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The two of them happily greeted the drunk friend at the table, and then followed the drunkard's line of sight to see Zhang Ming sitting by the window.

Fat white man: "..."

Tall black man: "..."

Zhang Ming: "..."

Fate, amazing.

The two who came in were the "enthusiastic masses" in Hell's Kitchen that Zhang Ming had encountered when he crossed over.

Zhang Ming and the two of them looked at each other for a long time, until the drunk friend reminded them that they responded and shouted "Shet" and "Fake".

Zhang Ming left a deep impression on them. When they met again this time, they couldn't help but feel a dull pain between their legs. After that day, the two of them never touched women, and even those street girls didn't bother to make money from them. money.

The drunk companion asked them what happened, and the fat white man explained it clearly in a few words. The old and new hatreds were stacked together. A group of people stood up hula-la. There were a lot of customers, and they left in a hurry to leave the meal money.

The black strong man was the most excited, grabbing a beer bottle and rushing up—

Bang!

The sound of the rifle hitting the bar calmed the black man down.

Angela took off her glasses, without her usual gentle appearance, and shouted to the group of drunks: "This is a restaurant! Either eat quietly or eat a gun!"

She loaded the gun forcefully, making a terrifying click.

A guy who drank too high wanted to rush over with a stool, but was stopped by his companions.They whispered something, gave up the plan to continue to make trouble in the restaurant, threw down dozens of dollars of wine money, and walked out one after another.

Before leaving, the fat white man pointed at his eyes, then at Zhang Ming, making a gesture of cutting his throat.

After they all left, Angela breathed a sigh of relief, put the gun back under the counter, put on her glasses again, her fair face flushed slightly with emotion.

She came over and said worriedly: "They are guarding you outside. Do you have any police friends? If not, you can stay here for the night today. Upstairs is my bedroom, and you can sleep on the sofa. They are a bunch of impatient people. Hold your mind bastard, can't wait that long."

"no need."

Zhang Ming drank the last sip of coffee in the cup, wiped his mouth and said, "It's just a few hooligans. I'll go out and make me another sandwich. I'll pack it later."

Zhang Ming walked past Angela, and it wasn't until he opened the door and walked out that Angela reacted, ran to the bar to pick up the gun, and called the chef in the back kitchen. The two of them observed the situation outside by the door.

Zhang Ming realized that after leaving the restaurant, eh?No, Angela just said that I can stay with her, right?

I actually refused? !

Seeing Zhang Ming coming out, people No. [-] and [-] gathered around. The fat white man at the head came over, poked Zhang Ming's chest with his fingers, and said, "Boy, you're done! I tell you, you don't want to walk out of this place alive today. Street!"

"Or you can spend some money to buy your life, and we can break your leg less." Said the drunk on the side.

They're not fat white boys, they're just rambunctious friends who talk recklessly.

When he was in Afghanistan before, Zhang Ming felt that he was arrogant, and he thought about it many times, how to retaliate if he encountered them again after returning, and how to pretend to be handsome after revenge.

But now, when Zhang Ming thought that he missed the opportunity to spend the night alone with Angela, he felt a shudder in his heart, and then everything became dull.

"Why don't you talk, are you scared stupid!" The fat white man poked Zhang Ming's body with his index finger even harder.

"Hurry up and end it." Zhang Ming's face was full of unrequited love.

Although his expression is weak, his movements are faster than anyone else!

He quickly grabbed the fat white man's finger and twisted it with all his strength in the opposite direction of the joint. Hearing a click, the fat white man's finger was folded [-] degrees.

The fat white man let out a piercing scream!

While breaking the fat white man's fingers, Zhang Ming took a dagger from under his ribs with his other hand, held it with his backhand, and stabbed it into a drunkard's thigh.

The nearly [-]-centimeter-long dagger completely penetrated into the muscle, and the tip of the knife leaked out from the other side of the thigh, and bright red blood flowed out.

Zhang Ming's movements were coherent and smooth, until the drunk who was stabbed by the knife into his thigh screamed, and the remaining few people reacted and took out the knives they carried with them. Those without weapons clenched their fists and shouted. Called to jump up.

The black strong man rushed the fastest by virtue of his physical advantage. He didn't use a weapon. He raised his fist with a big bowl and greeted Zhang Ming's face!

After a few days of accumulation, Zhang Ming has three fans and twelve barrages, but he can face five or six little gangsters, so he doesn't need to use barrages at all.

Zhang Ming first took out another swinging stick from under the ribs on the other side, waved it left and right to force the encirclement, took a few steps back, calculated the distance, and started editing, back in time when he just stabbed the knife into the drunkard's leg .

From the point of view of several gangsters, Zhang Ming just inserted the knife into his partner's leg, and flashed behind the other partner like a ghost. It fell straight down.

Then, the second, the third...

"Ghost!"

When there were only two people left, one of them finally collapsed and was woken up by the wine. He wanted to run, but was kicked back by Zhang Ming.

The fat white man screamed on the ground, and his companion, the black strong man, was lying on the ground now, with a huge bag bulging on the back of his bare head.

"Leave us alone, we'll never dare again."

Zhang Ming didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, he stretched out his hand.

"Huh?" The fat white man found this action familiar, but under the pain, he couldn't remember it.

"Pay the money."

"Oh, yes, money!" He rummaged through his body, took out a few coins, and flipped them on his fainted companion. Soon there were coins, five and ten dollars, and three pistols on the ground. , and two bags of white powder.

Zhang Ming put away the gun and money without letting go of a coin, and then poured the white powder on the ground. In the eyes of the fat white man, watching them disappear into the wind, he waved his hand and told them to get out.