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While they were chatting, one of the Asians recognized Tom Brady. "Brother Sam, that's Tom Brady."

He started to say that Tom Brady was an Asian idiot. He looked Tom Brady up and down: "Tom Brady? I respect you, but I hope you won't get involved in this. We are 'Ping'

People from 'On'. This guy owes us money, so it's only right that we pay him back! "

"White Ghost John Willis?"

"Of course, I'm Sam Zhou. I want you to think about it. Don't get yourself into too much trouble. This is not something you can handle. This fool offended Mr. Willis's niece and owed us a great debt of debt. " Sam wasn't nervous at all.

Tom Brady hesitated. "Isn't the White Ghost in jail?"

Sam said coldly, "Please call him 'Mr. Willis'. It is true that he is in prison, but that does not mean that we have abandoned him. We will not abandon any of our brothers!"

Tom Brady frowned, looking at the man being beaten on the ground with a troubled expression.

Just when he didn't know how to do it properly, he felt a gust of wind blow past his ears. Before he could come back to his senses, he heard the sound of 'bang bang bang'. When he looked again, the group of people were already lying on the ground, and the weapon that had knocked them down was actually a trash can lid.

Of course, the culprit is Xiao Peng. He giggled as he looked at Tom Brady, "You guys are so ridiculous, why are you wasting words with them? Did a bunch of little ruffians scare you guys?" Aren't all of you a little too cowardly? White ghost or nigger? Let's beat them up first. Did he really think that there was no law anymore? Today, I'm in a good mood. It's fine if I knock them out, but if I don't, I'll send them all to the hospital! "What 'Off'? If I get angry, I'll flatten everything out."

Everyone looked at Xiao Peng. "..."

Only now did they come back to their senses. Xiao Peng didn't have any good attitude towards the people from various gangs. After seeing the Hell Angel incident, the first thing he wanted to do was to slap them to death. He had restrained himself a lot as he watched over Tom Brady and Warwin. Otherwise. These people were not simply knocked out by him.

"Bro, are you alright?" Xiao Peng looked at the mixed youth being beaten on the ground and clicked his tongue. This beating was really not light. His face was bruised and bruised; he couldn't even make out his original appearance.

The muscular man wiped the blood off his nose and got up from the ground. He then said, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Xiao Peng's face was filled with disdain, "I definitely know that you're fine. Look at you, you're big and tall, how can you let these guys push you down and beat you up? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? "

The robust, mixed blood shook his head furiously when he heard Xiao Peng's words, "I can't fight against them. If I do, my future will be ruined!" "God, I just came to see a football game. How did it turn out like this?"

"How much do you owe them? Why are you getting beaten up like this? " Xiao Peng took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out an electrical merchant, and stuffed it into his mouth. "Tsk, tsk. You must have been beaten up to such a degree that your mother came and didn't even recognize you."

"I don't owe them money at all! They are all scoundrels! " The mixed blood man's face was filled with rage.

Xiao Peng patted his shoulder. "Enough. Stop shouting your slogan. We're leaving. You better take care of yourself." With that, he got up and walked out of the alley, "Tom, what's with that 'Ping On' you were talking about? Won't it cause you any trouble? Should I go and deal with them now? "

Tom Brady quickly stopped him, "Oh, it's nothing, that PingOn is the biggest Chinese gang in Boston, I'm not afraid of them. John Willis, their boss, and I were friends, but he went to jail in 2011. I have no further contact with 'Pingon'. "

Xiao Peng curled his lips, "You actually have all sorts of friends. "Wait, you said that it's a Chinese gang?"

"That's right!" Tom Brady nodded.

Xiao Peng scratched his head, "An old Chinese gang member called John Willis? "No matter how you look at it, this isn't a Chinese name, is it?"

Tom Brady was about to answer him when they heard footsteps behind them. They turned around and saw that the man who had been beaten had chased them out, but he was not looking at Xiao Peng. Instead, he was staring at Tom Brady with his mouth agape. Are you Tom Brady? God, was it Tom Brady who saved me? "

Xiao Peng curled his lips. This was the star effect. I was the one who saved you, but you only had Tom Brady in your eyes?

When Tom Brady heard this, he also felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly said, "It's not that I saved you, it was this Chinese friend of mine who saved you. Alright, now that you're safe, hurry up and leave this place. When they wake up, you won't be safe! "

With that, Tom Brady made a 'please' gesture towards Xiao Peng, and they prepared to get on the car and leave.

Unexpectedly, the muscular man shouted, "Mr. Brady, I'm here for you! It was Chris Peterson who introduced me to you! "

Brady stopped. "Chris? "You mean the big 'Gray Rabbit' Peterson?"

The mixed blood man desperately nodded his head, "That's right, that's right." Mr. Brady, this is a personal letter from Mr. Peterson to you. " He took a letter from his inside pocket and handed it to Brady.

Brady accepted the letter, not opening it directly, but looking at the mixed youth. "What's your name?"

"Taylor! Taylor Rapp! " The sturdy man introduced himself.

When Brady heard this, he suddenly laughed, "Alright, let's get in the car!"

"Mr. Brady, you haven't read the letter." Taylor reminded Tom Brady.

Brady shrugged. "What else could this Peterson guy want you to do with me?" I can imagine how this letter was written: 'Taylor is a hard-working young man with great talent, unparalleled passion, and a love of football. I hope I can show you the gap between professional football and college olives so that you can have better development in the future '. "Alright, get in the car!"

Brady said as he drove, "Chris Paterson, coach of Wahlendamm State University, was my coach at Uni Perot Sierra High School. Every time he meets a promising young man, he introduces him to me during the holidays to broaden his horizons. "It seems like this Taylor Rapp is also a promising young man."

Vaven curled his lip. "Waxillium State University? "Wow, then it's not easy to make a trip here."

Star Stripes had two 'Hua-Sheng' states. In the west, Seattle was in Hua-Sheng, while the other 'Hua-Sheng' District was in the east, next to New York. The White House and all that. Waxillium State University was in Waxillium, and to get to Boston was to traverse the Stars and Stripes.

Brady shrugged. "A young man's dreams are understandable. Wait! This Taylor Rapp seems to be Asian? "

Xiao Peng said in a speechless manner, "Hey, Tom, what do you mean? What happened to the Asians? Do you still discriminate against Asians? "Look at his face. He must be Asian."

Brady shook his head, "What do I have to discriminate against Asians!?" However, this was truly rare! Every year, about 30,000 players are registered in the Football League, but there are only about 100 people with Asian blood. Moreover, we don't even know which country he's from, so if he's Chinese, then he's even more precious than pandas! In all these years, only one Chinese player, Wang Kai, seems to have been chosen by the Buffalo Bill team in the fifth round of the 140th position in 2010 and has never played in a match before. "

Xiao Peng shrugged his shoulders, "The sports we like are different. We Chinese don't like sports that intense. Can we not?" A group of men are playing and twisting around on the field every day. Don't you feel uncomfortable? "

Vaven chuckled as he listened.

Brady laughed angrily, "Warwin, you still have the nerve to laugh? At least we all carry each other in our protective gear. If you guys play basketball, that would be like touching meat! According to what Xiao Yan said, you guys are even more disgusting than us. "

At this point, Vaven could no longer laugh.

Xiao Peng lit a cigarette and suddenly remembered, "Oh right, Tom, you still haven't told me what happened to John Willis."

"Oh, 'White Ghost' John Willis, from Ireland, is one of the top executives of the most notorious Chinese gang in Boston."

"WHAT? "Are you saying that a star-spangled Chinese has become the upper echelon of a Chinese gang?" Xiao Peng was stupefied when he heard this.

As we all know, Chinese people like to band together in foreign countries. In the eyes of foreigners, Chinese people only play with their own people. It is very difficult for outsiders to get involved.

The same was true for the Chinese gangs in foreign countries. Most of them chose their own kind. How could a foreigner get to such a high position in the Chinese underground gangster world? It's really hard to imagine.

Tom explained to Xiao Peng, "I used to know John, and he told me his story. This John lied when he was 16 years old and worked as a bodyguard in a bar in Fenway Park. Because he trained his muscles at that time, he looked quite intimidating, and then he helped a Chinese man escape the enemy's pursuit during one of his jobs. He was called 'Joe' and told John to call him when he needed help. "

Xiao Peng asked, "That 'Qiao' is of Chinese descent?"

Tom nodded. "That's right, and he's a senior member of PingOn. He brought John to PingOn and became a member of that gang. From going to the illegal casino to collect money and become a bodyguard, to finally starting to take part in gang affairs one step at a time. "

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