Chapter 102: Cowardly Lizard Time soon came to evening. Zhang Ailun gave each of the new thugs who had just joined the Beggars' Sect a new set of clothes and shoes, washed their faces, updated their equipment, and had a meal. At least they looked clean and tidy, like human beings. After returning to the camp, he simply said hello to Simone and the others who had returned to the camp, and then drove the pickup truck in a hurry towards the Irish sewer lair. When we arrived at our destination, we saw a bonfire burning in oil barrels from a long distance away. Several European guys with colorful hair and strange clothes gathered in a group, both men and women, smoking leaves, drinking Budweiser, and singing and dancing. "You like dancing so much? Don't stop without our order." Zhang Ailun took a look, put on his DG sunglasses, and put a piece of chewing gum in his mouth. "Guys, get out of the car! It's time to work!!" A group of people got out of the pickup truck and walked towards the crowd aggressively. Many Europeans also noticed the uninvited guests and gathered together, "Hey! What are you doing? Don't you know that this is our territory?" The white man with a Mohawk and tattoos on his face stood up with a bottle of wine, cursing and looking very unhappy.
"Shut up! Be quiet! Listen to our boss!!" Sig didn't show any mercy to them. He directly took out a submachine gun from his tactical chest bag, loaded the bullets into the gun with two clicks, and pointed the black muzzle at them. The group was stunned by their tough attitude. What is this guy's background? Why did you pull out a gun right away? Do you have any moral principles? ! The mice immediately became obedient, turning into cowardly lizards and trying to reason with him, "Gentlemen, we can talk it over. There is no need to get into a conflict!" But how could Zhang Ailun and his group possibly reason with them? I've already pulled out my gun and you want to be reasonable? Then why didn't you behave reasonably when you beat people up and robbed them before? Sig pointed at the Mohawk-haired man who was holding the bottle of wine at a loss, "Put down the bottle! Do you want to try to see which is harder, your bottle or my bullet? Kneel down! Put your hands on your head! " The man with the Mohawk hair felt his scalp tingling. He knelt down obediently, put the bottle on the ground, and raised his hands high. "Ok! I've let it go. Who are you? We are honest scavengers who earn money through hard work. We are good citizens of Los Angeles! We have never provoked any of you gang members! We know the rules!" "Of course you know the rules, but knowing the rules doesn't necessarily mean you will follow them." Zhang Ailun put his hands in his pockets and walked out from behind the crowd. Everyone saw this Asian man who was wearing DG sunglasses and chewing gum late at night to show off. "Excuse me, who are you? How have we offended you?" he said cautiously. "My name is Hamburg Juan King! I'm from Lori Louis 19. I think you have heard of my name. I'm here to resolve a financial dispute." Zhang Ailun spit the gum into the trash can with great manners, pointed at the Mohawk's nose and cursed: "You sons of bitches, you actually dared to come to our territory to smash, loot and burn. Not only did you injure our people, you also smashed my car. Don't you think highly of me?!" "If you really have no eyesight, then just knock your eyeballs off and throw them on the ground. That will at least make a sound!!" The people around him cooperated and took out folding knives, holding baseball bats and watching with eager eyes. The guy with the Mohawk hair was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, shaking like a sieve, sweating profusely, and not daring to breathe. "Isn't Lori Louis 19 the territory of that black cripple?" The other Irish members looked at each other. Did you step in and replace that person? "I heard that an Asian guy has recently joined the team. He has a very bad temper and is good at fighting."
The group of people were at a loss and felt that they had suffered an unexpected disaster. The thing was done by a few individuals, not all of them. The Mohawk was a little upset. He just wanted to take advantage of the chaos to take revenge on Lori and make a fortune, but he didn't expect that he would be stuck even when trying to rob a can. As a homeless person, why don't you just do your job as a homeless person? Instead, you buy guns and bullets like other gangs. What do you want to do? Why don't you just say you are a gangster, switch to selling leaves, cocoa, open strip clubs, bars, game halls, and engage in smuggling business, wouldn't you make more money! ? You rely on your big fists and deadly weapons to snatch jars and treasure chests from us homeless people. You are cheating! You are disrupting the market economy! The Irish members have their grievances to express. At most, we only have baseball bats and fruit knives in our equipment column. The better ones may have scary BB guns, but we dare not take them out in front of others. The other side has brought out the real thing, what's the point of fighting? Isn't this a dimensionality reduction attack? Surrender! As long as I surrender quickly! The opponent will not beat me up! They will only beat up my teammates. "Ok ok! You are the boss! We give up!!" The European guys decisively admitted defeat and called out the boss in their own camp. The Irish leader's head was also buzzing. He just came out with two pretty girls in bikinis to see what was going on. When he saw the situation, he was a little frightened and immediately became unhappy. Why would I rub this little grape? He immediately pushed the young model aside, took out a box of fine tobacco leaves with an apologetic smile, and pulled out a lighter. He also knew some street etiquette, "Mr. Jin, do you smoke?" "I'm the head of the Irish. You can call me Jon. We were indeed wrong in this matter. Don't be angry, we can resolve it peacefully! Who the hell did it?" Jon turned his head and cursed at the crowd, trying to clear himself of suspicion and protect himself, but his tricks didn't work at all. The people present were not fools and could not be fooled by him with just a few words. "Is there a guy called Mad Dog among you? Very famous? Very good at fighting?" Zhang Ailun ignored the Leaf brand cigarette he handed over and asked expressionlessly. He looked around in confusion, "Where is that mad dog?" "Mr. Jin, I'm kneeling on the ground." The mohawk was sweating profusely. "You were so arrogant before!!" Zhang Ailun's face darkened. "I was wrong. Please don't hurt me." The man with the Mohawk looked sad. "Mr. King, if you hit him, you can't hit us. He did everything, and we will compensate you for all your losses!" The Irish leader Jon also turned into a cowardly lizard. He had the guts to do it but was too cowardly to admit it and directly betrayed his good brother. When you're out there in the underworld, brothers are there to sell themselves out. What else can I do? Are you going to let me, the boss, take the blame for you? Sacrifice yourself to save everyone else, why are you so selfish and not make the sacrifice? What a moral kidnapping move!! Zhang Ailun was also shocked by the other party's shamelessness. So this is brotherhood. "Mr. Jin, we will bear all your losses. If you are not satisfied, my two sisters can also go over to accompany you for a few days. They are both famous Eastern Wu models!" Jon had a flattering look on his face and slapped his butt, "Why don't you call someone quickly!!" "Mr. Kim." The two beautiful girls from Eastern Ukraine looked at each other, and then helplessly but discerningly circled around Zhang Ailun. Hit someone with the ball. Who said they were tough? I was about to start a fight. But they were so sincere that they slid down to their knees and kowtowed to you for mercy.
In this case, Zhang Ailun could not continue to beat the other party, and directly put forward a request, "From now on, your territory is ours, and you can no longer occupy the can recycling machine on the street. Go somewhere else to make a living. I don't care where you go, but you are not allowed to return to the Fifth Street District! It's not that the Los Angeles police don't allow it, but I, Juan Jin, don't allow it!! " (End of this chapter)
