Long Ao Marvel

"Damn, these days have been a mess, and I haven't had time to calm down and make good sense of my thoughts. Hey, Lao Liu, what do you think about what happened that night?"

"What happened to you?"

"...One day, the day of the earthquake! I can't figure out where so many experts come from? How can a little girl just come to you and rub us on the ground and rub us."

"Haha, it's you who are pressed to the ground to rub against you, I don't have it!"

"Tsk, come on, I see your face turned green at that time~"

Liu Zheng did not refute anymore, but just smiled, turned around and looked out the car window without saying a word.

Seeing his absent-minded look, Luo Zhijian touched him with his elbow and continued to ask: "The little girl is obviously a Chinese. Do you think she is a member of the 'Three-way Association'?"

"How is it possible that the Triad will know who we are?"

"Then I can't figure it out. Who could it be? It can't be the Shouhe Association..." Luo Zhijian leaned on the chair and complained, "There is no reason, why are we rushing back to China?"

Liu Zheng continued to remain silent.

The origin of the girl is quite mysterious, but her "The Crane of the Dragon" is a fake, which is Mrs. Gao's unique martial arts... And that day Liu Zheng was in the teahouse, Mrs. Gao clearly stated that she asked them to go back to their country quickly.

The muddy waters of New York have always been implementing this intention.

Liu Zheng could feel that no matter whether it was Mrs. Gao or a girl, she had no malice towards him. So why did they all want to force themselves to leave New York? What big thing is going to happen in New York that makes them so nervous?

Liu Zheng was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt that the air in the car was a little strange. Luo Zhijian, such a long-winded guy, didn't speak anymore. When he turned around, he saw Luo Zhijian's eyes glancing at him.

"I said to Lao Liu, why are you weird lately? You are in a daze when you are not careful and often sneak out alone. What are you busy with every day?"

"Nothing."

Did he find something? Liu Zheng pressed down his beating heart and answered calmly.

"No?" Luo Zhijian curled his lips, stopped exploring it, and asked instead, "What do you think about the little girl? Do you really plan to return to China?"

Liu Zheng was silent for a while, and still shook his head firmly and said, "I won't go back. This time we came out to help Danny eliminate the joining party. Now we are going back in shame. What do Danny think? What do Old Fu think? The two of us

Everyone is still in Qiantang or not.”

He definitely can't go back when he goes back. Not to mention that he came out this time to help Danny, he couldn't just leave. He also wanted to give himself an explanation. No matter what his life experience is, the identity of the Dragonborn is

It won't change. The secret of the hand-to-hand association has not been discovered, and the mysterious veil of Kunlun has not been revealed. Every time Liu Zheng wants to give up, a thought will arise in his heart. If he just pats his butt and walks away,

All of this will be permanently closed behind him, and he will never have the chance to learn the true facts from now on.

What's more, Kunlun has another helper, so he has no reason to leave at this time.

But if I decide to stay, I will only let Mrs. Gao down on her kindness.

"Whatever you do, I came out with you anyway, and I won't stay here if you go back..."

"I see!!"

Luo Zhijian suddenly screamed and slapped his thigh hard, which scared the thoughtful Liu Zheng.

"You must have been together with some girl! Damn, you and Danny, you are all too unauthentic! I'm really careless about making friends. I just broke up with my girlfriend and I have to eat your dog food every day.

!Damn, New York, what a sad city, I want to go home, I want to go back to the embrace of my motherland, I want to hug the beautiful schoolgirls~~~~”

What kind of immortal thinking is this? The jumping range is too large!

Liu Zheng: "...get out!"

The two young men were chasing their bodies and time passed quickly, and they arrived at their destination in a short while.

The car stopped steadily on the side of the road, and the driver opened the door for the two of them.

The latest Lincoln Navigator specially bought for convenience of travel, plus full-time drivers, are all handled by Danny Rand. It would be nice to have a rich friend.

The two got out of the car. They were just fighting and didn't pay attention to the scenery outside the window. When they looked at it again, it turned out to be a completely different scenery.

On both sides of the road are traditional buildings built in China. Under the wooden eaves are strings of lit red lanterns, swaying slightly in the wind, sprinkling soft red lights. The shops along the street are all written in Chinese.

Most of the pedestrians are Chinese people's faces. The shouts and noise in the restaurant make the place full of urban aura. This feeling makes Liu Zheng feel familiar and unfamiliar, as if suddenly

Traveled back to a city in China.

Of course he did not travel through time. This is their destination. It is located on the Chinese food street between Hell's Kitchen and Chelsea District, not far from 34th Street. Because the people who do business and live here are basically Chinese, the residents nearby are all

I am used to reading Chinese signs, and according to the habits of Chinese people, I call this street "Golden Sand Beach Street".

But outsiders don’t know that this is actually a branch of the “Three Reunions”, and the restaurants and shops on the street are all gangster businesses.

What they are going to is a Chinese restaurant called "Golden Beach Restaurant", which is also one of the landmarks of Jinsha Beach Street.

Liu Zheng and Luo Zhijian walked along the spacious wooden stairs to the second floor. It was already past dinner time. There was no table of guests in the restaurant. The beautiful foreman who was settled in the service desk saw someone coming up and hurriedly greeted him.

The man bowed and said politely in English: "I'm sorry we're closed, so we don't make midnight snacks here."

Seeing that the foreman was dark hair and black eyes and was wearing a cheongsam, Liu Zheng said in Chinese: "We are Chinese."

"Oh, then two distinguished guests, do you have anything to help?" The foreman also changed to Chinese, but she was still very surprised. It seemed that these two people were not here to have a meal.

"We want to chat with the head of Yang's company for a while. Please give me some convenience. Is it OK?"

The female foreman's eyes and temperament immediately changed. The waiter who was still cleaning in the lobby stopped his movements at the same time and looked here.

Liu Zheng smiled faintly and said, "Don't get me wrong, we have no malice."

The female foreman looked at Liu Zheng and the others vigilantly, and finally cleared her throat. The sound of rapid footsteps came to mind. In addition to the foreman, other waiters, dishwashers, and chefs acted quickly and walked through the two of them.

, went downstairs and left.

Then there was a "creak" sound, and the large iron door opposite the lobby against the wall slowly opened. More than a dozen burly men in black clothes and black pants came out one after another, standing in front of the door in two rows, and then walked out of the inside.

An old man in his 60s came. He was wearing a well-tailed navy blue Zhongshan suit. He was holding a knife but a purple clay teapot. His head was slightly bald, and his pair of triangular eyes were slightly narrowed, and he could occasionally ejaculate.

Essential.

"I am Yang Haiqing, the person in charge of Yang's company. Who are you? Are you asking me for trouble?"

Liu Zheng laughed loudly and said, "Good evening, Mr. Yang, we are Danny Rand's friends. We are here to find you this time, because we want to discuss cooperation."

He saw a metal teapot for making tea on the dining table next to him, so he took it over. With his fingers, the internal force in his body was movable. The teapot was twisted and collapsed with the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye, it was rubbed into Liu Zheng.

A round iron lump.

Yang Haiqing was secretly shocked and frightened. He was an old man who had been living all his life, and had enough knowledge of the wind and waves, otherwise he would not be the head of a branch of the Sanhe Association. With his eyesight, he could see Liu Zheng at a glance.

It was revealed just now that this move is definitely not something that can be done with great strength. There is a rumor hidden in China in China, and he has also heard of it. These two people... are very likely to be disciples from those ancient sects!

Thinking of this, Yang Haiqing was no longer negligent, so he asked someone to free up a clean table and asked the two to sit down. The dried fruit and snacks were quickly put out, and someone brought a jar of white wine.

Yang Haiqing and a few people who seemed to have some prestige sat opposite Liu Zheng and the others, while the rest stood around them in a circle. This is a wine table culture that belongs only to the gangsters, and there are some tricks inside, and they can't

It makes people feel tense and clear, but it is quite unique.

Liu Zheng and Luo Zhijian are very skilled and brave, without any fear, but are very novel. They are able to drink in the United States on the other side of the earth by a group of underworld from China. This experience is not something that everyone can do.

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"The two friends have such good skills at a young age. The future is immeasurable. Lao Yang admires it! Come on, I'll give you a cup of wine."

Yang Haiqing smiled and raised his glass and toasted the two of them. Liu Zheng smiled slightly but did not move the glass in front of him. Luo Zhijian, who was sitting beside him, laughed and said, "Mr. Yang is too stingy. How can he enjoy drinking such a small cup?

!”

As he said that, he threw the small wine glass of three cents, stood up and grabbed the fruit pots containing vegetables and vegetables on the table, lifted the jar with one hand and filled it with it, and shouted to the crowd of the Sanhe Association, who was surprised and suspicious, "I'm just a little thirsty,

Let me give you a cup of the seniors from Sanhemen first!”

He raised his hand and poured the whole bowl of white wine into his mouth, but the drop of wine had never spilled outside. The three-member association wanted to give the two boys a mighty look, but he didn't expect to get a sensation as soon as he came up.

A jar of white wine is a "iron gallbladder" brewed by the club. It means "the love is stronger than iron, and the liver and gallbladder are in harmony". The alcohol content is as high as 70%. It is like cutting into the throat like a knife. It still swallows the fire after drinking. Dare to drink this kind of wine.

Only those who are qualified to become brothers. Most people can drink three or three ounces of money.

It’s a disaster. The tall and strong young man in front of him drank a pound and a half in one breath, and his face was not red and his heart was not beaten and he didn’t even shake it. What kind of physical fitness is this!

Seeing that everyone in the Sanhehui Association dared not speak, Luo Zhijian sat down again, picked up a pear on the table and took a big bite, and raised his eyebrows at Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng laughed in his heart. This was the strategy that the two set when they came. The gangsters valued their strength as the most. They may not be able to wear the big hats of the National Security Bureau or the Rand Group. They must show them.

Only by means. Luo Zhijian likes to drink, and he is, Taotie. Not to mention this small pot of white wine, even if the whole jar is filled, a bubble will not appear. The three-member meeting

He came out to scare people with a jar of wine, but unexpectedly he just hit him in the gun, so he could only blame himself for being unlucky.

"Sorry, sorry, my brother is used to being generous in China. When I saw such good wine, I was happy to see Liexin for a while. I hope you all don't be surprised." Liu Zheng stood up with a smile, holding the wine glass in his hand to everyone, from afar,

He raised it to show respect, and blew it in a slight way, and smacked his mouth beautifully.

The people from the Sanhehui Association silenced and looked at the basin in front of Luo Zhijian at the same time. They were afraid that Liu Zheng would come like this, so they quickly raised the wine glass in their hands and said, "I dare not, I dare not", and each drinks it.

But I just drank this wine again today, but I lost the taste of the past.

Liu Zheng often accompanied his leaders to attend various drinking parties when he was working. He naturally knew very well about how to socialize. He was responsible for driving the atmosphere. The table gradually became active, but the momentum of both parties had completely reversed. Liu Zheng

Luo Zhijian's move to turn the tables is quite successful.

After the initial shock, Yang Haiqing quickly regained his rationality. He has now confirmed that the origins of these two young people are absolutely extraordinary. The older thin young man is very experienced, so he toasted.

After trying to touch each other several times without success, I didn't dare to go into it.

After three rounds of drinking, both sides tried it with restraint several times, and Yang Haiqing finally decided to support the bottom.

"My friend Liu Zheng, don't keep an eye on the old man. What kind of advice do you have this time? You can tell me that as long as I, Lao Yang, can leave, I will never say anything."

Seeing this, Liu Zheng stopped going around and nodded to Yang Haiqing solemnly: "Actually, we are really here to discuss cooperation this time."

"Our Sanhe Association has never intervened in the pharmaceutical and chemical industry. We have never been involved in the RAND Group. I wonder what cooperation can we discuss?"

Liu Zheng's expression gradually became cold, and three words were spit out of his mouth: "Hands join hands."

Yang Haiqing's face changed instantly, and he stood up suddenly and said anxiously: "I have warned Danny Rand not to meet hands or join hands! It's really unreasonable. He treats himself as someone, even those people

Dare to provoke me!"

He quickly bowed to Liu Zheng and the other two and said, "I will not be with you in this matter. Please ask the two to ask for another one!" He left the seat and prepared to leave.

"Hey, old man, don't be busy leaving. The wine hasn't been finished yet!" Luo Zhijian shouted.

Yang Haiqing did not look back.

"Mr. Yang, the 'Three-member' and 'Shihehui' have always had a rift. If you refuse to sell the shihehui's vengeance, they will take your dock and kill your subordinates. Are you willing to be humiliated?"

Yang Haiqing's footsteps had no intention of stopping.

Liu Zheng was angry, stood up and slapped the table hard. The four table legs immediately shattered. The round table made of solid wood hit the concrete floor, making a loud noise, embedded on the ground in a completely contrary to common sense.

The place where Liu Zheng pressed his hand was charred and the wood was completely carbonized.

"Yang Haiqing! I've really misread you. Just because you want to restore the glory of Hongmen back then? It's a shame to have a junior like you!"

Yang Haiqing twitched his fingers, and he couldn't move any more.

He slowly turned his head, his face full of coldness and suddenly shouted loudly in English: "Mr. Lian, when are you going to watch?"

The screams echoed in the open hall and never stopped for a long time.

"Oh..." A long sigh came from the iron gate behind the Sanhehui people. Someone was talking, "Mr. Yang, actually I think... they made sense."

Yang Haiqing suddenly turned around and looked at the iron gate, his eyes full of incredibleness.

The man paused for a moment, talked again, and said slowly: "Liu Zheng, long time no see, do you still remember who I am?"

Liu Zheng finally heard his voice, his eyes suddenly turned red, and a scream came from his mouth. He soared into the air, shooting towards the iron gate like a sharp arrow.

The members of the Sanhehui Association shouted in unison, pulled out the hidden weapons from their clothes, and howled and rushed towards them.

A battle between Chinese people is inevitable.