After the interview, Zhou Mubai was preparing to live in an apartment. Zhou Mubai bought a small apartment in Los Angeles as a temporary place to settle down. People who have lived for a long time do not have many requirements for the place to live. As long as it is clean and tidy, sunshine and ventilation are enough. The key is that it is enough to have a place to put down the books he wants to read.

He has to go back to pack up his greetings tonight, and the Lakers have to start going away. This time he will go to Golden State to challenge the Golden State Warriors, which is also his first away game to officially enter the NBA.

The things he packs are simple, and the team will arrange them. He only needs to pack up his personal belongings. The main thing is to bring a few books to read, and the others are clothes and some toiletries when they are leisurely.

When I was almost done, a message came to my phone.

“help    me!”

The sender of the information was Yu Lingyu.

Zhou Mubai called Yu Lingyu's cell phone, but the person who answered the phone was not Yu Lingyu, but a man's voice: "Don't call the police, come to the 18th   street     club."

After saying that, the phone number over there hung up.

Zhou Mubai checked it. The so-called 18th    street                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  �

Murder, extortion, smuggling, drug dealing, and car theft activities, they seem to do everything evil, and the entire organization is quite large. A tabloid reported that they are distributed in 32 states across the country, with about 15,000 members, which is already the largest gangster organization in California.

Zhou Mubai frowned. Why is Yu Lingyu, a little girl, involved in gangsters?

Zhou Mubai put his greetings in a regular manner, changed into looser clothes, walked around the street, and took a casual car on the road, got off the car near the bar 18 blocks away, then avoided the surveillance and touched the bar door.

The night has arrived and the bar has not officially opened, but there are long queues outside the bar door. Most of them are colorful rebellious teenagers wearing tattoos, smoking, dyeing their hair, and some young people even tattoo their faces, and even punch holes in their noses and mouths with all kinds of messy metal.

Zhou Mubai is not surprised. He has seen worse times in the United States. The young people in that era were decadent, hippies, and gentlemen everywhere. In that era, not only young people were decadent, but even those adults could not see hope. Many people were addicted to alcohol.

Zhou Mubai came over and had something to deal with, so he naturally didn't want to line up and walked straight to the front. The decadent young people behind were unhappy, especially the few in the front rows, who wanted to jump into the line and scolded him directly: "f*c! (a word for insulting Chinese) Go to the party behind, otherwise you would be called mom!"

Zhou Mubai was about to talk to the security guard, but when he heard this, he suddenly turned his head and reached out to pinch the chin of the young man who was spitting out fragrance. He pressed and pulled it, and with a click, the decadent young man found that his chin could not move.

"Ah, ah, ah!" the decadent young man widened his eyes, pointed at his chin with a look of horror, and shouted with his friends in horror.

"f***, what did you do?" The companion of the decadent young man, a strong man who also looks more than 1.9 meters tall, is not taller than Zhou Mubai, but his body is as strong as Zhou Mubai.

Zhou Mubai said lazily: "Just let him shut up, don't worry, there is nothing big."

"You f*c!" The strong man probably didn't want to listen to Zhou Mubai's explanation, so he started to scold him, and he reached out and wanted to grab Zhou Mubai's neck.

Zhou Mubai moved forward like lightning, and reached out to press and pull the strong man's chin again, and another 'ah ah ah ah' was added.

"Chinese Kung Fu!" The other partners were frightened and pushed them back and avoided them.

Zhou Mubai didn't bother to pay attention and walked straight to the small door.

In order to keep secret, this kind of nightclub generally does not have a high-sounding gate like China, but a side door is opened on the side of a small street, as if it is a mysterious feeling of doing underground transactions. Not to mention, young Americans still like this feeling.

"Invitation letter!" The security guard with a big beard looked fierce. Although he was not very imposing with his head, his fierce look and his big and round waisted body were barely imposing.

Zhou Mubai said: "You guys are about to come here. Didn't he explain to you?"

The security guard's face suddenly changed and he reached out and touched his back.

Well... want to carry a gun?

Zhou Mubai's face changed and he stepped forward with his right foot, pressed his head between the security guard's feet, and put his right elbow on the strong security guard's stomach. The security guard fell to the ground and curled up into a prawn.

"Enemy attack!" nearby security guards shouted and surrounded them. Some security guards pulled out the steel pipes and rushed over, which immediately attracted the attention of the long queue.

These young people are good things. As long as they don’t hear gunshots, they won’t be afraid, and some people even turn on their phones to record videos.

Zhou Mubai was not afraid of the siege of more than a dozen security guards. Although he did not take the initiative, he directly lost his combat effectiveness. Two minutes later, more than a dozen security guards fell on the ground.

"oh, my   god, this is the real Chinese Kung Fu. God, it turns out that Chinese Kung Fu is really so powerful!"

The decadent young men shouted in their mouths, but the video in their hands did not stop.

Chinese Kung Fu Memories are extremely popular in the United States. Almost every Chinese student will be asked a question: Do Chinese Kung Fu know Chinese Kung Fu?

The bar probably knew about the matter, and a large group of people rushed out.

"Zhou Mubai?" Americans said that Chinese names have always been bad, and they are strange and strange.

Zhou Mubai looked at the person talking, a white young man wearing a fancy T-shirt with skulls and guns printed on it, with colorful hair on his head and skinny face. He looked like an addict, not a good person.

"You asked me?" Zhou Mubai asked.

The white young man smiled and said, "No, my boss is waiting for you inside, please."

Zhou Mubai nodded and walked into the door calmly from a group of gangsters with bad intentions with strange eyes.

A door isolates two worlds. The outside is a normal world, but the inside is a world of bright lights and green wine. The colorful neon flashes are straggling everywhere. The deafening music with a strong sense of rhythm is shocking. There are all kinds of young people dancing in the dance floor.

Standing outside the crowd were many strong men, including blacks and whites, staring at Zhou Mubai with fierce faces.
Chapter completed!