his angry face suddenly became bruised and stiff, and black blood quickly drooped from his mouth and nose, and he fell limped and died.

"You're looking for death!"

Yuan Wu was furious, and stepped on the floor with his right foot, and at the same time that the solid wood floor immediately cracked, the whole person rose into the air, and swept the whip leg towards the woman's head.

"You who are looking for death. Hmph, a group of pigs who don't know how to lift. ”

The woman sneered, and while her delicate body quickly retreated, her right hand was raised and she made a gesture.

Immediate, silent killing, at the same time as she raised her right hand, swept and exploded!

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

Several knife sounds, and a tall and thin man with a gloomy face and dry muscles like a zombie on his face, holding a long, narrow and sharp katana, plunged into the crowd.

Draw the knife.

Back to the sheath.

For every person he killed, the man would draw his sword once and return it to the sheath once.

Slash, slash.

The sword was like snow, the man was like a whirlwind, and in an instant, there were more than ten Chinese who fell under his katana.

In the blink of an eye, half of the Chinese around Yuan Wu have been reduced.

On the other side, a cute girl wearing a kimono and stepping on clogs, who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, had an expressionless face and held a chain gun in her soft and white little hands.

This girl has a slender and delicate figure, an elegant and harmless face, but when she makes a move, she is extremely ruthless.

With a slight turn of the little hand, the chain gun was stabbed out with a whistling sound, and the blood light burst out, and immediately more than a dozen Chinese fell to the ground.

(ps: Hua Yingying: Brothers, do you make friends?hehe!)