death of hope

Chapter 732 "Savage Growth" (149) Uninvited Guest

Saito Rinka held the gun in her left hand, lightly raised the scabbard of the sword in her right hand, and looked into the crack of the door.
The smell of fruit wood barbecue wafts out, and the oil drips on the charcoal, making an attractive "sizzling" sound.

"I'll go, it smells so good!"

"It doesn't work anymore, the halazi is flowing out."

"How's it going inside, Sister Lin?"

"Nothing unusual was found."

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Ah Lin gently closed the door, walked back and hid the knife under the table:

"I heard them talking. They are a family. The waiter is my daughter.

The one making charcoal was the father, the one threading the meat skewers was the mother, and there was an old lady with a stooped back brushing the sauce, who was the girl's grandmother. "

"It's a family-run restaurant. Their family photos must be hanging on the wall."

Chen Xing looked at the yellowed photo in the glass frame;

“If it’s delicious, I’ll come here often in the future.”

Chen Hong nodded: "I also like this kind of warm feeling."

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"Jingle Bell……"

Just as he was talking, they heard the sound of wind chimes and everyone looked at the restaurant door.

An African-American man stood at the door,

The skin is as dark as night, which makes the eyes and teeth particularly white.

The man chewed gum, glanced casually at their table, and took a seat near the door;
"Hi! Britney! Have a bottle of tequila, low-alcohol."

From the kitchen, the waiter's voice could be heard in the distance;

"Okay, come right away!"

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"It turns out that girl's name is Britney." Chen Xing said.

"I know the store owner, he must be a regular customer."

"I don't like that black guy."

A-Lin's eyes became sharp, scrutinizing the uninvited guest;
The African-American man was wearing a fashionable hip-hop baseball uniform, a silk turban, and a hip-hop flat-brimmed hat tilted on the turban. The legs of the overalls were so baggy that they covered his shoes.

"Hello, CJ (short for Cliff Jones)!"

The waiter greeted the man cordially and served him wine.

"Hello, Britney, how's business?"

"Not so much, I'm just surviving. Will Brother CJ still eat barbecue today?"

"No, I'm just passing by and taking a rest."

The man spoke with a clear rhythm, as if he was performing a rap performance.

He didn't use a wine glass, but drank boldly, taking a big gulp at the mouth of the bottle, and drank half a bottle. ·
"As expected of Lao Hei, a rapper per capita."

"Good drinker."

"That's low-alcohol wine, wait...

WTF? Did he swallow the gum while drinking? "

"He's a ruthless man."

Under the cover of the jazz music playing in the restaurant, everyone started talking quietly;
"Look at the pattern on his turban, that guy is a gangster,"

"African, red turban, red cardigan baseball uniform,

Most likely they are from the Blood Gang. Another African-American gang, the Crip Gang, likes to wear blue. "

"Whether it is the Blood Gang or the Crip Gang, they are all small fish and shrimps. New Sapporo is dominated by the Oriental gangs, and other ethnic groups cannot form a climate."

"What's the relationship between the Blood Gang and our Mountain King Association?"

"That's it, not good, not bad."

"Uncle Deng said that the Kyokushin Group is wooing African-Americans and Latino gangs. These guys all make a living selling hallucinogens and it's easy for them to get together."

"Bah! This is a bunch of drug dealers, they have no eyes for giving birth!"

"People who work in the same industry are enemies, and these drug dealers will have to fight sooner or later."

"Anyway, it's not normal for this guy to come over and drink drunkenly in the middle of the night. You must be more careful."

"A-Lin is right, Xiaohong, please go out and take a look, so as to alert others."

"Leave it to me, young master."

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Chen Hong walked into the bathroom, stepped on the radiator, quickly climbed out of the window, and crept along the wall towards the direction where she parked her car.

Everyone else was also on guard;
Luan Tangzheng put his hand into his arms and loaded the pistol. A Lin put his palm on the scabbard and opened and closed his fingers. Only Chen Xing still cared about his growling stomach.

"Then what is Blackie looking at?"

"I don't know, the brim of the hat covers his eyes."

"There were reflections on his face and he was looking down at the screen of an electronic device."

"Here comes the skewers!" The waiter brought the hot Brazilian barbecue.
It's exactly the same as the picture, the ingredients are solid, the heat is just right, and the flavor of the roasted onions mixed with the gravy is wonderful.

"That's great!" Chen Xing gave a thumbs up and continued to enjoy his meal.

The waiter felt a little strange;
The guests at this table looked like a group of hungry ghosts when they arrived. Now the hot meat skewers are served, but only the short man is eating.

The other three people's attention was not on the table at all, and a black-haired girl disappeared somewhere.

The waiter didn't think much and said, "You can use it with ease~"

Then he returned to the kitchen to help with the work.