The white boy also woke up from his coma. At this time, he had already felt his situation. This yellow man was too powerful.
However, this gangster leader on the streets of New Delhi, as the gangster leader of the entire district, how could Maxon compromise so easily? Then he spit out the tobacco impurities that flowed to his mouth and cursed loudly: "
Yellow pig, you'd better let me go, I can still let you live, otherwise, I will let you taste my power."
"Pah!" A sharp sound sounded. Ren Xiaoyao didn't hold back any hand, and slapped the white man with great force.
At the same time, he smiled and said: "Hey, man, you are really unwise. Don't you know that you should be more modest and polite? God, look at your poor people, you stupid white dog,
You will pay a heavy price for your recklessness."
After saying that, several consecutive slaps fell on the white boy's face like raindrops again. After Ren Xiaoyao finished venting, he realized that because of his too much strength, all the white boy's teeth had fallen out.
On the ground, at the same time, the whole person was breathing out more and taking in less air.
After waiting for a few more minutes, Ren Xiaoyao looked at the white man in front of him whose body was gradually getting colder, and then drew a cross gesture on his chest. At the same time, he muttered: "Oh
, God, forgive my impulsiveness, this is not my fault, he is so hateful."
After saying that, Ren Xiaoyao tidied his clothes, cleaned the blood on his palms, and then walked out.
Just when Ren Xiaoyao walked to the door of the car factory, several people also walked over from the opposite side. Ren Xiaoyao stood here calmly, "Damn it, this place is so remote, it's hard to even wait for a taxi.
." Ren Xiaoyao cursed to himself.
Just three minutes after a few hooligans walked into the car scrapyard, a loud shout suddenly came from inside. Just at this time, a dilapidated taxi had already driven over. Ren Xiaoyao smiled and said, hum.
Trying to find yourself in New Delhi is simply a fool's errand. Then I got in the car and drove away.
When the hooligans chased them out, all they saw was the tail of the taxi and they smelled only the pungent exhaust fumes.
The three hooligans looked at the car's exhaust and stamped their feet. At the same time, a boy in the middle, led by a boy wearing tattered jeans, with curly hair and jeans called beggar's hole pants, looked like a gangster.
Rock and roll man.
"The appearance of the man just now was too profound. He was definitely not a European. He had a very obvious oriental face. Could it be that he was a killer hired by his enemies? How could a person wander around in the world without getting stabbed? There are not many people who are involved in the underworld.
The enemy is not a charity."
Thinking of this, the little cowboy pondered for a moment and said: "Ida, please notify the elder brother immediately. Srilan and I will summon the younger brothers to investigate the last whereabouts of the taxi. Even Maxon dares to kill my brother. I will definitely
To avenge you, I will use his head to put under your butt to accompany you."
In the famous red light district of New Delhi, this is a base of the Mafia.
However, as the capital of India and the political center of the entire India, the life of the Mafia is not so comfortable. Therefore, as the eldest brother of the New Delhi District of the Mafia, Masdai feels the most annoyed.
The recruitment situation of the underlings is not ideal. Under the severe crackdown by the government, the gangsters are not willing to be arrested by the New Delhi Police Department just after joining the mafia.
At this time, Masdayi was holding a Ukrainian girl and drinking wine.
Palm Ping was already disobedient and walked around the girl's body, and his mouth was more like an out-of-control dog, gnawing everywhere on the girl's face, neck, body and hands.
Just when Masdayi was about to take further action, his furry claws like an orangutan were about to extend a little further inside.
Suddenly there was a fierce knock on the door from outside, and the box door had been pushed open.
It turned out to be his most proud subordinate, Maxon's younger brother, panting at the door.
The Ukrainian beauty next to her had already sat up straight. Alas, this is what little girls are like, they are so thin-skinned that they don’t want to see strangers.
However, it is precisely this that makes Masdayi find it interesting. He has seen too many women who automatically open their thighs and wait for him. It is like eating. If you are used to eating greasy food, you would like to change it to some vegetarian dishes.
Masdai frowned and scolded Ida: "Hey, man, why are you so rude? You fucking Indians don't even understand what Shinshi style is. Listen, you have to knock
Do you know the door? Come on, come on, go out and knock on the door again. Remember, you must maintain a gentlemanly manner. Gentleman, do you understand? Oh my god, I really don’t understand how Maxson has a little brother like you, but...
No wonder, he has always liked to be alone."
Ida looked at Boss Masdayi and didn't look like he was joking. He immediately walked to the door and knocked on the door again: "Sir, can I come in?"
When Masdai's voice came from inside, Idoda walked in and answered: "Brother, my boss was killed by a hired killer."
When Masdayi heard the news that Maxon had been killed, he stood up. His originally high-spirited mood immediately shrank, and at the same time he cursed loudly: "You bastard, why didn't you tell me earlier? When you first came in, you
It should be said."
Ida was just a younger brother, so naturally he didn't dare to have any dissatisfaction, but he still murmured a few words to vent his dissatisfaction. Didn't you tell me to keep a gentleman's demeanor?
Masdayi pondered for a while. Although this matter was a big blow to him, Masdayi did not get to this position through nepotism. Naturally, he has extraordinary abilities.
Then he looked at Ida and said: "Ida, how do you know he is the killer? Are there any clues? How did Maxon's enemies react at this time?"
Before Idoda could finish telling the whole story, Masdayi had already told Idoda: "Let's go, take me to find the taxi driver."
In New Delhi, although the mafia has restrained itself, it is still very easy to find a taxi driver. Such a trivial matter does not even require Masdai to come forward personally, because after Masdai arrived at the place where Maxon died,
Then I saw the little cowboy had walked in with a middle-aged man with a beard.