Chapter 177

Qin Lang ignored the beauty.

It's not only about saving beauty, but also about the face of Yan people.

"Leng Feng, stone, what are you waiting for?"

Leng Feng and Shi tou have been holding back their anger for a long time, but Qin Lang didn't speak.

With Qin Lang's permission, as soon as his voice dropped, Leng Feng and Shi Shi turned into two cheetahs and rushed to the wolves.

"Ah..."

The bar screamed.

Ten minutes later, Leng Feng and stone stand in the middle of the bar, and they are fierce, while the ungrateful boys of the United States lie on the ground and groan in pain.

"Who is the pig?" Leng Feng gave a cold smile.

As far as he could see, everyone felt his soul tremble and his body retreated involuntarily.

Seeing this, the young man immediately ran away. Before he ran far away, he was grabbed by Qin Lang's collar and thrown on the ground: "you haven't said who is a pig? Run what run! I'm not going to eat you. "

"Brother, spare your life..." the young man had been scared for a long time. Is this NIMA human?

Two people beat more than a dozen thugs easily, and more than a dozen of them didn't even touch each other's collars, which was too big a blow.

"I'm a pig... I'm a pig, please let me go, I shouldn't insult Yan people, I'm wrong..." the young man cried with a runny nose and tears.

"Good!"

"Really give us Yan country man in long face!"

"Good job!"

There are a lot of Yanguo people in the bar, clapping and cheering one after another.

On weekdays, because they are the people of Yan, these young Americans can not embarrass them. But here is the rice country has the final say.

Even if Yan people are bullied here, they can only give up, because no one will listen to your explanation.

Now, Qin Lang and his two brothers can be regarded as substitutes for Yan people in the United States to get justice.

Relieve Qi!

"Go away!" Qin Lang yelled angrily, and the American youth immediately ran out of the bar.

Then, Qin Lang's eyes swept around: "this is the end of looking down on us Yanguo people. Who else is not satisfied?"

"Who else won't?"

These words are very shocking, resounding in the quiet bar.

People, you look at me, I look at you.

Several American youths, with their fists clenched and their eyes full of anger, wanted to stand up for the American people, but when they saw the fierce eyes of Leng Feng and Shi Shi, they all sighed helplessly.

No one dares to come out.

Qin Lang walked out of the bar, behind him came a voice: "Hello! You haven't told me. What's your name? "

Qin Lang looked back and saw that it was the beauty in the bar: "what's the matter?"

"You were so handsome just now. You really gave us a long face."

"Meet me. My name is Jiang Xiaoxuan. What's your name?"

Qin Lang did not reply: "you'd better not know my name."

He's right. This is the United States, and his identity is special.

If his identity is disclosed, not only Jiang Xiaoxuan is in trouble, but also Qin Lang's life is in danger.

"Well, how can you do that?" Jiangxiaoxuan gas frowned to catch up: "no matter how to say we are all Yan people, know how?"

"My eldest lady, can you stop making trouble?" Qin Lang has two big heads: "I said, I can't tell you my name, otherwise you will be in danger."

"I'm not afraid!"

Jiangxiaoxuan haughtily turned his head, and soon, the streets of the night sounded a roar.

A row of motor vehicles made a deafening roar and slowly stopped on the side of the road at the entrance of the bar. Dozens of tattooed strong men came down from these motor vehicles.

"Xiaoxuan, are you ok? I'm scared to death." A man in a black shirt came anxiously, holding Jiang Xiaoxuan with a sigh of relief.

"Next time you can't run around like this. What can I do if something happens to you?"

"I know, Dad..." Jiang Xiaoxuan curled her lips. She took Jiang's father to Qin Lang and said with a smile, "this is my father Jiang Hong, this is Qin Lang, thanks to him for saving me."

Jiang Hong looks at Qin Lang, a native of Yanguo?

Living in this place of the United States for a long time, they are often rejected by the American people. It's kind of cordial to see the villagers when you see the people of Yan."Thank you very much, Mr. Qin." Jiang Hong held out his hand with a smile.

Although his tone was polite, there was a flash of disapproval and arrogance in his eyes.

Out of politeness, Qin Lang shook hands with the other party: "it's all Yan people. You can't look at people who bully our country indifferently."

"Now you can tell me your name. My father is very good. He..."

"Xiaoxuan!"

Jiang Hong drank a word and said with a smile: "little brother, can you leave your name? If you meet me one day, you can find me. I can still help you a little bit."

"No, you can't help me." Qin Lang smiles, looks at Leng Feng and stone, and immediately turns to leave.

"How do you speak?"

Jiang Hong next to a strong man suddenly refused, he grabbed Qin Lang's collar: "you go to inquire about our Qinglong help who don't know?"

Jiang Hong did not stop this scene. He was not happy.

The young man is a bit arrogant.

Although the Qinglong Gang is not a big force in San Francisco, there are still some people with great influence.

"The green dragon Gang?" Qin Lang smiles: "it's just a small Gang. Goodbye!"

Qin Lang pushed away the young man and turned to leave.

The young man suddenly became angry. He had never seen such arrogance before. The Qinglong gang was also a famous force in San Francisco.

Actually in Qin Lang's eyes so disdainful.

Qinglong gang youth vowed to teach this boy a lesson.

"Well! Have the ability to learn from each other. " As soon as the young man's voice fell, Qin Lang could not help but answer. Holding Qin Lang's arm was a blow over his shoulder.

Qin Lang's eyes were cold.

It seems that we can't go without giving Qinglong Gang some color today.

Qin Lang's legs work in an instant. No matter how hard he tries, he is like a rock.

"This..." the young man was shocked. He waved his fist to Qin Lang.

Qin Lang is not willing to be outdone. It's not a deep hatred to fight in the United States and Yan.

Qin Lang's fighting with the youth is different from Qin Lang's fighting with the American people.

Bang!

Not to be outdone, Qin Lang clenched his fist and smashed it through the air.

Their fists collided in the air.

Click!

The sound of a slight bone fracture.

"Ah..." the young man screamed, and the whole right arm was dislocated by Juli. His tears were coming out.

And his right hand was soft.

Jiang Hong's face changed: "stop it!"

"Sir, it's presumptuous of me to blame my blindness."

Jiang Honghe can't see that Qin Lang is a master, and he is a very powerful master.

He glared at the young man and asked the others to send him to the hospital as soon as possible.

Jiang Hong is also a practitioner. Naturally, he can see the secret of Qin Lang Gang's fist. Qin Lang's skill is not inferior to him, even stronger.

If Qin Lang hadn't been merciful, just one of them would have died.

"Thank you for your kindness. I apologize on behalf of my brother." Jiang Hong said respectfully.

"It's nothing. It's just a duel." Qin Lang waved his hand gently and left with the cold front and the stone.