Chapter 277： : Duan Kun (Happy New Year's Day!)

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Tang Dao slept in extravagantly.

Usually he is very self-disciplined to get up at the right time, especially after earning hundreds of millions of dollars, he is more cautious.

But I have to say that sleeping late is really comfortable.

He held the sink with both hands, looked at the face reflected in the mirror, his eyes were red, there was still an unknown liquid in the corner of his mouth, his body was sore, his beard and hair were sloppy.

"What the hell..." Tang Dao shook his dazed head, then closed the door, took a shower, and felt a little more comfortable. He walked out wrapped in a towel, his head was wet, and he just sat on the sofa. His mobile phone rang suddenly, it was a private call, usually only business partners knew about it, he picked it up suspiciously, "Hello..."

"Tang...Mr. Tang?" There was a trembling voice on the other side, it was a woman.

"I am, who are you?" Tang Dao frowned and asked.

"My brother is Mark Lee." The person opposite was very excited, crying, "I beg you to save him."

Mark Lee?

As if he remembered hearing John say that was the name of the doorman.

At that time, I also thought that this guy was able to wash the car so clean, and he was considered a talent, at least in terms of patience and care, which is rare, especially among Asians.

"What happened?"

Tang Dao thought for a while and asked, first to see if things were difficult.

…

Boston, Chinatown,

In a telephone booth, the little girl was trembling, her face was still a little hurt, maybe she was too scared, she trembled several times while speaking, her eyes looked around nervously, as if someone was arresting her.

"Where are you?" Tang Dao frowned, "I'll send someone to find you."

"I'm in Chinatown..." As soon as the little girl finished speaking, she heard a knock on the door outside the car phone booth. She turned her head like a frightened little rabbit, and saw a man's face outside, full of She looked at him with a smile, but this smile made her head go blank.

The other party raised a baseball bat in his hand and slammed it towards the phone booth...

"Hello..." Tang Dao yelled, but there was no answer from the other party. He frowned, put the phone back on the table, and yelled outside, and the employee guarding the door opened the door and came in, "Boss, do you have any orders?" ?”

"You tell the little angel to take someone to Chinatown to bring Mark Lee's sister back."

"OK!"

…

"Let go of me! Let me go..." The little girl's shrill scream made people's hearts tremble. When Ah Tang from the deli heard the cry, he ran out and stretched out his head to look. Two Asians holding sticks were walking unscrupulously on the street, and one of them was pulling the little girl's hair, and his clothes became messy during the fight.

"What are you looking at! Look at your shop." One of them raised a baseball bat in his hand, pointed at Ah Tang and stared at him, and the woman in the shop hurriedly pulled her husband back and smiled at him. Waving his hands, he lowered his voice to Ah Tang, "What are you doing?"

Ah Tang pointed at the door, showing indignation, "Didn't you see what they were doing? Bastards, they thought the Mark family was easy to bully, and now they are doing it. If you don't stop us from the village, you can guarantee that it will happen." What's the matter?"

The mother-in-law was also a little ashamed, but then she gritted her teeth, "If we are targeted by those bastards, do we still have to do business? The first child in the family is still waiting to earn money to study, and the daughter's college expenses are spent a year Tens of thousands of dollars, the whole family depends on this stall, don't be stupid."

Ah Tang looked complicated, and finally sighed.

He also wants to eat.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and smoked it very irritably. The mother-in-law glanced at him. Originally, if he smoked, he would inevitably complain, but now she also knew that he was unhappy, so she let him go.

…

"I don't believe that **** can hide! Your brother ruined our good business and cost me thousands of dollars. I'll **** you and sell you to make up for my loss." The speaker The voice is a bit northwestern, and he speaks Mandarin vaguely. He looks like Erguizi, with a mustache, and his eyes are a little upside down. When he smiles, he always gives people a very gloomy feeling. , looking up and down at the younger sister, with a smirk on his face, he pinched the latter's cheek with his fingers, "I heard that Mark has a younger sister who is good-looking, but I didn't expect to be so handsome."

There was a little fear in the little girl's eyes.

This Chinatown has existed for hundreds of years. In addition to many local Chinese, all kinds of people also came to this country across the Pacific Ocean in the late 1980s. They thought that this place could be used for gold mining. Discovering that all this is deceitful, and the sense of loss makes some people paranoid, so gangs, groups with a slightly quack flavor, are very common.

In addition, in the late 1980s, some "big bosses" who returned home did not have much subsidies and could not survive, so they took risks.

Don't you hear... big circle?

Of course, this is just a general name, and the internal organization is chaotic. Their purpose is to protect the interests of Chinese in Chinatown. In fact, the essence remains unchanged. Protection fees, smuggling, etc. are all being done. And "virtue", don't think about it, it's like a false slogan written on the gate of the school to study hard and make progress every day.

Of course, there are also those who uphold these, but these people are not.

This triangular eye is called Duan Kun. I heard that he used to be a carpenter, and he was very aggressive. Even his compatriots would open their mouths. The protection fee is 50 US dollars per week. For all shops, it is 200 US dollars a month. This is a huge sum of money. Already...

But the gang of white patrols doesn't come to this place.

Moreover, Asians have always stayed outside the political circle. They are too low-key. They only know how to live their own lives in a low-key way. Even in the 21st century, many people are curious about Asians.

Duan Kun gently drew hair on the little girl's face with his fingernails, and with a backhand hook, the two foreheads were close together.

"Mark that **** can't run...I'm going to break his other leg too."

More than a dozen people were arrogantly running across Chinatown, no one to mess with, even if people from other gangs saw it, they would just glance at it, after all, that area was Duan Kun's territory, and he was just "cleaning up the door" by himself.

But of course, there were also those who fought with them. Just as they were about to walk out of the archway, a group of big guys wearing white long sleeves and writing on the back: "Zhenbei Wuguan" stood in front of them. Same, distinct layers.

"Wu Sen, good dogs don't get in the way." Duan Kun frowned and said People like you can only bully and bully women. "The big man said disdainfully, "Do you want us to practice?" "

This martial arts practitioner has a bad temper. Duan Kun and his gang went to collect protection fees before, and the two sides started fighting. Not to mention, this fist is not as hard as the opponent's, and there are people behind this martial arts gym. This matter, let it go However, the Zhenbei martial arts school is also the overlord of his territory, so don't provoke him.

But this meeting will choke a few words.

Duan Kun's face twitched slightly, and his right cheek still hurt a little, "I'm doing things, don't ask me." He snorted coldly, and walked past him with Ma Zai.

"Woo woo woo~"

The muffled sound of the exhaust sounded abruptly, attracting the attention of two groups of people. Four Hutou Ben slowly drove to the entrance of the archway, and six or seven employees got off from the front car, wearing suits, sunglasses, leather shoes... Bodyguards are standard.

"Is there a boss coming?"

This idea is on everyone's mind.