Chapter 610

The waitress came up to these people, bowed politely and said in Japanese, "gentlemen, what can I do for you?"

One of them is bald and licentious, with a cigarette fart in his hand, and two puffs of green smoke from his nostrils: "girl, you are going to kill people in this restaurant. There is a blade in the sashimi, you see." He pushed the plate on the table with his hand. There are not many sashimi covered with dirty things, a new sharp razor blade lying quietly on it.

It can be seen from the brand-new degree of the blade that this is definitely not put in by the chef. Even if the chef uses the blade to cut fish, he will not use this kind of shaving.

The waitress seems to have seen a lot of such things. Knowing that they are framing, she bowed politely and said, "I'm sorry, I'll give you a new one." She said, picking up the plate and going.

"Hello?" A yellow hair called her and said, "and this lobster, there are cigarette ends in it. What's wrong with your hygiene? Don't you want to do it? "

There was a pile of shells left in the lobster, and there was half a cigarette end. There is no cigarette end in it, sir

"Ha ha." With a smile, Huang Mao threw the cigarette end in his hand and said, "isn't that what you have?"

"Ah? You - you bully people. " The waitress was very angry. It was hard to suppress her anger.

Baldness took her slim hand and pulled her into his arms. The other hand kept groping on the waiter: "ha ha, girl, let me have a good time. It's over, otherwise - hum."

"Let go of your hands, you asshole." The waitress tried her best to get rid of baldness and slapped him subconsciously.

With a loud and clear sound, the bald man was stunned.

The waitress awoke instantly and bowed repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'll change it for you."

"Stop, smelly woman, dare to hit my elder brother?" Huang Mao grabbed the waitress's hair and banged it on the table. Only once, the waitress's forehead became red and swollen. She was so scared that her face became pale. With pain, she burst into tears and her face was full of grievances.

"Stop it

A 40 year old man with glasses and a suit came over, followed by two fat chefs in white, with a kitchen knife in his hand. The three were furious.

When the middle-aged man saw that they were Japanese, he immediately changed his face, rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, she's just a girl. Let her go. I'm the boss here."

Balding, with a big face and five red fingers on it, he said, "are you the boss? OK, there are blades in the sashimi and cigarette ends in the lobster in your wonton shop. How do you explain that? "

Huang Mao let go of the waitress, and the two chefs quickly held her up. When they met, there was a big bag on her forehead, red and purple, very distressed. But in a foreign country, I dare to be angry.

The boss took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and put them into his bald pocket: "brother, I know your skinheads are very good. This is my little idea. I'll go to find brother Huatian with my big gift some other day."

The bald man held his mouth and nodded slightly: "you are smart. Remember here that you Chinese are just like dogs. You still need to see the color of our skinheads. Go He got up and waved his hand. Seven or eight people pushed away their seats. Some left their cigarette ends on the table, and some spit at the middle-aged boss.

In this way, the middle-aged boss was still smiling and gave a long breath in his heart. The evil gods finally sent him away.

"Bah."

When baldness passed a table of two men and a woman, one of the men spat on the floor and landed on his shining shoes.

"Baga!" Baldness is a great insult. He reached out and grabbed the man. He was tall, but he was a little thin, with two strings of Buddhist beads in his hands. His eyes were very bright. Yes, this man is Duan Hong. He sees everything about baldness in his eyes.

"Lick it up!" Baldness screams in Japanese.

Duan Hong laughs, "dog bastard, what bullshit, I don't understand."

As soon as bald head heard that it was Chinese, the clamor became more arrogant and grabbed Duan Hong to pull out.

When the waitress saw this, she thought about it. She was held by the two chefs. The boss was also a little cowardly. She quietly turned around and pretended not to see it.

"Sir! Don't provoke them. They are skinheads. They are very powerful here, sir -- "the waitress looked at Duan Hong with an eager face. She didn't hurt her head at all.

Duan Hong's heart warms, smiles, says nothing, and follows him to the outside.

The street was narrow. As soon as seven or eight people came out, they blocked it in an instant.

"Yellow pig, lick it up for me!" Bald nose to Duan Hong, hard air.

Duan Hong moved his head a little and missed the stink: "you have two choices. First, let me go immediately, kowtow me three times, and then go to apologize to the girl in the store, and pay $1.8 million for medical expenses. I can let you go. Second, apologize to the girl, compensate the restaurant for the loss, and return ten times the money just collected to the boss. Third, "he said

Baldness couldn't understand what he said.

Duan Hong said with a smile: "the first two are the best solutions. If you don't choose, I will take the third as your choice. The third is -- "

Duan Hong's voice is not over, his left hand clasps baldness's wrist and grabs his neck collar, five fingers force, a click, baldness's fragile bone is crushed.

He opened his mouth and yelled. He couldn't let go of his hand.

Duan Hong's left hand was pulled, his bald head reeled, his bright forehead banged on the restaurant's steps and opened a hole. His blood was as bloody as the Nile River in autumn.

Shocked, hurt and humiliated, the bald man got up from the ground. Before he could stand still, Duan Hong grabbed him by the back of the head and hit his knee on the bridge of his nose.

Bald nose bone exaggerated fragmentation, nostrils turned back, two mixed with crispy blood from the nostrils jet out. His weak psychology was under great pressure, and the impact of iron knee made his head coma. He fell to the ground heavily, and his face was covered with blood.

The whole process is simple and takes no more than ten seconds.

The remaining seven or eight young people were shocked. First of all, Huang Mao reacted and howled like ghosts, kicking Duan Hong.

"Ha ha, I don't know what to fear." Duan Hong sneered twice, grabbed his leg with one hand, stepped forward with his right foot, and stepped on Huang Mao's leg to support his body. Give your arm a lift.

"Kaka." Huang Mao's kicking leg is strangely lifted to his head. If this kind of Kung Fu is trained normally, it will take at least three years of hard work. But Huang Mao did it in three seconds.

"Ouch!" he screamed. Duan Hong reached out and took off his shoe. It was a big boot with steel plate on the tip of his foot. Duan Hong put it into Huang Mao's mouth directly. The steel plate hit his fragile throat and immediately turned his eyes and fainted.

The rest of the people were shocked by Duan Hong's thunderbolt. They were afraid to move forward. They were also worried about their big brother. They were afraid that he would go back to clean up himself and would not leave. They just looked at Duan Hong in horror.

Seeing this, Duan Hong sneered, stepped on his bald chest, bowed down and fanned his bloody face twice: "are you dead?"

Baldness, dizziness, the blood foam on his face and the pain in his nose and wrist made him have a deep fear of the man in front of him.

This kind of fear is just like the shadow left by the United States after the two atomic bombs were dropped by Japan. I dare not have any resistance in my heart.

Baldness shook his head and asked in Japanese, "you can't kill me. My elder brother Huatian won't let you go?"

But Duan Hong didn't understand, and he didn't want to know what the bully who was good at said, "do you have any money with you?"

Look at the moon.

The bald man was stunned, and then he was overjoyed. He nodded and collected all the money that the boss had just given him, plus his own money, including yellow hair and several other little gangsters. To Duan Hong, with a trace of hope on his face, he would not start after he received the money.

However, Duan Hong's character is violent. How can he use common sense to change his mind?

"I won't embarrass you this time. Leave your hands and spare your life." Duan Hong pulled out Zilong Tibetan Dao from his back and made a stroke on the inside of baldness's wrists.

The bare hands were cut off by the iron and mud Tibetan knife.

"En ah -" he cried bitterly with a trace of regret. He regretted coming here to collect protection fees, and even more regretted bumping into Duan Hong, a terrible guy. Just didn't cry twice, the wound blood flow into the column, pain died in the past.

Duan Hong turned and walked into the restaurant. When the gangsters saw him leave, they carried away the bald head and yellow hair in horror.

"Is this yours, boss?" Duan Hong handed over the stack of money to the boss with his memory, and put the rest into the hands of the waitress. Then he took out Wumu spirit wine, dropped a drop on his finger and put it on the forehead of the waitress: "are you better?"

The waitress felt flattered. Just now Duan Hong's quick and fierce hand left a deep impression on her. She looked at Duan Hong with gratitude.

At any time, there is always a lack of heroes, especially in foreign countries. When Chinese people are bullied, they often swallow their anger or mutter behind their backs.

The boss seemed to think of something and quickly grabbed Duan Hong: "young man, let's go, ah - you are too impulsive. Just now you have to bear it. You are a skinhead. Although this guy is just a little brother, if his elder brother Huatian knows, he will not let you go. Let's leave as soon as no one knows."

When Duan Hong started the fight just now, there were many people outside, most of them were Chinese. Knowing that the young man was Chinese, he was full of admiration and worry. They all went into the hotel and tried to persuade Duan Hong to leave like the boss.

Duan Hong grinned bitterly and said, "endure? Boss, your forbearance is indeed a coward behavior in their eyes. It's just because of your forbearance that they feel that you are bullying again and again. They always ask you for protection fee. Today's wave is skinheads, and tomorrow's wave is a gang of fast riders. How much money do you have to give them? "

The owner of the restaurant didn't know and sighed in silence.

Duan Hong turned to other Chinese: "five thousand years of China, what a rich historical accumulation, but this historical accumulation has created the present kindness and tolerance. Chinese from other countries are one, and everyone's slogan is loud. What were you doing when the restaurant owners were charged protection fees? His today is your tomorrow! It's too hard to know? If we unite, will we be afraid of them? Life is no more than a death, in my opinion, even death, national integrity can not be lost! Where the Chinese people are, they are all heroes. Duan Hong will never be a coward! "