At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Ye Gu came to the best place in the Chinatown area, there is a three-story small building, the roof of the small building is triangular, and there are cornices, which looks very Chinese style.

There were quite a few people in the restaurant at this time, and all of them had a common feature: tattoos.

The people who ate and drank in the restaurant were a group of Chinese Americans with tattoos, who ate and yelled and discussed fights, nightclubs, and debt collection.

Ye Gu, who was wearing a windbreaker, looked out of place here, because the heating here was turned on very much, and many people were shirtless, Ye Gu took off his windbreaker, wrapped the Panlong Sword, and sat in a position in the corner.

Although it was a corner, his ordinary T-shirt and youthful face still attracted the attention of the rest of the restaurant, and the ordinary outfit was an outlier here.

A man in his sixties wearing a white vest embroidered with a Baiyun air compressor on his left chest walked up to Ye Gu and asked, "Young man, do you have breakfast?" We only have pineapple buns, soy milk, and milk tea here in the morning. ”

"A pineapple bun, a cup of milk tea. Ye Gu ignored all the strange gazes and replied.

The old man in the vest took note and left, and the other people at the table continued to salute Ye Guxing, but some of them had already begun to continue the topic just now. 、

After the old man put a cup of milk tea and a pineapple bun on Ye Gu's table, a yellow-haired Chinese wearing a black T-shirt embroidered with a big skull embroidered on his chest sat down opposite Ye Gu, picked up Ye Gu's pineapple bun and ate it, and said with a smile in his mouth: "Not bad, it tastes so good." ”

"That's mine. Ye Gu said flatly.

"What, boy, do you say it again?" Huang Mao threw the pineapple bun and looked at Ye Gu defiantly and said.

After a crisp slap in the face, Huang Mao covered his face in astonishment, the entire restaurant fell silent, and everyone looked at Ye Gu's side.

And Ye Gu, who gave Huang Mao a slap, picked up the milk tea and said indifferently: "To eat bread, you must match it with milk tea, otherwise it will be easy to choke." After speaking, he sent the milk tea cup forward, and a cup of milk tea was poured directly on Huang Mao's face.

"TMD, I want to die!" Huang Mao shouted, and then several tattooed Chinese with three tables on the side stood up, and a total of thirteen people surrounded Ye Gu, obviously wanting to teach Ye Gu a lesson.

"For the sake of you being Chinese, I won't let you see blood. Ye Gu said lightly and stood up.

Although Huang Mao is young, he is also a person who mixes in the road, and he is surprised to see Ye Gu still so calm in the face of so many people.

"Boy, do you know what this place is?" asked Huang Mao.

"I'm here to find Brother Qiang. Ye Gu said.

"Boss, I look at him.... It seems to be a little familiar. A little brother of Huang Mao suddenly spoke.

"It's like.... It's the ..... of Penglai Martial Arts Hall."

"Penglai Martial Arts Pavilion?" The other people in the restaurant were all in a commotion when they heard these four words, except for Huang Mao's younger brother, everyone stayed away from Ye Gu.

"It's the director of the Penglai Martial Arts Gym, right? I have a friend who is an apprentice in the Martial Arts Gym, and I have a picture of him at home. Huang Mao's other younger brother said.

"I heard that the curator of the Penglai Martial Arts Pavilion killed the King of Hell with a broken sword...."

Everyone gasped, Huang Mao's face turned pale, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the windbreaker that Ye Gu put next to him, because he was wrapped in a sword, the windbreaker was rolled into a long strip.

“..... You... Brother, what is your surname?" Huang Mao asked with a mouthful of saliva.

"The surname is Ye. As soon as these words came out, Huang Mao's subordinates took a step back, although they were also mixed people, but when they met an underground martial artist, they knew that they were not opponents, let alone the characters who overturned the strongest underground martial artists.

"Haha... Hahaha!" Huang Mao laughed awkwardly: "Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! What a misunderstanding! Brother Ye, are you looking for Brother Qiang? Then we will disturb you." ”

After that, he was leaving.

"Aren't you Brother Qiang's person?"

Huang Mao smiled bitterly: "How can I be qualified to be a strong brother's person hahaha, I'm just here to find some business." Don't bother Brother Ye. Huang Mao finished speaking and walked away.

After such a commotion, the entire restaurant was quiet, obviously because of Ye Gu's existence, these hooligans in Chinatown had invisible pressure in their hearts.

Ye Gu was about to ask the old man who ordered food for him, but before he could take action, the door of the restaurant opened again, and this time, a group of foreigners in suits came in, some white, some black, led by a brown-haired white man, about thirty or forty years old, with a figure similar to Ye Gu.

Although Chinatown is in Washington, most of them are inhabited by Chinese, and places like Ah Qiang's restaurant are regarded as their own territory by the Chinese, and the sudden arrival of a group of foreigners will naturally cause their hostility.

"Ouch! What are you doing? Now that there is no property law in the United States, why are there always some guys of different colors running around! I don't know if I don't like black and white here!" Huang Mao is a thorn in the head, he provoked Ye Gu just now, and then he went to provoke foreigners.

The foreigner at the head smiled slightly, said a word, and directly shut up Huang Mao, and at the same time let everyone else leave.

"The DHS is handling the case, everyone, leave, we are only looking for Ye Gu. ”

The real master of the land of America came, and this group of gangsters under the rules could only leave obediently, and many people glanced at Ye Gu sympathetically.

After a while, the tattooed men were gone, and only Ye Gu and the old man in the vest were left in the restaurant, as well as a group of black and white foreigners.

"Mr. Ye, we suspect that your extremely egregious sabotage cases are related to a series of murders, so we would like to ask you to assist in the investigation. The brown-haired white man smiled again: "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Inspector Schroder of the Department of Homeland Security." ”

"Good. Ye Gu was about to take the windbreaker after speaking, but the windbreaker suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and then went to the hands of a bald black man behind Schroeder.

"Space Handling?" Ye Gu's eyes shrank, knowing that it was the legendary ability group of the United States.

"Mr. Ye, I'll keep your weapon for you for the time being. The bald black man smiled kindly.

Ye Gu nodded, and then a few men in suits surrounded Ye Gu in the middle, Ye Gu secretly lucked the sword heart Xuangong, ready to urge the sword to sneak attack a few foreigners around him, and then kill the bald black man to take back his sword, and finally break through.

He knew that in addition to these people in the restaurant, there must be an ambush outside, with his current cultivation, he was not completely sure to escape, but he also had the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box, and he would rush out as a last resort.

"Wait. Just as Ye Gu was about to make a move, the old man in the vest, who had never existed, spoke, and he said to Schroeder: "Mr. Detective, do you have an arrest warrant?"

"No, we just asked Mr. Ye to go back and assist in the investigation. Schroeder looked at the ordinary-looking old man and said.

"Oh...."The old man smiled and said, "To assist in the investigation, then Mr. Ye can hire a lawyer, and he has the right to remain silent until the lawyer comes, right?"

"Yes, but we have the same right to bring him back to the Department of Homeland Security, sir. Schroeder replied.

"Yes, sir, you can, but before I do that, I want you to come with me to the police station in the Chinatown neighborhood, because I have a lawsuit against you. The old man said with a smile.

"What?" Schroeder thought he had misheard.