"The last one to play is a Japanese 。。。。。。" Zhou Dapeng couldn't help but answer a little embarrassed when he saw Liu Lang asking. Seeing Liu Lang's brows furrowed, he hurriedly explained for the Hongyun Boxing Gym with a mask in his uncle's hall: "Originally, after reading the newspapers in the past few days, several Chinese gangs in San Francisco wanted to do something for China, and the Japanese would never enter Chinatown, but the Japanese swordsman who was going to appear last was invited from Japan at the entrance of the front hall in January. We Chinese have the heaviest promises, so it's not good to break the promise, so we can only let him continue to play, and those noisy Japanese are the companions of the Japanese swordsman. ”

Zhou Dapeng actually had a mind that he didn't say directly, even if the Chinese villagers didn't make trouble with those Japanese, he was ready to trouble them.

Liu Lang had no idea how much the photo and the story of the Battle of the Great Wall of China, which had been published in Time magazine, had caused a great response in the Chinese community in San Francisco. The small number of Japanese people did not dare to go out at night, and once they were touched by a large number of Chinese, it would definitely be a blow to the hammer.

As for the police, hehe, no matter which time and country they are, the police are the last creatures to arrive at the scene.

The most famous gathering place for Chinese ---- Chinatown, and there is no trace of any Japanese ancestry.

The reason why Zhou Dapeng came to be this temporary waiter was to open his eyes on the one hand, and on the other hand, to serve as a front station for a group of friends. Yes, when I overheard my uncle say that a group of Japanese came to the boxing gym, the hot-blooded young man Zhou Dapeng invited a group of Chinese friends who were also enthusiastic to come and knock on the sticks of these Japanese.

Of course, the premise must be that the Japanese swordsman who came to participate in the unlimited fighting match was beaten. Zhou Dapeng is not stupid, he knows that although he has a large number of people, he is a master. However, it is still possible to beat the water dogs.

In the alley outside the boxing gym, Zhou Dapeng's group of friends were all prepared with bricks and sacks, just waiting for the signal of Zhou Dapeng, who was observing the situation in the field.

Looking at it now, the Russian warriors are too fierce, and the Japanese swordsmen will definitely be blasted to the rhythm of the hammer, otherwise Zhou Dapeng would not be so confident that he could help the fat fellow out of this evil breath.

"Oh? I see. Since there are still little devils on the scene, then I can't go, I must see the scene of the little devils being beaten. Liu Lang couldn't help but have a trace of anger on his face.

Liu Lang is not a rookie like Zhou Dapeng. According to this order of appearance, the fighters who came out were stronger than the other, and the Japanese swordsman who could appear in the final finale was definitely a master, at least not inferior to the master of the Russian fighters, otherwise, the famous Chinese gang would not have hired him to travel across the ocean to the United States, thousands of miles away.

In the all-out war in time and space, not only the soldiers of the two countries fought each other, but the Black Dragon Society, a semi-non-governmental organization in the island country, also participated with all its might, whether it was northern China, or southern China, the Central Plains and even the southern battlefield, those so-called swordsmen and ninjas did not participate less, and the Chinese who died under their swords did not know how many.

Now, a so-called Japanese master has come here, and it is also a good journey to come to the United States to make money and kill the little devils by the way, Liu Lang has a murderous opportunity in his eyes.

"That's right! Chinese Liu, I know that you hate the Japanese very much, so I took you to see how to beat the Japanese in the ring, you see, the Russian fighters are so powerful, why don't we throw another hand and earn back the money we lost before? The American cousin, who was a little disappointed, saw that Liu Lang suddenly didn't leave again, and immediately smiled and pouted "sincerely" again.

It has to be sincere! In fact, the front is all trivial, and the real pit will only come out at this time! He had already gotten information from Sanseiyama, and the Japanese swordsman was the best player in these games. As for the Russian prisoner of war, a master who wants to leave, no matter how good his skills are, what is the use? It can even be said that the first few fighting matches were all for this last game as a foreshadowing, and the stronger Nicholas Caesar, the more people bet on him in the last game.

Of course, in order to obtain this information, the American cousin not only paid 100,000 US dollars, but also agreed that he would not bet. Of course, if the friends he brought with him lose enough, he can also get a 40% commission.

As for whether he will be afraid of his American cousin's cheating or backlash, the No. 1 Chinese gang in the United States has really never been afraid of anyone, even if he is the heir of the Ross family, and the American cousin knows this very well.

Although he knows that it is unwise to provoke a Chinese gang, his American cousin, who has been blinded by jealousy, has now ignored it. Liu Lang only lost 300,000 US dollars, which was not enough for him to take a bad breath.

"There's no hurry." Liu Lang sat down again, and said confidently: "The five million American knives I brought today will definitely make Hongyun Boxing lose and take off his pants." ”

"5 Million US Dollar 。。。。。。" Zhou Dapeng's little heart almost didn't burst.

He really wanted to say: My brother, can we not blow it? With $5,000,000 in cash, you'll have to tow it in a car!

However, including his American cousin, everyone around Liu Lang looked like a matter of course, which made Zhou Dapeng feel extremely funny, these people all ran out of the psychiatric hospital!

Thinking that he had chatted with a few neuropaths for a long time, Zhou Dapeng was a little broken.

"The people of China, five million US dollars? Have you emptied your treasury? An extremely strange tone with a thick disdain came from a few meters away.

"Little devil on dog days, if Lao Tzu had it, would you go eat shit?" Fan Dashao had such a violent temper, stood up and directly squirted at a few Japanese who he had long wanted to beat.

"Baga, are the people of China so uneducated?" A Japanese man wearing a plaid suit with a robe leg yelled at Liu Lang and the others with a red face.

"You can be educated with people, but you think it's necessary for animals?" Fan Dashao sneered.

"Yaga, Yaga." Luo Quannan scolded angrily.

In this era, the Chinese, who had experienced more than a dozen years of war at home, lagged behind Japan in terms of industry and economy, but in terms of scolding, ten Japanese were not worth one Chinese. They are so poor in terms of swearing.

"Come on, little devil, this is a casino anyway, do you want us to gamble first, and if we have, what will you do?" Liu Lang smiled coldly.

"I'm not called a little devil, my name is Ichiro Kameda."

"Then the little turtle, the little turtle, don't talk nonsense, do you dare to bet?"

The onlookers who were attracted by the noise of several people laughed. The waiters faithfully acted as interpreters.

Luo Quannan's face suddenly turned purple.

"Yaga, if you don't, you all kneel down and apologize to our people of the Japanese Empire." Kameda Ichiro is really about to be mad by that poisonous tongue Chinese fat man.

"What if there is?"

"We apologize to you."

"We don't need an apology from the dog, but the dog can have money." Liu Lang shook his head and refused.

"What do you want?"

"500,000 US dollars, plus one arm for each of you, if we can't get it, under the same conditions, you and I are four people, and no one will suffer." Liu Lang said coldly.

Zhou Dapeng。。。。。。

He was finally sure that it was really a bunch of gods。。。。。。。。。。。。。。 Pass through.

Especially this fat fellow, he is a god in his nerves.