Chapter 278： : Wuguan

The latest website: "Boss... is here." The little angel said to the window while bending slightly.

Tang Dao put his right hand on his lap, and tapped his knee rhythmically with his left hand. He closed his eyes, and when he heard the words, he slowly opened them, glanced at the two groups of people standing at the door, and looked away casually.

Wu Sen didn't feel anything, but Duan Kun could feel the other party's contempt, as if... he was a group of gangsters who couldn't get on the stage, which made him annoyed for a while.

But he's also smart, or rather terrified.

Does that look like an Asian?

Is there a guy like that in Boston?

"Go and find out." Tang Dao asked. Originally, he could just stay in the hotel, but on a whim, he planned to come to Chinatown to have a look. The two groups of people wanted to fight, and it didn't matter what he did.

The little angel nodded, straightened up, looked at Duan Kun's two groups of people, frowned, and walked towards Wu Sang Nabo. He didn't like Duan Kun's triangular eyes a little bit, it still depends on his appearance, and the most important thing What's more, many people know that a muscular man is a little "simple", that is, as the saying goes, a big fool.

"Sir, do you know Mark Lee?"

Many people can't speak English before they come here, but you have to get familiar with the environment, not the environment to get familiar with you. The "forced" learning of a new way of life is inherent in every intelligent creature, especially the language. Things, if you haven't learned it and you are scolded, you still have to smile and agree.

Wu Sang's English may not be very fluent, but basic conversations are still possible.

After listening to the little angel, a group of people turned their heads to look at Duan Kun with strange and curious eyes.

The latter's heart sank, and the small and cherub's eyes stopped on the only woman, frowning.

"Help me...Mark is my brother." Seeing this, the little girl yelled loudly. The horse boy next to him wanted to reach out to cover it, but it was too late. I didn't even figure out the f*cking letters of this English, so I could only say to the gentle-looking little brother wearing glasses, "Tell him, they owe me money and want me to let them go, as long as Just pay back the money."

This is definitely impossible to take this woman away, and the number of the other party seems to be quite large, and... has a gun! Duan Kun saw with his own eyes that the white man opposite him was hiding it in his suit.

Hard idea! As long as you ask for the money back, it's not too much to ask.

"How much?"

"50,000 dollars!" Duan Kun stretched out a finger, he didn't know how to count, "Mark owes me 50,000 dollars, as long as you give me, I will turn around and leave."

50000? !

Wu Sen pouted, this guy really dared to speak.

I have heard a little about the conflict between him and Mark. The latter's mentality is too fair, and he has to say a few words if he doesn't like it. Once when Duan Kun was collecting protection fees, he was very arrogant and locked the store selling melon seeds in the cabinet. In the first place, Mark couldn't see it, so he kicked him when he went up, and kicked him directly. It was this kick, and the two had enmity since then.

Duan Kun has long wanted to kill the other party!

But Mark's popularity is also good, and he has a relationship with a big man in Chinatown, but recently that big man left Boston, which allowed him to find an opportunity.

The little angel thought he heard it wrong, and asked again in surprise, Duan Kun repeated.

"50,000? Hehehe..." The little angel nodded, smiled, took a deep look at him, walked to the side of Hutouben and whispered a few words, Tang Dao finally turned his head and looked at Duan Kun.

Um…

Looks good to bully.

"I'll leave it to you." Tang Dao finished calmly, and the car window went up.

Duan Kun kept staring. Seeing this scene, his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly looked at the little angels and the others, only to find that the latter stretched his hand in from the back waist, then took out a short stick, and with a flick of it, it became longer.

After the other employees did the same, they rushed towards Duan Kun.

"Hey, hey...you can..." Duan Kun panicked, he wanted to say, it could be less, but the little angel didn't listen to him at all, and hit his head with a stick when he went up, Duan Kun hurriedly dodged to the side But the ling feng brought up by this still frightened him a lot, his scalp was numb, and when he came back to his senses, his face was full of shock and anger.

"Call me! Damn, are these foreigners being arrogant here? Hit!"

He roared, and punched the little angel on the right cheek. This street fight is all about being ruthless and fierce, which is far from the ancient ranger. This kind of basic small group, if you say you have practiced it, Duan Kun is just a crop style, but meeting the Italian boxing champion, this is not the end of the brain.

The little angel squats down, gets up, and uppercuts!

All in one go.

This punch directly stunned the opponent, staggered a few times, and finally couldn't hold on, and fell stiffly to the ground.

"Brother Wu, these foreign devils are quite fierce." The group of people in the Zhenbei Martial Arts Hall stood and watched from a distance, discussing in a low voice, as for going up to help? It's already a great deal of face for Duan Kun not to go up and beat Duan Kun twice, and he didn't add insult to injury.

Wu Sen's left eye brow is twitching, he is a bit of a martial arts idiot, the master went to Boston in 1949 for some special reasons, at that time opening a martial arts gym was all about skill, almost all the martial arts gyms in Chinatown were singled out before they stood firm heels.

It's just that traditional martial arts have declined, and no one can persist in boring for several years. It's not as happy as peanuts.

But Wu Sen found that the speed and dodge of these white men were masters, and they aimed at the joints, which was a bit similar to karate, which was more lethal.

Could it be...

Is that a certain warlord sitting inside the Tiger Head Ben?

It can be seen that the characters are not the same.

Anyway, Duan Kun got into trouble this time.

"I feel that they have all killed people before." Wu Sen said in a deep voice.

The eight people in front of them were able to bring down a dozen people on the opposite side without a hitch...

He fell to the ground and howled, holding his arms and legs.

When the apprentices of Zhenbei Martial Arts School heard this, their sphincter muscles all tensed up.

Killed someone?

What age is it now, really? But Wu Sen is a boring person who never jokes, which is a bit scary. Wu Sen felt the cowardice of his senior brothers behind him, and suddenly a sentence from his master sounded, "No blood! No blood! Impulsive, lacking wolfishness, martial arts will eventually be eliminated..."

Slap.

The little angel closed the stick, her breathing was a little disturbed, she took a deep breath, and walked towards the little girl, "Ma'am, you are safe, where is Mr. Mark Lee?"

The little girl was also dumbfounded watching all this Hearing the other party's question, she became excited and shook her head, "My brother doesn't know... I didn't see it." As she spoke, she was about to cry again.

"I know where Mark Lee is."

Wu Sen, who had been listening to him all this time, suddenly said, this scared the senior brother, he was afraid of what he was going to do, he is a well-known martial idiot, his hands are itchy easily, I don't know if it is athlete's foot up.

"I'll take you there, he's in Zhenbei Martial Arts Hall."

The little angel looked at him suspiciously. Then he nodded slowly, and went to Tang Dao to report. When he heard the very old name of Wuguan, Tang Dao was also a little moved. This was only heard in the story of his grandfather. I have seen that this Chinese still has a little accent, but it is already very good to be able to speak.

"Let's go, I want to see it too."

The little angel hurriedly opened the car door, and Tang Dao came out of the car with his pockets in his light orange suit, looking as if he was carrying Pinru's wardrobe.

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