The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

"Your casual standing posture presents an upright posture. When you look at the words, your arms hang down naturally, your shoulders are at the same level without any habitual shrugging or tilting of ordinary people, and your jaw is retracted, so that a face is from top to bottom. Presenting a plane, especially your waist is always straight and straight. All these natural behavioral characteristics speak out that you are a soldier."

"Also, your cheeks are thin and dark, your eyes are energetic and resolute, but wearing a suit gives people a nondescript feeling. Especially the root of your thumb and the tip of your right index finger in the palm of your hand are full of calluses. The gun will come out, and the last place is where your left hand is now, if I guessed correctly, there should be a saber there."

The middle-aged man described all the characteristics of Zhao Ziyang's behavior, with a smile on his face.

"There is a scar on your cheek. The scar is triangular in shape and dark purple. It should be an old wound many years ago." Zhao Ziyang continued calmly: "That is the wound left by the triangular thorn. Your eyes are full of scars. An aura of killing that can only be left behind after experiencing the battlefield, and a bloodthirsty feeling that can only be found when crawling out of a sea of ​​blood. If I guessed correctly, you are also a soldier. You have experienced a cruel battle. According to your Judging by his age, that battle should have been a self-defense counterattack."

The middle-aged man stared at Zhao Ziyang for a long time, raised his head and laughed, and stretched out his thick hands to him.

"Zhao Zhengrong!"

"Zhao Ziyang!"

The two hands were tightly held together.

"Long March!" Zhao Zhengrong shouted at his son at the top of his voice, "Tell the back hall, get some authentic dishes for me, and meet my family!"

"Okay!" Zhao Changzheng turned his head and smiled at Zhao Ziyang, and ran into the back hall.

"Don't say anything, this is my brother's treat." Zhao Zhengrong patted his chest and said to Zhao Ziyang: "You are the first brother I met in this ghost place, and our surname is Zhao, so it's even worse. Kiss, hahaha..."

There is no doubt that Zhao Zhengrong's soldierly heroism is evident, and it can be seen that he was once a fierce general on the battlefield.

"Okay!" Zhao Ziyang smiled and shook Zhao Zhengrong's hand firmly, without any pretense.

At this time, a few British boys with red and green hair dyed came in from the restaurant, walked to a table and sat down carelessly.

"Brother, sit down first, I'll go greet the guests." Zhao Zhengrong threw down half a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes casually, and said to Zhao Ziyang, then smiled at Angel and Linghu, and walked over to greet the few British boys who just came in.

Hongtashan, this cigarette cannot be bought in the UK.

Zhao Ziyang lit a cigarette and smoked it, savoring the taste of the motherland.

"Special soldier, do you have friends here?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang curiously, grabbed the cigarette case, took out one, lit it, and smoked it in style.

With a sound, the cigarette in Linghu's mouth was taken away by Zhao Ziyang.

"It's not good for women to smoke."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words fell to the ground, An Qier also took out a cigarette and started smoking. Her posture was much more sophisticated than Linghu's, and she looked like a serious woman who could smoke.

"Who says it's bad for women to smoke?" An Qier gracefully held the cigarette in her right hand and took a puff, exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Zhao Ziyang, "I like cigarettes."

As for An Qier, Zhao Ziyang didn't have anything to do, so he let An Qier do it.

But after a while, he saw Angel's face was like a piece of ice, she pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray fiercely, and stared at him with jewel-like blue eyes.

Inexplicable, this is Zhao Ziyang's feeling, he doesn't know where he offended Angel.

There was a commotion, and several British boys who had just entered shouted loudly, and one of them even threw his teacup on the ground violently.

There is no need to guess too much, these young people with colorful hair are here to make troubles to collect protection fees. This kind of thing is not uncommon in foreign countries, and it is commonplace in China.

Any region has its dark side, and you cannot prevent the existence of gangster organizations in a region.The protection fee is equivalent to another kind of tax, but it is a tax paid to private individuals.

The dark side has the order of the dark side, which cannot be eliminated like a cancerous tumor. It can only be controlled and maintained. While striking them, let their power be in a state of balance under control.If such a dark side is really completely wiped out, then the people will really be in dire straits.

Remember, the darkest thing is never the organized crime, but the huge national law enforcement system.

Zhao Zhengrong smiled and kept saying good things to those British boys.It's just that a few guys who looked young and young didn't pay attention at all, and one of them even showed a fruit knife at Zhao Zhengrong, looking fierce in his clothes.

Zhao Ziyang found it funny for a while. In Zhao Zhengrong's eyes, this fruit knife was like a child's toy, without any threat.

But what surprised him was that Zhao Zhengrong, with a smile on his face, took out a few banknotes and handed them to several young people respectfully.

Amidst the cursing, the young men turned and walked out, grabbed a bottle of red wine from the bar and walked away.

After solving the problem of collecting protection fees, Zhao Zhengrong walked towards Zhao Ziyang and the others as if nothing had happened, sat on a stool, lit a cigarette and smiled.

"It's okay, such things are normal here." Zhao Zhengrong looked nonchalant.

Of course he could see what the other party was thinking from Zhao Ziyang's eyes, but this was unavoidable, as many things in the UK, a legal society, were different from those in China.

"The hooligans will charge you some protection fees. If they fight in the store, it will be difficult to clean up." Zhao Zhengrong breathed out a puff of smoke and said: "If there is a fight in your restaurant, the police will immediately intervene and will Assist the relevant departments to order the restaurant to close. The reason is that there are fights in your restaurant, which means that your restaurant will make guests feel unsafe."

"Then you are willing to do this?" Zhao Ziyang asked.

"It's just small money." Zhao Zhengrong said to Zhao Ziyang calmly: "The wool comes from sheep, and what I sold to foreign devils is fake Chinese food, which is expensive."

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed when he heard this. He thought Zhao Zhengrong was really funny.

"I'm not a foreign devil, I'm a Swedish." Linghu blinked his eyes to distinguish Zhao Zhengrong, and said cautiously: "You have to give us real Chinese food, because I'm not a foreign devil."

Zhao Zhengrong was amused by this sentence, he kicked Zhao Ziyang with his foot under the table, with an ambiguous gleam in his eyes, he used his body to cover him and gave him a thumbs up: "Glory for the country!"

Mapo tofu, bamboo shoots with bacon, chicken feet with pickled peppers, stick chicken, pickled fish.

Several authentic Sichuan dishes were placed in front of the three of Zhao Ziyang, the aroma was so strong that it made mouth water.

"Is this delicious?" Linghu held the chopsticks in his hands, held back his saliva and turned to ask Zhao Ziyang: "How do you use these two wooden sticks? Did they use sticks? Are there no sticks and spoons?"

"To eat Chinese food, you need to eat with these two wooden sticks. Only in this way can you taste the taste of Chinese food." An Qier skillfully stretched out her chopsticks to pick up a piece of tofu and slowly chewed it in her mouth. She smiled at Linghu and said: "The taste is really good."

Linghu, who knew the taste was good just by smelling it, stretched out his chopsticks and pushed towards the tofu. Unfortunately, the tofu was so soft that he couldn't lift it up no matter how hard he inserted it.The chopsticks became two wooden sticks in Linghu's hands, useless.

It seems that other dishes can't be inserted with chopsticks, but she can't pick them up.

"I, I..." Linghu looked pitifully at Zhao Ziyang and An Qier, who were eating delicious food, and fixed their eyes on the chicken feet with pickled peppers.

This one doesn't need to be clamped, it's eaten by hand!

Linghu threw away the chopsticks, reached out and grabbed a chicken paw, put it in his mouth and began to gnaw.As she gnawed and gnawed, her face turned red, her small bright red mouth hissed inwardly to inhale cold air, and she kept fanning with one hand.

"Is it very spicy? How about buying you a hamburger?" Angel smiled again, and deliberately asked Linghu this way while sandwiching delicious dishes.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere, the unsmiling Angel laughed twice, with a very murderous look.

"Delicious!" Linghu held a plate of pickled peppers and chicken feet in front of her with bare eyes. While inhaling hotly, she gnawed furiously as if afraid that others would snatch her, and stretched out the pink and tender meat from time to time. The tender tongue licked his lips, sucking the taste left on his lips.

Eating and eating, Linghu was not satisfied with the chicken feet anymore, she stretched out her hand to grab the sticky chicken without the slightest image, her eyes sparkled again.

"Oh, it's so spicy, hiss... Special soldiers, your Chinese food is delicious, but why are there bones and no meat?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang, licking his fingers with soup in his hands.

"Chinese food pays attention to color, aroma, and if it's just to fill your stomach, you might as well eat hamburgers." Zhao Ziyang explained to An Qier, pointing to a pile of chicken bones in front of her and said to her: "Look, this one is called pickled pepper phoenix." Claw, isn't it very tasty, but it doesn't have much meat."

"Mmm! Mmm!" Linghu nodded heavily, turned his head and shouted loudly: "I still want chicken feet, hurry up! It's best to serve the phoenix legs and wings, it's so delicious!"

This kind of chicken-clawed fox has never been seen before. The chicken they eat is not this kind of chicken. Most of them eat turkey, which can grow to a weight of several tens of catties.Zhao Ziyang said it was the claw of the phoenix, but she really thought it was the claw of the phoenix. Isn't there a dragon and a phoenix in China?

After a meal, Zhao Ziyang didn't eat much, An Qier and Linghu swept away the dishes on the table, clutching their stomachs and moaning.

According to Angel, such an authentic Chinese meal cannot be eaten at their home.If you want to eat, you need to make an appointment with a Chinese chef, but even if you find a Chinese chef to cook it, the taste is not as good as this, and the price is expensive, which ordinary families cannot afford.

After dinner, Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Zhengrong about the surrounding hotels, and went to the hotel with Angel and Linghu to open three rooms, planning to stay for one night before returning to Africa.

The environment of the hotel is very good, not far from Zhao Zhengrong's restaurant, so Zhao Ziyang, who has nothing to do, just wandered around and chatted in Zhao Zhengrong's restaurant.He hadn't spoken Mandarin for a long time, and he felt uncomfortable.

There were basically no customers in the restaurant in the afternoon, and Zhao Zhengrong, who chatted with Zhao Ziyang for a long time, went out on business, so Zhao Ziyang took his son Zhao Changzheng to continue chatting.

Just chatting and chatting about things, they came to the door. The door of the restaurant was pushed open, and a few Chinese came in with the vapor of cigarette oil in their mouths.

"Yo, the Young Master is here, haha..." The leader was wearing a tight black T-shirt, showing his strong muscles, with a dragon tattooed on his arm.

"Damn it!" Zhao Changzheng cursed fiercely, staring at this guy.

"It's okay to scold me, as long as you hand over this month's money, you can scold me as you like." The leader looked at Zhao Changzheng and Zhao Ziyang with a smile, and sat on a chair casually, knocking his feet on the table.

Seeing the appearance of this Chinese, Zhao Ziyang frowned, and there was a wave of disgust in his eyes.

There are local underworlds in foreign Chinatowns, but the most powerful ones are also Chinese underworlds.Among them, the most famous ones are the Big Circle Gang, the Green Gang and so on.What they rely on for survival is to send money from their compatriots in Chinatown, and the methods are more vicious than foreigners.

"No money!" Zhao Changzheng's fierce look was completely different from his father's.

Young people naturally have the fiery temper of young people, and Zhao Changzheng is definitely that kind of passionate type.

In the life of "Wow", a table was overturned by another Chinese, and the bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground with a splash.

Immediately afterwards, a baseball bat appeared in the hands of the Chinese behind him, and he picked up the baseball bat and smashed the fish tank at the door with one blow.

With a sound of "crash", the fish tank shattered, and the feng shui fish specially raised in it jumped on the ground without oxygen.

"I hate your mother!" Zhao Changzheng was furious, he picked up a chair and threw himself on the Chinese man holding a baseball bat.

There is no doubt that his fiery temper is obvious, this kid is the one who can't tolerate half a grain of sand in his eyes.

In the life of "bang", the Chinese with a baseball bat swung the chair from Zhao Changzheng's hand with one stick, and stretched out his left hand to pinch Zhao Changzheng's neck.

This Chinese man is tall, strong and physically strong, and Zhao Changzheng, who is seventeen or eighteen years old, cannot handle it at all.

"Don't pay? Okay!" The leading tattooed Chinese showed a helpless smile, and then said cruelly: "If you don't have money, you need a leg!"

Threats are always the favorite method used by underworld organizations, and they are well aware of the weaknesses of human nature.

"Damn it, you better beat me to death. As long as I don't kill me, I will kill you all!" Zhao Changzheng, who was strangled by the neck, didn't have the slightest fear to apply. He gritted his teeth and yelled loudly.

"Break one of his legs." The cold voice of the leading Chinese came.

The Chinese who strangled Zhao Changzheng's neck picked up a baseball bat with one hand, and slammed it at Zhao Changzheng's calf.

During the life of "snap", this Chinese man's wrist was pinched by a big hand, and there was a pain like iron pincers on his wrist, which made him have to let go and drop the baseball bat.

The rest of the people who saw this scene quickly put their eyes on Zhao Ziyang, looking at his strange face.