Update time: 2012-06-08

These two gangsters were blinded by Wang Geng, a fat sheep, and they didn't have the heart to care about the old Mexican. Unless he didn't come here to set up a stall in the future, it would be a matter of minutes to deal with the old man in the future!

However, the yellow-skinned monkey with a strange face in front of me was quite arrogant and had to talk to him well!

The curly third child shouted with pride,

"The yellow-skinned monkey is not very angry. I want to buy two dollars to have a good mood? Then the good mood of our brothers is mixed up by your two dollars. What do you think you should do!"

"What is in the bag? Open it for us to see!" The dick riding bike shouted impatiently with the cigarette in his mouth.

Wang Geng felt angry and funny. Seeing that the old man had disappeared from the corner of the street, he was afraid that he would not go far, so he put his bag on the ground.

The guy took out the camel brand cigarette that Edison had come from his pocket, took out a box of matches and lit it, and took a beautiful breath, not taking the two little shrimps in front of him seriously!

"Hey! I asked you to open the bag! Did you hear it? How dare you look down on others, a yellow monkey?" The curly-haired third child took out a dagger from his pocket and swung it in his hand, approaching Wang Geng.

"The bag contains hot dogs and barbecue-sausages, and I'm going to take them back to invite someone to have a midnight snack! If you are hungry, one hot dog per dollar, I don't mind saving two more lambs!" Wang Geng said casually, squirting the ashes in his hand.

"The yellow-skinned monkey is very brave! He dares to make jokes about our brothers!" The curly gangster picked up the bag from the ground, weighed it and pinched it a few times, turned his head and drove more often,

"Dragon, it's really a hot dog. If you smell it, the fragrance will come out. You have to take this back and hand in the office, otherwise the boss will lose his temper!"

"Bah! Third brother, you are a useless product! What's the bullshit for a few hot dogs!" The second brother on the motorcycle spitted the cigarette butts in his mouth on the ground, turned to Wang Geng and said viciously.

"A few hot dogs just want to send our buddies? You know what you know, hand over your wallet!"

For a gentle Asian young man like Wang Geng, this white gangster named Er didn't take him seriously. If he was a black or Mexican, he might have to consider it. Most of the yellow people in New York in this era are timid and afraid of trouble. He doesn't just pay two dollars to buy peace!

"San, you are really a pig's brain, and you'll get rid of a few hot dogs? Look at the style of this yellow-skinned monkey, you can squeeze at least ten or twenty dollars out of your body! Go up and search for him!"

After hearing this, the third brother hung up the bag wrapped in a hot dog on the handlebar of the motorcycle, showing off his right hand dagger, and stretched out his left hand to pull Wang Geng's collar.

Wang Geng was indifferent to the cigarette roll in one hand, and snatched it like lightning in the other hand, and grabbed the swaying dagger from the curly gangster's hand.

The curly gangster only felt a lighter in his right hand, and then a cold neck. The dagger in his hand had reached the other party's hand at some point, and was pressing against his Adam's apple. The guy was stunned and froze on the spot, and his mind was inaccurate.

The dick on the motorcycle behind was blocked by his third brother's body. He didn't see what happened between Wang Geng and the third brother. This guy was still urging the accelerator behind the motorcycle to urge him.

"What a third brother, hurry up and leave. The boss is anxious and you're careful with your skin!"

Wang Geng took back the dagger and danced a random sword light in his hand. He kept the knife from the curly gangster's head and face, scaring the curly thug that the third child was so scared that he didn't dare to move, and his legs were shaking like sieve crumbs.

Finally, Wang Geng stopped and stuffed the dagger back into the curly gangster's hand, saying disdainfully,

"Playing with knives is an art. Your dagger looks pretty good, but you look so ugly. Go home and practice again. I am in a very good mood today, so I don't bother with you two gangsters, take the bag for me, and you pat your butt and leave and pull it down!"

The curly gangster's mind was in chaos, and he didn't know what to do. The dick on the motorcycle behind kicked the guy and shouted,

"San, why are you playing hard? Take your wallet and leave!"

The third brother turned around with a bitter face. The dick on the motorcycle here was startled. The third brother's eyebrows and beard were shaved in a flash. His whole face looked funny and ridiculous. The knife in his hand was shaking and shaking!

"Second, this guy is a master of knives. I'm afraid you and my brother will fall into it today!" The third brother has always liked knives, but he could shaved his eyebrows and beard like this on the dim street and would not hurt anyone. He didn't have the ability. He didn't know what the knife in his hand was like before, so he got it into his hands!

The second brother here was furious to see this. He parked the car and jumped off the motorcycle. He squeezed the third brother away with his arms, took out a handful of dark guy from his arms and said to Wang Geng.

"You third brother, you are a waste. You have told you that you will hurt yourself sooner or later when you play with a knife. Of course, you have to rely on a gun when you come out!" The guy said before he finished speaking, but his hand slighted. When he looked down, the revolver in his hand had already reached the other party's hands.

Wang Geng looked down and saw a Colt.38 revolver whose paint had fallen a little. The rifle in the chamber had been worn out a lot. The guy skillfully threw out the bullet casing and saw that the six bullets were lit in a new way. Wang Geng closed the bullet casing and turned the revolver in his hand, and suddenly stopped and pointed the gun at the two gangsters on the opposite side.

The two guys were so scared that their legs became weak and they knelt down, and their hands were swaying and shouting, "Hero! You're lucky! We know we were wrong!"

Wang Geng sneered and said disdainfully,

"I didn't want to get angry, but someone insisted on using a knife and a gun to force me to get angry. If I get angry, the consequences will be very serious. Those who dare to use a gun and a knife to look at me will never have a good end. What do you think about this?"

"Hey, we know we were wrong! Take this knife, and peeling a fruit in the future is quite useful!" The curly old man held the hot potato-like dagger in both hands and raised it high above his head and dared not move.

"I really know I'm wrong?" Wang Geng asked coldly.

"We really know we are wrong!" Two slutty fools knelt on the ground, holding their hands high and begging for mercy!

If these two gangsters were to say it, they were really a little wink and begging for mercy. The curly third child looked at the evil spirit walking under the street light in front of him, and how familiar it looked. A gust of wind blew over and lifted up a broken newspaper on the side of the road. The guy saw a sharp-eyed photo of Wang Geng and the mayor together.

The curly third brother suddenly realized that the master who dared to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge in front of him. I heard that he was a top student at West Point Military Academy, a football running back and school shooting champion in college. Oh my god, how can this master afford it!

Curly hair hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy. Although the dick next to him was angry, the gun was in his hands, and the situation was better than that of others. This guy lowered his head and did not dare to chew on his anger.

Wang Geng was playing with the gun in his hand, and while pretending to aim at the two people's heads and faces, teasing them,

"Is this considered bravery? On a dark and windy night, two thieves dare to rob the Fifth Street of New York with weapons? Is it worthy of being beaten to death!"

"Oh...help your life! We know we are wrong! The swords and guns in our hands are just to scare people. We don't dare to use the swords and guns to hurt people..." The two gangsters begged for mercy while touching their eyes privately, intending to run away if they don't work!

The second child was quick to turn his mind, and he hurriedly took out the two dollars of protection paid by Wang Geng for the Mexican old man from his arms, handed it high above his head, and said,

"Heroes! We really know that we are wrong. You can take these two dollars back and take them back!"

"Just! This is the protection fee I paid for the hot dog stall owner. One code is one code, what? Do you think these two dollars were robbed by you?" Wang Geng glared.
Chapter completed!