The Road to Slaying God

"It cannot be said that there are also Vietnamese here, not just Chinese. They smoke illegally, spit everywhere, feed pigeons, and throw away food packaging bags. Most of these are new immigrants who have uncorrected Chinese bad habits. Habits brought to the United States, the hygiene habits of old expats have been Americanized, and they generally pay attention to environmental protection. In addition, some Asian homeless people who have been entrenched in Garden Corner for a long time are also an important reason for poor environmental sanitation."

"Really?" Zhang Yang sneered on his face, and in his ears were the unscrupulous voices of the Chinese.

"There are many. This square is not simple. It is controlled by people behind the scenes."

"Is there someone controlling this place?" Zhang Yang's body couldn't help but froze. He really couldn't imagine the value of this rubbish-strewn square.

"There are a lot of people gambling here, such as poker and chess. Although the stakes are very small, they are very popular with some underground gangs because there are no exceptions. It is said that in order to gain control of this territory, the Vietnamese gang and The Daquan Gang has fought several times..."

"Who is more powerful?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but stop and asked with interest.

"Haha, it's even worse if you can't tell the difference, because those who hang out here are not the core force of the gang. Really capable people will not hang out here. Generally, most of the people here are small gangsters, and now, these gangsters The gangsters are all in peace, and they are all here to make a living."

Nana is worthy of being a member of the Dragon Group, and she is fully aware of the power entanglements in this small square.

"In other words, the gangsters here are all the lowest-level gangsters?"

"Basically, that's the case. Of course, there are also powerful people who have done well in China, but when they came to the United States, they couldn't establish themselves and ended up here. You see, that person is one of the typical representatives. He committed big things in China and escaped. When we got here, if it weren't for him, this small square would have been completely controlled by the Vietnamese gang."

Zhang Yang's gaze followed Nana's gaze to a corner of the upper floor of the square. A man wearing a black vest and a sturdy back was drinking. The man was about thirty years old. He was not tall, but sturdy and strong, with beards of different lengths. , with an expression of vicissitudes of life.

There were several bottles of beer and a plate of peanuts next to the man, who was drinking alone. Everyone around him tried to stay as far away from him as possible, forming a lonely barrier.

"who is he?"

Seeing this man, Zhang Yang's eyes couldn't help but light up. This man looked very decadent, but he had a temperament that ordinary people didn't have. His whole person gave people the feeling that he would jump up at any time.

"His surname is Wang Mingyong. When he was in China, he led the underground forces in the entire Northeast. Many people have forgotten his name. He was called the Siberian tiger, the same name as the South China tiger in Hunan. Because of a fight, he accidentally killed a very special man. People with political backgrounds have become wanted criminals across the country and are living in the United States."

"It seems that the character who was killed was not a good thing anymore?"

"Of course, if he is a good person, the Siberian tiger would not dare to sit here and drink openly. However, although no one stands up for that person, the Chinese gangs in the United States do not dare to take him in. First of all, they are afraid of arousing the hatred of the person's family. After all, , even though the man is dead, there are still many people who have benefited from him. Secondly, this man is not a creature of the pond, no one dares to take the risk to take him in..."

"It's a pity that I don't have time. Otherwise, I would be willing to help him." Zhang Yang hugged Nana's soft waist and smiled.

"Do what you want to do, and I won't interfere with you." Nana said understandingly.

"Forget it, we have too much to take care of now. Look, someone is coming to trouble us." Zhang Yang stopped moving forward. In front of them, there was a group of a dozen young people who looked like gangsters with unkind expressions on their faces. They walked over, and it was obvious that this group of gangsters seemed to have a purpose, because they all had weapons on their bodies.

"I'll do it." Nana smiled softly, with a charming look on her face, which made Zhang Yang's heart beat violently. She was used to Nana's cold expression, and now she feels amazing every time she sees Nana's smile. .

"Okay." Zhang Yang squeezed Nana's pussy. There was no difference between Nana's action and his. They were just a group of gangsters. Although they were a group of gangsters who were prepared, gangsters would always be gangsters. A gangster will never suddenly become a martial arts master.

"Hehe, you look so angry, when did this place have such a beautiful girl!"

A young gangster who looked like a ringleader emerged from the crowd, his eyes frivolously patrolling Nana's exquisite and convex body.

This group of gangsters were all dressed in black, lean and short, with fierce looks on their faces. Although they spoke not very fluent English, Zhang Yang knew they were Vietnamese at a glance.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but have an evil smile on his lips. It seemed that Brother Qiang had no intention of abiding by any of the conditions of the negotiation.

"Do you know me?" Nana's unprecedented expression was not a cold expression, but a smiling expression. However, there was a heart-stopping murderous intention hidden in that smiling expression.

"You'll get to know him soon..." The little gangster glanced at Zhang Yang, and took a step forward with a proud look on his face, ready to extend his hand.

"stop!"

At this critical moment, a strong male voice sounded.

It was the Siberian tiger. The Siberian tiger came over at some point, holding a sharp Tang sword in his hand. A strong aura overflowed, and his short body was like an iron tower.

The Siberian tiger turned his back to Zhang Yang and Nana, and they smelled a strong smell of alcohol coming from him.

"Siberian tiger, it's none of your business!" The Vietnamese gangster looked at the sharp knife in the hands of the Siberian tiger, seemed to be a little wary, and took a step back and said sternly.

"As long as the matter in this square is my business, go away, men don't want to fight today!" The Siberian tiger raised his long knife and flicked it with his left hand, making a pleasant metallic roar.

"Siberian tiger, you are just a tiger that fell in Pingyang. This is not Northeast China, this is San Francisco. The Big Circle Gang doesn't care about you. Our Vietnamese gang sees you as pitiful and usually lets you go. Don't think that our Vietnamese gang is really afraid of you. , If we really want to kill you, our strong brother can crush you to death with just one little finger..."

"Hahaha..." the Siberian tiger laughed and said: "Brother Qiang is Brother Qiang here, but what does it matter in other places? Lord Tiger is rich. Even though Lord Tiger hangs out here all day long, it doesn't mean that Lord Tiger really I'm in despair. Let me tell you, Mr. Tiger wants money and people. In short, this square will be Mr. Tiger's territory from now on. I don't care about your strong brother Bird Brother. If Mr. Tiger is unhappy, he will come to kill you, brother. Guys, come out and let them see if Lord Tiger is really down and out to the point where he dares to bully just a few gangsters..."

"Brother Tiger!"

"Brother Tiger!"

…

The Siberian tiger roared loudly, and dozens of big men suddenly stood up in the square. These big men gathered around with all kinds of cold weapons unscrupulously. This man was not as lonely as Zhang Yang imagined...

So majestic!

Worthy of being a Siberian tiger!

Seeing Brother Tiger yelling and dozens of people responding, Zhang Yang didn't listen but looked in admiration. It turned out that a skinny camel was bigger than a horse. Brother Tiger was not as down-and-out as Nana said. At least, he The square here has an appeal that no one can match.

"Siberian tiger, don't think that just because you have entangled a group of people here, you can make this Northeast your own and let you be arrogant!" The Vietnamese gangster looked at the weapons that shone coldly under the exposed lamp, and seemed to be a little timid.

"Master Hu, I have always been so arrogant. If Master Hu and I live in a cowardly existence after coming to the United States, I might as well let you Vietnamese gang hack me to death. Master Hu just wants to tell you that we Chinese There are also those who dare to fight and kill. The bosses of the Daquan Gang are now enjoying their glory and wealth. Let Mr. Tiger do these life-threatening things. Come on, didn’t you say that the Vietnamese gang fights without risking their lives? They are fierce and brave. Let Mr. Tiger see it. …”

"Siberian tiger, don't push yourself too far. We have already given you shelter in this square. What else do you want?" The Vietnamese was so excited by the strong fighting spirit of the Siberian tiger that he took a step back.

"Hahaha, is it possible that my Siberian tiger wants a territory and needs your help from Vietnam? It's a joke! Since you are here today, you have made it clear that this is my Siberian tiger's territory, and you Vietnamese are not allowed to enter. It's so simple!" Siberian Tiger said firmly, without any room for change in his tone.

"You..." The Vietnamese gangster had blue veins bulging on his forehead. His face was furious but he didn't dare to do anything. He looked very embarrassed.

Just when the Siberian tiger was in full swing and a group of gangsters from Vietnam could not get off the stage, a short and capable Vietnamese stood out from the crowd and walked up to the Siberian tiger.

"Who are you?" Siberian Tiger frowned. He knew almost all the Vietnamese in this area, but he didn't know this Vietnamese at all. He was very unfamiliar.

"Brother Hu, I have very important things to do today. After today, this square will belong to you, Brother Hu. The Vietnamese gang will never take another step forward!" The short and capable Vietnamese looked indifferent. His expression and speaking speed are very slow, giving people a very mechanical feel.

"Are you doing something very important?" The Siberian Tiger looked back at Zhang Yang and Nana with a puzzled look, and suddenly said with a look of realization: "Are you here to cause trouble for them?"

The Vietnamese stood quietly, neither shaking his head nor admitting. He was originally a killer sent by Brother Qiang. He pretended to make excuses to cause trouble, and mingled with a group of gangsters to find an opportunity to kill Zhang Yang. Who knew that Cheng Yao would kill him halfway? Jin disrupted his plan and brought things to light. Of course, he didn't care at all. No matter how amazing the opponent's marksmanship was, he was not afraid as long as the opponent didn't have a gun. As for this woman with powerful martial arts, he didn't take it to heart at all. He was learning martial arts to kill people, not in the ring. Competition martial arts.

"Are you Chinese?" the Siberian tiger suddenly asked Zhang Yang and Nana in Chinese.

(To be continued)