Wang Qiang's face changed slightly, and he glared at Shi Zhongdao sternly: "Boy, who are you? You are Chinese, right? You'd better not care about the affairs of our Chinese district. You're worried about getting into trouble when you go out!".
Shi Zhong came over, stared at Wang Qiang and said word by word: "You are really the scum of the Chinese nation!"
"What did you say?" Wang Qiang's eyes widened, and he picked up a bowl next to him and hit Shi Zhong on the head, causing Wang Ling to scream in surprise, but Shi Zhong had obviously anticipated Wang Qiang's actions, and he didn't need to use his spiritual energy to beat him.
A kick on one side of his body hit his lower abdomen. The huge force knocked him over and he fell to the ground like a shrimp.
"Hit him!" Wang Qiang's face turned purple from the severe pain. He endured the pain and pointed at Shi Zhong and said sternly, wishing he could sue Shi Zhong alive.
When the three men saw that the boss was beaten, they immediately gathered their belongings and surrounded Shi Zhong. This man was okay, but the three adult Shi Zhong with the dick in his hands did not dare to hold him up. The spiritual energy was injected into the Taiyuan point, and he suddenly just
Feeling full of strength, three guys rushed up.
"Be careful!" Wang Ling remembers shouting because he saw Shi Zhong standing there motionless.
The spiritual energy blessing, both in strength and speed, has reached an inhuman level. Shi Zhong doesn't know what the effect will be when all twelve original acupoints are developed and injected into the Taiyuan acupoint, but even if it is a Taiyuan acupoint, Shi Zhong
Zhong never tried to fill it, not because he didn't dare, but because he didn't want to waste it, because there was never a time when Shi Zhong needed to fill the Taiyuan point.
In less than a minute, there were three more felled guys on the ground, screaming in agony.
"You bastard, you can do it. If you have the guts, don't leave, otherwise I will burn down Old Man Wang's shop!" Wang Qiang pointed at Shi Zhong and said inwardly.
A stern look flashed in Shi Zhong's eyes. He had made a mistake. He just beat people. Uncle Wang's business was the fundamental thing. Shi Zhong said coldly: "If you dare to do this, I will destroy you!"
Wang Qiang felt a chill rising from his spine, but Duo Mou's gangster career told him not to show weakness, and said: "Don't leave if you have the guts!" After saying that, he ran out of the door first, and almost fell when he went out. It was obvious that Shi Zhong was
With his pressure, the other three followed suit...
"Papa papa!" There was a burst of applause from all around. These Chinese were also bullied by Wang Qiang, but (-< Shuhai Pavilion >-House's fastest update
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"Mr. Shi, thank you very much, otherwise my old bones would have been left here!" Uncle Wang said gratefully.
Shi Zhong looked apologetic: "Uncle Wang, Wang Qiang and his gang will come again later!"
"It's okay. I'm willing to give it all. At worst, I won't open a restaurant. Let's see what he can do to my old bones. The Chinese District will still be our own Chinese District!" Wang Bo said.
"Are you okay?" Wang Ling asked.
"It's okay!" Shi Zhong said.
"Do you know Chinese martial arts?" Wang Ling said, her eyes sparkling, as if she wanted to explore something. The young man in front of her was not as frivolous as most young people. Although he sometimes said frivolous words, Wang Ling knew that this was not the same as what he said in essence.
Frivolity is different.
Shi Zhong touched his nose and said: "I don't know anything about martial arts. I just have a little brute force, it's nothing!" But he felt a little proud in his heart, because he saw the look of admiration in Wang Ling's eyes.
"What will we do later? Wang Qiang will definitely call more people. Although you are powerful, you can't handle the large number of people!" Wang Ling said with a sad face.
Shi Zhong is not too worried. As long as there are no hot weapons or anything, there is nothing to be afraid of. Even if there is a gun, as long as you are alert in advance, you can block it. However, it is best not to display such shocking skills in front of ordinary people.
As expected, Wang Qiang did not break his promise. After a while, a car parked in front of the hotel, followed by about ten people, mostly yellow and black people, with a few white people. A bloated white man got out of the car, holding his head high.
It seems that these Chinese people are not in his eyes.
"It's Sampras!" Uncle Wang exclaimed in shock. Shi Zhong could even hear the tremor in his voice. He lowered his head and asked Wang Ling, "Who is Sampras?"
There was no reply. Shi Zhong was stunned for a moment. He looked over and saw that Wang Ling's face turned blue, so he reminded her again.
Wang Ling seemed to have just heard Shi Zhong's words, and her voice was trembling: "Sampras is the only white gangster in San Francisco's Chinatown. He is ruthless. I didn't expect that he would come in person today!"
Shi Zhong frowned and looked at the door.
After a while, the bloated Sampras walked in, glanced at the whole place, and said: "Wang Qiang, didn't you say there was a suspicious Chinese? Where is he?"
Wang Qiang was like a grandson at this time. He lowered his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you say that whenever you find a suspicious Chinese stranger hanging around, you will be reported to you? That's him!"
Sampras was overjoyed. The God of Freedom said that the ancient and mysterious China is the biggest enemy in this matter. He should pay close attention to the Chinese area. There has been no news for so many days. He didn't expect anything to happen today.
Gained, his eyes followed what Wang Qiang was pointing at, and his facial expression suddenly condensed.
It turned out to be him? The one who was said to be the same type of person as him by the Great Israel God?
How dare Sampras provoke such a person? He glared at Wang Qiang fiercely, slapped him in the face, and scolded: "Bastard guy, do you want to kill me?" After speaking, he forced a smile at Shi Zhong.
, and then leave.
Yesterday, Da Zi Zai Tian, one of the three main gods of India, said this about Shi Zhong: "The gods are as rich as jade, and they are astonishing and beautiful!" But where did Sampras think of it? Da Zi Zai Tian did not say another sentence:
"If he can get good training, his achievements will definitely be high!" That means that this guy has no fighting ability at all, he just has talent.
Wang Qiang stayed where he was, stunned for a while, what was going on? Why didn't even Mr. Sampras dare to provoke the young man in front of him? Thinking of this, Wang Qiang's face changed, and he was uglier than his dead parents.
After everyone dispersed, Wang Lingji took a breath and said: "Fortunately, nothing happened. Shi Zhong, do you know that Sampras?"
Shi Zhong shook his head and said: "This is my first time coming to the United States, but what I can be sure of is that no one will bother Uncle Wang's shop anymore!" He was also wondering in his heart. This fat man seemed familiar, but he definitely didn't.
know.
Shi Zhong didn't expect that Sampras was the fat man sitting opposite the Indian man last night. Since he had never seen his face, he had no impression of him.
Uncle Wang also looked puzzled, but he was not familiar with Shi Zhong, but he couldn't help but thank Shi Zhong.
After what happened in the Chinese district, Shi Zhong knew that it was not easy for Chinese people to get along abroad!
In the afternoon, Wang Ling took Shi Zhong to several places.
San Francisco is truly a vacation day.
The cultural and historical landscape is pleasing to the eye, the food in the restaurants is surprising, the grand hotels are beyond imagination, and the dramatic performances and sports that Shi Zhong expected to be unique to the United States or the West are all available here.
If you look at San Francisco from the air, the city is as neat as a transistor radio: exquisite Victorian buildings, square parks, beautiful seaside views, beautifully decorated skyscrapers, and brilliant reflective glass.
streetscape, with winding highways stretching toward towering business districts.
In the evening, when he came out of a Western restaurant, Shi Zhong was well fed and drunk. The Western restaurant brought by Wang Ling was really good. He said to Wang Ling: "Wang Ling, otherwise you can live here, don't go back to school."
Got it!"
Wang Ling glanced at Shi Zhong and said nothing. Shi Zhong quickly said: "Don't get me wrong, I have no other kindness!"
Wang Ling burst out laughing: "What misunderstanding did I have? Do you have other ideas?" After saying this, Wang Ling regretted a little. Why did she say such shameless words? Wasn't this talking about Shi?
What does Zhong mean to him?
Shi Zhong touched his nose. After getting along with Wang Ling for a long time, he will find that she is not as quiet as she looks. She just looks a bit quiet and doesn't smile at strangers, but she is actually quite cheerful.
"Take this money!" Shi Zhong handed over a few green US dollars, "This is your reward. How can I exploit the labor force of a beautiful woman? I am from the society.
It’s a righteous country!” Shi Zhong said that society has no righteousness. Of course, it’s a bit ridiculous, but there is one thing Shi Zhong said rightly, that is, Wang Ling is indeed a beauty, with beautiful appearance, and most importantly, her skin
It is very white and very delicate, even more delicate than the average oriental women's skin.
"I can't have this, and you've just treated me to a big dinner!" Wang Ling was right, the Western meal just now cost at least several hundred dollars, and it mainly cost a bottle of red wine.
Wang Ling thought it was only thirty dollars. After all, in China, thirty dollars was close to two hundred, which was considered a very high salary. In normal times, she would not refuse to be a good person, but today her wallet was stolen. If she could
The reward of thirty US dollars can be regarded as an emergency. She planned to accept it shamelessly, but when she saw that it was three hundred US dollars, Wang Ling quickly declined. This is Chinese people. It is just a one-day friendship. It is also friendship, and it is also necessary.
To be honest, the most important thing is that Wang Ling doesn't look like a rich person to Shi Zhong.
"Haha, you think I'm pretending to be an elephant?" Shi Zhong laughed.
"That's what you said!" Wang Ling suddenly approached Shi Zhong and blinked her eyes. She was a little naughty and a bit like an elf. Shi Zhong immediately smelled a faint fragrance of virginity and subconsciously twitched her nose.
Smell it, it smells a bit milky!
"You...Wang Ling obviously noticed Shi Zhong's little move and quickly took a few steps back, a little shy and sorry.
"Well, you'd better keep the money. I've troubled you all day. Do you think it's not worth the money to just read MP3s and be a full-time peach tour guide for a day?" Shi Zhong looked at Wang Ling with a half-smile.
, I thought to myself: This girl is quite pretty when she is shy. She looks very attractive against her skin.
"Take it, it's best to make you bankrupt and sleep on the street!" Wang Ling couldn't bear the stimulation, took the three banknotes and said fiercely, but her heart felt warm. In fact, she also knew that Shi Zhong took care of her.
My self-esteem is changing a way to help myself.
"I believe you are tired after running all day. Do you need me to take you back?" Shi Zhong stopped a taxi and said with a smile.
"Thank you, no need, I'm afraid you can't find your way back!" Wang Ling got into the car and waved her hand.
Watching the taxis merge into the traffic, Shi Zhong looked at the road and walked to the opposite side. He knew that the hotel he was staying in was just two streets away. This was the only gain from shopping today.
Walking alone in the streets of a foreign land, and at night, it felt a bit lonely and desolate. Shi Zhong didn't know why the National Security Bureau people sent him to San Francisco. It was pure nonsense to say that they wanted to avoid the limelight. Of course Shi Zhong didn't
I will believe that, but what is the purpose of national security?
Suddenly, Shi Zhong, whose eyes were distracted, felt a white shadow appear not far away in front of him, which seemed familiar. After recalling it, he remembered that it was the Indian he had met in the coffee shop last night, still wearing a loose white sweatshirt and white loose trousers.
His naturally curly hair was randomly tied into a long braid. Even though he was dressed in white, Shi Zhong knew how cold this man was, and his eyes alone were terrifying.
"Why is he here?" Shi Zhong refused to come into contact with this kind of person in his heart, but he had the curiosity that all animals should have. Otherwise, why is it said that curiosity killed the cat?
Even cats are so curious, let alone people!
At this time, the body of the Indian in white disappeared into an alley in front of him. Shi Zhong thought for a moment and followed him. He felt that the Indian in white was very mysterious. In his heart, with his own strength, he was enough to deal with everything that came from him.
