The van that crosses

Chapter 125 Chaos in the magic capital [9 updates, please subscribe! 】

"Huh!" Brother Chen exhaled a puff of smoke slowly, with a satisfied expression on his face.

suddenly.

An ax quickly flashed past Brother Chen's forehead.

In the next second, a strand of hair covered with hairspray fell down.

Brother Chen just felt a jolt all over his body, almost, just a little bit, he just explained it here.

"Brother Chenchen" the master's voice trembled a little.

Brother Chen raised his head, and when he looked over, the right hand holding the cigarette began to shake.

However, anyway, he is also a big man with a face.

"Who are you?" Brother Chen said pretending to be calm, but his trembling hands and lips had already betrayed him.

At this moment, more than [-] little boys were all scattered in all directions, one by one fell on the ground or on the goods, and a few even flew to the top of the warehouse.

"You can call me Zhou He, Chief Wang. I don't know if you will give me face now. I want to take them both away." Zhou He looked at Brother Chen with a smile on his face.

"Since you have said so, I naturally want to give you this face, please!" Brother Chen pretended to be calm, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Thank you! What are you still doing, get in the car." Zhou He said to Ah Xing and Fatty Cong.

"Oh, okay." Immediately, Ah Xing and Fat Zai Cong ran to the van.

After a while, Zhou He drove the car and took Ah Xing and Fat Zai Cong out of the warehouse.

"Brother Chenchen, smoke." The master handed over a cigarette.

Brother Chen took the cigarette, took a sip, and sternly said, "Find me a killer, the most powerful killer, I want them to die!"

……

"Brother, thank you for saving us." A Xing in the passenger cab thanked Zhou He.

"Yes, yes, thank you, brother, for saving us." Fat Zai Cong also hurriedly thanked him.

【Congratulations!Your order has been completed, and you will be rewarded with a big draw and [-] points. 】

Zhou He smiled slightly and said, "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, Zhou He ignored them and looked out of the car window.

Although it was already night, the avenue was filled with people from all over the world, most of whom were arrogant-looking white foreigners.

There are also the red-headed Asan who pretends to be a tiger, the Jewish people who came to take refuge, and the islanders who are eyeing.

Of course, there are inevitably a large number of entertainment venues on both sides of the street.

The Demon City at this moment is simply a place of all shapes and colors, mixed fish and dragons, undercurrents surging, and forces from all sides.

The Japanese occupation army, the public concession, the French concession and a gang of gangs are mixed together.

Under this false and deformed prosperity, each other restrains each other, forming a chaotic and delicate relationship.

This kind of contradiction is always accumulating, and sooner or later, or at any time, it may explode.

……

Although this is still the boundary of Huaguo, as a concession area, Huaguo people don't have the slightest right to speak at all, and they are divided into three, six, and nine grades.

Take the public concession as an example, it has a total population of 70 million, of which foreigners only account for 2% of it, that is, less than [-] people.

Among them, the population of England is even less than 5000 people, but these [-] English people are the masters of this concession.

As a summary in the concession, the nine-member committee of the Bureau of the Ministry of Industry really has the final say. Among them, six are from England, two are from Milijian, and the remaining one is for the rest of the foreign nationals.

The nine-member committee was selected from the richest foreigners in the concession, and they can be called the top of the pyramid of the concession people.

Those at the lower level are the white-collar workers, senior clerks, engineers, etc. in the concession.

The next level is high-level police officers, technicians, and general company employees.

The lower ones are ordinary workers, sailors, white patrols, red-headed Asan and Annan's pointed patrols.

As for the Chinese patrolling in the patrol room, it can only be the last existence.

What's more, the wages of a white police officer can equal eight police officers.

But the salary of Ah San is much higher than that of the Chinese police officers.

As for those ordinary Chinese, there is no such thing as the slightest level at all, they are the lowest, the lowest.

Therefore, in front of foreigners who are one level higher, the lowly red-headed assan and pointed-headed policemen can all shout at the Chinese.

In this special era and node, there is inequality everywhere. No, it should be said that the word equality does not exist in this era.

"Brother, you are so powerful, there are so many people, you defeated them with just a few swipes."

At this moment, Ah Xing's words brought Zhou He back from his memories.

"That's right, big brother is very powerful, and I feel that he is even stronger than those three heroes in Pig Cage City." Fat Zai Cong echoed.

"Those are just a few punks. Anyone who has practiced a little martial arts can defeat them. But, fat man, those three heroes you mentioned? I'm a little interested." Zhou He said.

"They're in Pigpen Walled City, brother, shall I take you there?" Ah Xing said courteously.

"No hurry, it's so late now, are you hungry? I'm a little hungry, let's find a place to eat first." Zhou He said.

"I'm a little hungry." Fat Zai Cong nodded.

Some of these two guys didn't have their next meal. They haven't even had lunch or dinner yet, so they're starving for a long time.

"Brother, I know a place that is delicious..."

Ten minutes later, Zhou He drove the car and came to a small restaurant.

"Brother, here, the food is plentiful and cheap, let's eat here." Fat Zai Cong pointed to the small restaurant in front of him.

Before Zhou He could speak, Ah Xing thumped Fat Zai Cong on the forehead: "Fat Zai Cong, you actually brought my elder brother to this small shop for dinner? Are you looking for death?"

"Brother, I know a local hotel that..." Ah Xing was interrupted by Zhou He before he could finish speaking.

"Okay, let's eat here, I'm not picky." Immediately, Zhou He got out of the car and walked towards the small restaurant.

Ah Xing and Fatty Cong got out of the car quickly and followed.

Fat Zai Cong still whispered behind Ah Xing: "It's really delicious, you have eaten it too, those leftovers are really delicious."

"Shut up, if you don't shut up, I'll sew your mouth shut." Ah Xing gave Fat Boy Cong a hard look.

Fatty Cong immediately closed his mouth, not daring to mutter.

"Welcome, welcome, what do you three want to eat?"

The three walked in, and a store owner greeted them directly.

"Send one of your signature dishes here, and then make some other good dishes, and make up twenty dishes." Zhou He said.

"Ah, sir, are you kidding?" The shopkeeper was a little stunned, and then his heart beat a little.

(End of this chapter)