Whether it is Jews such as Abraham Cohen, or the Smith brothers, these people are street rats, with sneaky eyes that can flicker in the dark, looking for the scent of similar people and detecting the presence of enemies.
Once the rat swarm grows and spins an airtight web, people like Charles Baker have nowhere to hide.
Abraham Cohen is undoubtedly one of these people with a more flexible mind.
He played a clever trick and used the promise of the dining car provided by Zhao Chuanxin as a temptation, plus Chen Yigeng's famous name to increase the stakes, and called all the city foxes and mice he could contact.
I thought it would be a grand event in the world, but I didn’t expect that it would be easy for the news to leak out.
The news was quickly delivered to Mott Street on the Lower East Side of Manhattan.
Immediately afterwards, the news reached Situ Meitang’s ears.
Situ Meitang searched for the culprit who pretended to be Chen Yigeng for many days.
Unexpectedly, news came to my door today.
Anliang Church was first established in Boston in 1894, and Anliang Main Church was established in New York in 1905.
Anliangtang means weeding out the strong and supporting the weak, eradicating violence and making peace.
By 1907, it had grown to more than 30 cities in the United States, with a massive momentum and more than 20,000 internal members.
An arrow pierced the clouds, thousands of troops came to meet each other
Waving flags and shouting, more than a hundred people gathered and divided into several groups to march towards Brooklyn.
At noon, a Jew who was inquiring about information was caught.
Following the clues, I easily found out about Cotton Nightclub.
At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was waiting for news at the Cotton Nightclub when he saw Big Smith running into the private room in a panic.
"The An Liang Tang from Xie Te Chinatown is here. There are more than a hundred people, looking for you."
This guy is scared
Don't look at them There are five or six of us, but they pale into insignificance compared to the Chinese gangs who have a unified style.
The Smith Brothers had never heard of large-scale actions involving hundreds of people.
He looked at Zhao Chuanxin in panic. To his disappointment, Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved at all. Are there any clues about Charles Baker this morning?”
He still doesn’t know why Anliangtang is looking for him.
But to him, a hundred or ten people might be a trivial matter that could be solved with just one bullet from the God of War 1907, so he didn't take it to heart.
But Big Smith was confused. At this time, he is still thinking about Charles Baker. How big is his heart?
"No" Big Smith was so flustered that he paced back and forth. "Otherwise, we Call the police."
""
Zhao Chuanxin knew that this guy was in a hurry, and he even came up with the bad idea of calling the police.
He had no choice but to stand up and said calmly, "The man who played the saxophone at the Cotton Nightclub last night was very good. At the funerals of these people, you can ask him to play the farewell."
""
This is a pretense, and Big Smith feels that people like him are not on the same level at all.
Zhao Chuanxin threw Marcus Nkrumah a set of fortitude armor specially made for him and put it on himself.
Big Smith scratched his head when he saw it. People have knocked on the door, and you are still changing clothes here
After Zhao Chuanxin was dressed neatly, he patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go, take it with you." You know how to make this troublesome son Anliangtang"
Isaiah, who was working as an errand boy for Zhao Chuanxin, had not spoken just now, but now he also persuaded "Sir, why don't we stay out of the spotlight for now"
He is also afraid.
"Nonsense, can you still call yourself a young man if you avoid the edge? Young people are all arrogant."
"" Big Smith muttered, "I am not young anymore, I am already thirty-five years old." ”
“Stop talking nonsense.” Zhao Chuanxin took the lead and walked out.
Big Smith and Isaiah looked at each other and followed them with stomping feet.
After going downstairs, Zhao Chuanxin was surprised to find that Abraham Cohen, a slippery dog, did not run away, but brought someone back to help.
"Mr. Chen, those people have surrounded us outside, what should we do?" Abraham Cohen asked with a pale face.
When he first received the news, heaven and man were at war in his heart.
Reluctant to part with the pie painted by Zhao Chuanxin, but also afraid of the momentum of Anliangtang.
He discussed it with everyone, and everyone agreed that since they were almost out of food, it was better to risk their lives and follow Zhao Chuanxin for the rest of their lives.
Can you get ahead without risk?
Abraham Cohen was forced to come here.
Zhao Chuanxin gave him a meaningful look, "What should we do? Our dining truck faction will never surrender"
"Dining truck faction"
Everyone was speechless.
This is the least famous name in New York.
But it’s very fitting that everyone was attracted by Zhao Chuanxian’s food truck.
Zhao Chuanxin took the lead and coordinated with the black and white Hanmen to file out.
As expected, hundreds of people had gathered outside.
Many of them were wearing long coats and short coats.
There are two people at the head. The one in front has big ears and a broad face, with obvious cheekbones. They are not tall, but they are very powerful.
The second one looks a bit wretched, wearing a long gown and a top hat.
The two are Situ Meitang and Li Xiling.
Situ Meitang is the general director of the All-American Anliang Church, and is respectfully called "Big Brother" and "Uncle" internally, which is similar to the Italian godfather.
Li Xiling is the head of the New York Main Hall.
Situ Meitang couldn't help but feel surprised when he saw a group of people, including Asians, whites, and blacks, walking out of the nightclub.
Especially, the speaker was obviously that Asian man
He felt even more strange.
At this timeIn New York, there are always clear distinctions between monsters and monsters.
Black is black, white is white, yellow is yellow, and brown should stand aside.
When can these people mix together?
Li Xiling whispered from behind, "Boss, the tall guy in front is probably the one pretending to be Chen Yigeng"
Beside him was a 1.7-meter-slim man, who was very lean and said angrily, "This person impersonated me and almost killed me. The New York Police Department wants me to sit in the electric chair."
Originally, he was in He was detained in the Manhattan Detention Center. Because of what happened, Li Xiling paid a large sum of money to bail him out.
Situ Meitang frowned deeply, "This person's temperament makes me feel very familiar. But I am sure I have never seen him before."
As the three of them talked, they saw each other. The tall young man had already walked over.
Behind him were about forty people.
Anliangtang’s hands were full of swords, guns, sticks and all kinds of weapons.
A fight was about to break out
Situ Meitang heard the tall young man say with a playful smile, "Hey, why are you blocking here? The impact is so bad, it has to be trampled." How many flowers and plants do we have?"
Situ Meitang was stunned
Why is it different from what he thought
He said "you" after careful consideration
Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him, "What are you doing? Don't think you are old. I won't let you pay and I won't blackmail you. You can just take five hundred dollars."
"" Situ Mei Tang was confused.
Li Xiling jumped out, "How dare you put the blame on our people? If you don't give an explanation today, don't even think about walking out of here."
When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he said, oh, it should be There is something wrong with the name "Chen Yigeng".
But for this kind of thing, you must first create a moral high ground.
So Zhao Chuanxin said angrily, "Why are you blaming me? Chen Yigeng is leaving his words here today. No one can even think about spewing blood on others."
After hearing this, the real Chen Yigeng called out to Tianqu. "Boss, listen, he is really impersonating me."
Situ Meitang felt that what happened today was somewhat evil.
Seeing Zhao Chuanxin laughing and cursing, he had experienced many things in his life, but he had never met such a person who made him feel unsure.
So he was neither happy nor sad, and said in a calm tone, "Friend, you don't follow the rules in doing things, but everyone knows that everyone is responsible for doing things, you shouldn't take my brother's name by pretending to be yours"
Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, "I, Chen Yigeng, can punch a sixty-year-old man and kick a seven- or eight-year-old child. If I need to impersonate him, he is worthy."
""
Really Chen Yigeng jumped angrily, "Boss, look, he is ruining my reputation."
Zhao Chuanxin knew it was unreasonable, and the things he did could be punished with dozens of back-and-forth sentences death penalty.
Although there are countless people with the same name in the world, when Edith Roosevelt made up the information for him, she filled in "An Liang Tang".
This is actually irrefutable.
So he waved his hand, "Okay, don't mess around. You can come and go wherever you want. Our food truck gang is not easy to mess with."
It is clear that he is in the wrong, but he still pretends to be generous. The people are the most hateful.
The real Chen Yigeng has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has a bad temper. When he heard this, he was very angry. He didn't wait for orders and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin with a growl.
Zhao Chuanxin was startled by his surprise.
But before he could say anything, Marcus Nkrumah behind him reacted quickly and stepped forward to block Chen Yigeng's fist with his chest.
The impact of this punch on his ability to resist blows was nothing more than drizzle, and with the strength of the armor's force-removing protection, it was even more light and nothing.
He rushed forward and tightly held the real Chen Yigeng with his arms.
He is tall and has long arms. When he hugged the real Chen Yigeng, he squeezed his arms tightly together.
The huge force came, and no matter how hard Chen Yigeng struggled, it was of no avail.
This move stunned everyone.
A two-meter strong man trying to subdue a 1.7-meter-tall man is no different from an adult playing with a child.
Marcus Nkrumah was afraid of nothing except ghosts and devils.
He was loyal to Zhao Chuanxin and obeyed his words
He turned around and asked, "Master, do you want to kill him?"
Last time, Benjamin Godber Ge asked him to kill the thugs sent by Rockefeller.
The stupid guy didn't have any psychological burden on beating people to death. He said it as if he was having dinner with someone.
"Hey, forget it, this guy is ignorant, let's not argue with him." Zhao Chuanxin looked ashamed.
I had already pretended to be someone else, but now I was beating someone to death, which felt a bit regretful.
"Oh." Marcus Nkrumah was obedient and let go of the real Chen Yigeng.
Whether it is Lianjiazi or not is not worth mentioning in the face of the huge tonnage difference.
The real Chen Yigeng jumped back in frustration, only daring to glare at Zhao Chuanxin and Marcus Nkrumah from behind Situ Meitang.
A good group fight suddenly turned into a turn-based fight.
Situ Meitang's face darkened, "It seems that this matter will be difficult to resolve today."
As he said that, he wanted to give orders and attack in groups.
Zhao Chuanxin finally got impatient and said coldly in Chinese, "I want to convince people with my virtue, so don't make me proud."
Situ Meitang was stunned after hearing this. Stunned.
Guanwai accent
The mantra of "conquering people with virtue"
The eight-foot-tall figure in ancient books
The man who laughs and scolds the devil in the world Temperament
Combined with the previous experience of pretending that Chen Yigeng single-handedly killed more than a dozen New York police officers
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