"You stand casually and show an attentive posture. When you look at the words, your arms hang down naturally. Your shoulders are level without any ordinary people's habitual hunching or tilting. Your jaw is retracted, so that your face looks from top to bottom.

Show a flat surface, especially your waist is always straight. All these natural behavioral characteristics express your identity as a soldier."

"Also, your cheeks are thin and dark, and your eyes are bright and resolute, but wearing a suit gives people a nondescript feeling. Especially the root of your thumb in the palm of your hand and the tip of the index finger of your right hand are full of calluses, which are caused by long-term grip.

The gun can only be found by touching it, and the last one is where your left hand is now. If I guessed correctly, there should be a saber there."

The middle-aged man described all the behavioral characteristics of Zhao Ziyang with a smile on his face.

"There is a scar on your cheek. The scar is triangular in shape and dark purple in color. It should be an old wound from many years ago." Zhao Ziyang continued calmly: "That is the wound left by the three-edged thorn. Your eyes are full of

There is an aura of killing that can only be left behind after experiencing the battlefield, and there is a kind of bloodthirst that can only come from crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. If I guess correctly, you are also a soldier and have experienced a cruel battle. According to you

Judging from his age, the battle should have been a self-defense counterattack."

The middle-aged man stared at Zhao Ziyang for a long time, then raised his head and laughed loudly, and stretched out his thick hands towards him.

"Zhao Zhengrong!"

"Zhao Ziyang!"

The two hands were held tightly together.

"Long March!" Zhao Zhengrong shouted at his son at the top of his lungs: "Tell the back hall to get me some really good dishes. I met my family!"

"Okay!" Zhao Changzheng turned his head and smiled at Zhao Ziyang, and ran into the back hall.

"No need to say anything else. This is my brother's treat." Zhao Zhengrong patted his chest and said to Zhao Ziyang: "You are the first brother I met in this hellish place. Our last name is Zhao, so that's even more important.

Kissed, hahaha..."

The heroism of a soldier like Zhao Zhengrong is clearly evident, and it can be seen that he was once a fierce general on the battlefield.

"Okay!" Zhao Ziyang smiled and shook Zhao Zhengrong's hand firmly without any pretense.

At this moment, several young British guys with hair dyed red and green came into the restaurant and walked to a table and sat down.

"Brother, sit down for now. I'll go greet the guests." Zhao Zhengrong threw down half a box of Hongtashan cigarettes and said to Zhao Ziyang. Then he smiled at Angel and Linghu, and walked over to greet the British young men who had just come in.

Hongtashan, this cigarette is not available in the UK.

Zhao Ziyang lit up a cigarette and started smoking, savoring the taste of his motherland.

"Special Forces, do you have friends here?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang curiously, grabbed the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking in a decent manner.

With a swish sound, Zhao Ziyang took the cigarette out of Linghu's mouth.

"It's not good for women to smoke."

Who would have thought that as soon as these words came out, Angel also took out a cigarette and started smoking. Her posture was much more sophisticated than Linghu's, and she looked like a serious woman who knew how to smoke.

"Who said it's not good for women to smoke?" An Qier gracefully held the cigarette in her right hand and took a puff. She exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Zhao Ziyang, "I like cigarettes."

Zhao Ziyang didn't have any other moves against An Qier, so he just let An Qier take advantage of her.

But after a while, he saw Angel's face was like a piece of ice. She firmly pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and stared at him with her jewel-like blue eyes.

Inexplicably, this was how Zhao Ziyang felt. He didn't know where he had offended An Qier.

There was a burst of noise, and some British young men who had just come in shouted loudly, and one of them slammed his tea cup on the ground.

There is no need to speculate too much. These young people with green hair are here to cause trouble and collect protection money. This kind of thing is not uncommon abroad and is commonplace in China.

Every region has its dark side, and you cannot eliminate the existence of gang-related organizations in a region. Protection fees are equivalent to an alternative form of taxation, which is just a tax paid to private individuals.

The dark side has the order of the dark side. It is like a cancer that cannot be eliminated. It can only be controlled and maintained. While attacking them, they can keep their power in a balanced state under control. If such a dark side can be completely eliminated, then

The people are truly in dire straits.

Remember, the darkest thing is never the gang-related organizations, but the huge national law enforcement system.

Zhao Zhengrong smiled at the British boys and kept saying nice things. However, a few young-looking guys ignored him at all. One of them even showed Zhao Zhengrong a fruit knife and clothes.

A fierce look.

Zhao Ziyang found it funny. In Zhao Zhengrong's eyes, this fruit knife was just like a child's toy, without any threat.

But what surprised him was that Zhao Zhengrong actually took out a few banknotes with a smile on his face and handed them to several young people respectfully.

Amidst the curses, several young men turned around and walked out, grabbed a bottle of red wine from the bar and walked away.

After solving the problem of collecting protection fees, Zhao Zhengrong walked towards Zhao Ziyang and the others as if nothing had happened, sat on a stool, lit a cigarette and smiled.

"It's okay, this kind of thing is normal here." Zhao Zhengrong looked nonchalant.

Of course he could see what Zhao Ziyang was thinking from his eyes, but this was out of necessity. Many things in the British legal society were different from those in China.

"The gangsters charge some protection fees. If a fight breaks out in the store, it will be difficult to deal with." Zhao Zhengrong exhaled a puff of smoke and continued: "If a fight breaks out in your restaurant, the police will immediately intervene and will

Assist the relevant departments to order the hotel to close down. The reason is that there were fights in your hotel, which means that your hotel will make guests feel unsafe."

"Then you are willing to do this?" Zhao Ziyang asked.

"This is just a small amount of money." Zhao Zhengrong said to Zhao Ziyang calmly: "The wool comes from the sheep. What I sell to the foreign devils is fake Chinese food, which is expensive."

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed when he heard this. He thought Zhao Zhengrong was really interesting.

"I'm not a foreign devil, I'm a Swede." Linghu blinked his eyes to distinguish Zhao Zhengrong, and said carefully: "You have to give us real Chinese food, because I am not a foreign devil."

This sentence amused Zhao Zhengrong. He kicked Zhao Ziyang with his foot under the table, his eyes glowed with ambiguity, and he used the cover of his body to give him a thumbs up: "Bring glory to the country!"

Mapo tofu, bacon bamboo shoots, pickled pepper chicken feet, bangbang chicken, pickled fish.

Several authentic Sichuan dishes were placed in front of Zhao Ziyang and the three of them. The aroma was so fragrant that it made people's mouth water.

"Is this delicious?" Linghuman grabbed the chopsticks with his hands and turned to Zhao Ziyang while holding back his saliva. "How are these two wooden sticks used? Are they inserted? Isn't there a spoon?"

"To eat Chinese food, you must use these two wooden sticks to hold it. Only in this way can you taste the taste of Chinese food." Angel skillfully stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of tofu, chewed it slowly in his mouth, smiled at Linghu and said:

“It tastes really good.”

Linghu, who knew the taste was good just by smelling it, stretched out his chopsticks and inserted it into the tofu. Unfortunately, the tofu was so soft that he couldn't lift it up no matter how hard he inserted it. The chopsticks turned into two wooden sticks in Linghu's hands, which were useless.

It seems like she can't pick up other dishes with chopsticks, but she can't pick them up.

"I, I..." Linghu looked pitifully at Zhao Ziyang and An Qier, who were eating delicious food, and stared at the pickled pepper chicken feet.

No need to clamp this, just chew it with your hands!

Linghu threw away the chopsticks, reached out and pinched a chicken foot, put it in her mouth and started to gnaw. As she gnawed, her face turned red, and her bright red mouth hissed, sucking in the cold air, and kept using one hand.

Fan.

"Isn't it spicy? How about I buy you a hamburger?" Angel smiled again and deliberately asked Linghu while holding delicious dishes.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere. The stern Angel laughed twice, with a murderous look.

"It's delicious!" Linghu kept a plate of pickled pepper and chicken feet in front of her with dazzling eyes. She breathed hotly and gnawed frantically as if others were trying to snatch her away, and from time to time she stretched out her pink tender fingers.

The tender tongue licked the lips, sucking the taste left on the lips.

As she ate, Linghu was no longer satisfied with the chicken feet. She stretched out her hand to grab the Bangbang Chicken without any image, her eyes shining brightly again.

"Oh, it's so spicy, hiss... Special Forces, your Chinese food is delicious, but why is it all bones and no meat?" Linghu asked Zhao Ziyang while his hands were full of soup, licking his fingers.

"Chinese food is all about color and flavor. If it's just to fill your stomach, it's better to eat a hamburger." Zhao Ziyang explained to Angel, pointing to a pile of chicken bones in front of her and said to her: "Look, this is called Pickled Pepper Phoenix.

Claw, isn’t it very delicious, but it doesn’t have much meat.”

"Yeah! Yeah!" Linghu nodded heavily, turned his head and shouted loudly: "I also want the phoenix feet, hurry up! It's best to bring the phoenix legs and wings, it's so delicious!"

I have never seen this kind of chicken claw fox before. The chickens they eat there are not this kind of chicken. They mostly eat turkeys, the kind of turkeys that can grow to weigh dozens of kilograms. Zhao Ziyang said they are chicken feet.

, she really thought they were the claws of a phoenix. Aren’t there dragons and phoenixes in China?

After the meal, Zhao Ziyang didn't eat much. Angel and Linghu swept away the dishes on the table, holding their stomachs and groaning.

According to Angel, such an authentic Chinese meal is not available at their home. If you want to eat it, you need to make a reservation with a Chinese chef, but even if you find a Chinese chef to cook it, it will not taste as good as this one, and it is also expensive and not suitable for ordinary families.

There is no way to bear it.

After dinner, Zhao Ziyang asked Zhao Zhengrong about the surrounding hotels, and went to the hotel with Angel and Linghu to book three rooms, planning to stay one night and then return to Africa.

The hotel environment is very good, not far from Zhao Zhengrong's hotel. Zhao Ziyang, who had nothing to do, simply strolled around and chatted in Zhao Zhengrong's hotel. He felt uncomfortable after not speaking Mandarin for so long.

There were basically no customers in the hotel in the afternoon. Zhao Zhengrong, who had been chatting with Zhao Ziyang for a long time, had something to do and went out. Zhao Ziyang took his son Zhao Changzheng to continue chatting.

We were just chatting about things when we came to the door. The door of the hotel was pushed open and a few Chinese people holding cigarette oil in their mouths walked in.

"Hey, the young master's family is here, haha..." The leader was wearing a tight black T-shirt, showing his strong muscles, and there was a dragon tattooed on his arm.

"Damn it!" Zhao Changzheng cursed fiercely and stared at this guy.

"It's okay to scold me. Just hand over this month's money and scold me how you want." The leader looked at Zhao Changzheng and Zhao Ziyang with a smile, sitting casually on a chair and tapping his feet on the table.

Seeing the appearance of this Chinese man, Zhao Ziyang frowned and felt a sense of disgust in his eyes.

There are local underworlds in Chinatowns abroad, but the most powerful ones are still Chinese underworlds. The most famous of them are the Daquan Gang, Qinggang, etc. The fundamental reason for their survival is to distribute the money of their compatriots in Chinatown, and their methods are better than those of the Chinese.

Foreigners are even more cruel.

"No money!" Zhao Changzheng had a fierce look on his face, completely different from his father.

Young people naturally have young people's fiery tempers, and Zhao Changzheng is definitely the passionate type.

Suddenly, a table was overturned by another Chinese, and the bowls and chopsticks fell to the floor with a crash.

Immediately afterwards, a baseball bat appeared in the hands of the Chinese man behind him. He picked up the baseball bat and smashed the fish tank at the door with a strong blow.

With a "crash", the fish tank shattered, and the Feng Shui fish specially kept inside lost oxygen and jumped vigorously on the ground. The glass was scattered on the ground, and a puddle of water fell on the ground, which looked extremely messy.

"I'm going to fuck your mother!" Zhao Changzheng was furious, picked up a chair and threw himself at the Chinese man holding a baseball bat.

His fiery temper is clearly evident, and this boy is someone who will never tolerate a grain of sand in his eyes.

In a "bang" life, the Chinese man holding a baseball bat knocked the chair out of Zhao Changzheng's hand with a stick, and reached out to pinch Zhao Changzheng's neck with his left hand.

This Chinese man was tall, tall, and physically strong, and it was simply not something that the 17 or 18-year-old Zhao Changzheng could handle.

"Don't pay? Okay!" The leading tattooed Chinese man showed a helpless smile, and then said cruelly: "If you don't have money, you need a leg!"

Threats are always the favorite method of underworld organizations, and they are well aware of human weaknesses.

"You bastards, you'd better beat me to death. As long as you don't beat me to death, I will kill you all!" Zhao Changzheng, who was strangled by the neck, showed no fear at all. He gritted his teeth and yelled loudly.

"Break one of his legs." came the cold voice of the leading Chinese.

The Chinese who was holding Zhao Changzheng's neck picked up a baseball bat with one hand and hit Zhao Changzheng's calf with a hard blow. The sound of breaking wind was howling, and Zhao Changzheng's leg was bound to be broken by this stick.

Suddenly, the Chinese man's wrist was pinched by a big hand. An iron-like pain shot through his wrist, forcing him to let go and drop the baseball bat.
Chapter completed!