When a fellow villager meets a fellow villager, he will not cry.

However, Ma Liu has a natural favor for this fat boss. On the one hand, this fat man is also a Chinese, and on the other hand, it is because Ma Liu is somewhat interested in Mr. Hong Sanxing and Hong, whom the fat man talks about.

So, while Ma Liu was eating, he was paying attention to the movements of the black people. Obviously, something would happen today. However, seeing that the fat old fat man still had a smile on his face, Ma Liu was a little confident. If he hadn't relied on something, why would the boss be so calm when facing a few fierce black people?

Ma Liu naturally knew the boss’s reliance, obviously it was Mr. Hong he mentioned. It seems that Hong Sanxing’s position in this Chinese city is really a bit transcendent.

But things often don't develop as much as expected. I don't know if there was something wrong with the boss' negotiations with a few black people. The black man who tied his hair up and put it behind his head suddenly attacked and threw the fat boss to the ground with one punch, even the table on one side was smashed.

The punch was not light. The fat boss rolled aside, looking in pain, but he was holding on and didn't hum. He said to the long-haired black man in English: "You dare to come to Chinatown to blackmail you, aren't you afraid that Master Hong will deal with you?! I have called Master Hong, and he will bring people soon!"

Several black men were tall. When they heard this, they laughed wildly together, and they were particularly rampant. The long-haired black man in the leader said, "Get some money out quickly and take what you Chinese say. This is called losing money and avoiding disasters, otherwise I will smash your broken store!"

The customers in the store were a little panicked. Many foreign customers quickly stood up and ran out of the store, leaving without even paying the money. Some Chinese customers stood up together and helped the fat boss up. While glaring at the black people, they only saw these black hooligans who were obviously much bigger than themselves. Although no Chinese left, no one jumped out to preside over justice at this time, and they were just delaying time.

But the group of black people seemed unwilling to stay here for a long time. The wrinkled black man shouted, and several black people rushed to the counter behind the boss. Two of the black men with earrings kicked the two dining tables to the ground with both feet, and dropped the bowls all over the floor, making a crisp sound.

Smashed the store.

Really smashed the store!

The fat boss and the waiters were a little shocked, staring at the direction of the door, looking forward to it at first glance, but unfortunately there were many people watching the fun outside, but there was no one they wanted to appear.

A small chef ran out of the kitchen, holding two kitchen knives in his hand, and rushed to the front of the boss. Although he was trembling and shocked, he was extremely excited. He shouted in Chinese: "Who the fuck dares to come over, I will kill him!"

Although several black men couldn't understand what the chef said, they had eyes, so they could tell what the chef meant at a glance.

This is a desperate effort!

Several black men took out a knife from their pockets. One of them played very smoothly. They seemed to play with this thing frequently. A fruit knife was unpredictable in his hands, and it was fancy. He showed a hint of sneer and actually walked towards the little chef.

"Xiong Xiaoer, get back to the kitchen!" Seeing this, the boss quickly shouted to the chef, who was also afraid that the chef would be injured here.

Unfortunately, the waiter Xiong didn't listen at all and was still waving the kitchen knife. In fact, his legs were trembling, showing his panic in his heart.

"Boss, we Chinese cannot let these foreigners bully you! I fought with them today!" Xiong Xiaoer was a bit bloody, but unfortunately his body was indeed not a fight.

Before the boss could speak, the black man rushed over and stabbed Xiong Xiaoer in his hand. He moved a little quickly. It seemed that he had learned boxing!

However, the black man came and went quickly. He was kicked backwards by Xiaohu who suddenly rose up. With a bang, he smashed a dining table and knocked a companion behind the dining table to the ground. The two of them snorted in pain and couldn't get up for a long time. It can be imagined that Xiaohu used some force to use this kick.

When dealing with the Chinese, Xiaohu may leave a little room, after all, they are all tribe members.

But when dealing with these foreigners, Xiaohu is certainly willing to exert force. Anyway, he is in a foreign country. When he meets such black people who dare to bully the Chinese, he naturally cannot teach a lesson. Of course, Xiaohu is not stupid. He will consider Ma Liu's goal of this trip and dare not kill anyone. Otherwise, the purpose of this trip will not be achieved. I guess the two brothers will have to escape back to Shanghai again. He knows that even if he really kills him, Ma Liu will not blame him, but he will not do that, otherwise these two black people would have been killed by him in seconds.

It’s useless to be big because Xiaohu is bigger than them.

It’s useless to have a stout figure because Xiaohu is thicker than them.

It’s useless to be able to fight, because Xiaohu can fight better than them.

Several black people were startled by Xiaohu, but a group of Chinese people cheered and cheered Xiaohu.

The boss's eyes lit up and he actually laughed. Ma Liu walked to him, smoked a cigarette and lit it, and said with a smile: "Boss, don't worry, if we have our brothers here today, nothing will happen."

The boss smiled, gave Ma Liuyi a thumbs up, and praised: "Your brother is so skillful!"

"It seems that he is also using Bajiquan!" Xiong Xiaoer also went to the Bajiquan Hall to practice boxing when he had time. Although he had not yet learned it, he also recognized that Xiaohu's move was indeed a bit like Bajiquan.

Ma Liu nodded and said, "No, it's also Bajiquan."

Seeing that Xiaohu was very good, the black man winked at several of his subordinates. The remaining five people surrounded Xiaohu together. Each of them played with the knife in his hand, with a ferocious expression. It seemed that he wanted to give Xiaohu some cruelty and prepare to bleed.

Xiaohu smiled coldly, suddenly rushed up, his body tilted slightly, and knocked the long hair away with a punch and punched the remaining four black men in a row.

A scream.

Seven fierce black men with great cattle and large horses were all overturned to the ground at this time, and none of them could get up.

The battle was too fast, and almost no one in the store could see the process clearly. It can be said that the battle ended before it even started.

In comparison, if Xiaohu is an adult with a dragon spirit and tiger man, then these black people are equivalent to children's shoes that have not graduated from kindergarten. It is not appropriate to say that tigers enter the flock, because the flock has at least a chance to run away, but these black people don't even have the chance to hide. Even if they are all knocked to the ground now, they themselves have not seen the process of being knocked down. They just feel a flash in front of their eyes, and they feel a sharp pain in their bodies, and then they can't get up.

Xiaohu had this bs and compared the middle fingers to several people on the ground, which immediately attracted another unanimous cheer from everyone.

"Brother, what should I do?" Xiaohu returned to Ma Liu and smiled.

"I don't know either." Ma Liu turned his head and said to the boss: "What do you think you should do?"

Before the boss could speak, the crowd outside the door was separated. A man in his forties walked in, with a dozen young people behind him, each wearing a black vest, and the words "Bajiquan Jiao" were printed on his chest, and the Chinese man was clearly called "Shi".

"Master Hong, you are here!" The boss quickly met and smiled at the man in charge.

Ma Liu was stunned. This is Mr. Hong. He looks old. He is only forty years old and is called Mr. Lao.

Mr. Hong had long hair, about ten centimeters, which was almost the same as the hair that Chinese people in the 1930s and 1940s. He did have the style of a boxer and looked quite powerful. He stared at the several humming hooligans on the ground with a stern face and said, "Who did this?"

The boss quickly pointed at Xiaohu and Ma Liu and whispered to Hong Sanxing a few times. The latter's eyes lit up, and he smiled and nodded with Ma Liu and Xiaohu, and then whispered to the group of apprentices behind him: "Send them to the police station, and get in the car and have some good hospitality."

A dozen apprentices probably often do such things. One - Piao Tian Wenxue - agreed, and then two people formed a group of seven black men on the ground and retreated first. Several friends began to clean up the mess in the store, and the crowd watching the fun at the door slowly dispersed.

He served Xiaohu and Ma Liu again, and invited Hong Sanxing to sit down together. The boss personally accompanied him and introduced him to each other. Then he raised his glass and smiled: "I didn't expect that this kind of thing would happen today. These guys are obviously hooligans coming here. Otherwise, he wouldn't have known Mr. Hong's majesty. Come on, Brother Xiaohu, Brother Six, I'll give you a cup. This is also considered meeting a noble person in a foreign land, haha."

Several people had a drink, and Ma Liu smiled and said, "Boss, are you okay?"

The fat boss patted his chest and smiled, "Xiao Xiaoer and I, and I, often go to Hong's boxing gym to practice boxing when we are fine at night. However, we don't have the talent and have never been able to get started. However, the nigger is too weak. We can bear this punch!"

Knowing that the boss was saving face, Ma Liu didn't even point it out, he raised his glass and smiled at Hong Sanxing: "Come on, Mr. Hong, we are destined to be together. Come on, I'll give you a cup, just to make face for us Chinese here!"

Mr. Hong looked quite generous and said ok, and had a drink with Ma Liu and Xiaohu.

Mr. Hong is now looking at Xiaohu with admiration, but he didn't care much about Ma Liu. He just talked about his own experience and sighed: "I practice Bajiquan twenty years ago. At that time, I met an old man in Tangshan, who had a lame leg. At that time, I was still a gangster and gangster. I knew how to fight every day. Once, I was kidnapped and a group of enemies almost beat me to death. Later, I was rescued by this old man, baji, baji, and my mentor, and taught me Bajiquan, and asked me to practice it well, and then left. I didn't meet him again. I don't know how he is now. Anyway, I have been looking for it for many years but I haven't found it. Later, I went abroad and opened boxing gyms everywhere. Fortunately, I was lucky and hadn't kicked the gym. Even if there were, I had never kicked it successfully. So, I am grateful to my master, come on, let's have another drink!"

After a drink, he saw Ma Liu and Xiaohu looking at each other with confusion and frowning at the same time. Hong Sanxing said strangely: "What's wrong? By the way, Brother Xiaohu, who did you learn Bajiquan from?"
Chapter completed!