Chapter 1773

Owen waved his hand, "Quick," his car accelerated and stopped in front of Feng Yiping's car. Without his order, another car immediately blocked the back and the people in the car jumped out quickly.

There was excitement in the tension, and the excitement of eagerness to try.

Owen felt this emotion and immediately decided that he should teach these guys a lesson next.

In their line of work, they would rather all the preparations be in vain, all the plans be in vain, and they would rather continue to be mediocre. They would rather not have a glorious deed that can be boasted in front of their descendants until they retire. This is the right and correct mentality.

Instead of looking forward to such a moment in a somewhat urgent and excited manner like now, looking forward to the moment when they can take action.

He was actually quite confused at this time.

The boss's actions today made him a little confused.

As the person who has been with Feng Yiping for the longest time in these years, he has passively understood Feng Yiping's character.

On the other hand, as a competent security director, he also needs to actively analyze the character of the person who hired him.

Because only by knowing how he will react in various situations can he formulate the most scientific and reasonable plan.

Then according to his correct understanding, facing the current situation, shouldn't the boss not personally participate in it anyway, at most, let him stay and deal with it?

Owen's Chinese level has already reached a certain level, and he knows a sentence closely related to his work: A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

This very young boss has always been not like a young man in this respect, and does not like to join in the fun at all. He is calmer and more conscious than those older people. He does not need to remind himself, and will consciously not let himself get involved in danger. It can be said that he cooperates with their work very well. He is definitely one of the best employers. What happened today?

Feng Yiping knew that he was a little abnormal today.

It's okay to visit the slums, but why do you need to care about these chaos on the streets here and try to challenge the order here?

It's really because I felt quite unhappy for a while. Maybe I have been thinking about finding an opportunity to vent in my heart, so when I saw those black brothers on the roadside dragging a girl out of the car, I couldn't help it for a while.

Of course, he was not reckless. If he came out alone, he would never enter the slums, and he would never care about such trivial matters.

But with so many people following him, what was there to be afraid of?

In particular, he was also aware that these black brothers in the slums who could not make a living and could only rely on robbing to make money still had their own persistence or professional ethics - if that counted.

They were only after money, and generally they could get more than 20 US dollars at a time, which was enough - Americans really didn't carry much cash with them.

Rarely would they make further trouble and cause death.

So generally experienced old birds would carry dozens of US dollars in cash when they went out, so that if they were unlucky and ran into robbers, they could buy safety.

If you don't carry a penny, and the robbers are unhappy, you will inevitably suffer some physical pain.

Of course, you can carry more, but in that case, you won't feel pain on your body, but you will inevitably feel pain in your heart.

Hearing his cry, the black brothers wearing jackets or sweatshirts turned around in surprise.

The girl who was pressed against the wall beside them shouted, "Please help me! Please help me!"

The light and shadow over there were mottled, and Feng Yiping couldn't see her face clearly.

"Don't move," a small man waved the knife in his hand in front of her, and the girl's scream stopped immediately.

The leader, with a thick gold chain around his neck, curly hair, and slightly crooked teeth, looked at Feng Yiping. He was Asian, young, neatly dressed, and drove a Mercedes-Benz.

I immediately made a rough judgment that his economic conditions should be good, at least middle class or above. Judging from his accent, he might be an international student from Asia.

Looking at his dress and the car he drove, which was not ostentatious but had a high grade, he was probably a young man who was full of blood, usually followed the rules, and didn't know much about the rules.

He liked to teach the rules to these young people who grew up with pacifiers in their mouths. It was really a very fulfilling thing - and he could charge for it.

"Boss Tony, there is actually someone who took the initiative to deliver himself to the door," said a big guy with a smile.

It's hard to say that he doesn't have enough IQ, because it seems that in their territory, Feng Yiping, an oriental boy who doesn't look very strong, is going to fight them alone. It looks like a delivery.

Tony walked towards Feng Yiping with a relaxed and proud look.

Feng Yiping believed that if Fourth Uncle was here, he would definitely hit this guy with a few boards when he saw him walking like this.

When this guy walked, he not only shook his head, but also twisted his hips, as if he was stepping on the rhythm of hip-hop.

Feng Yiping thought that he probably thought that he walked like this, which was very stylish and sexy, but Feng Yiping just wanted to use what Fourth Uncle would say to evaluate, "No family education, can't even walk on the road,"

He hooked his hand at Feng Yiping, "You, come here, take out your wallet first,"

"Boss, this car is good..." The big guy laughed.

Although housewives with children like to drive this car to buy groceries and take their children to and from school, it is not suitable for his thick body, but it is not a Mercedes-Benz anyway.

But before he could finish his words, two cars, one behind the other, blocked the area with the harsh sound of brakes.

"Bang bang bang," the car door opened and was slammed shut. There were already seven guys in black suits surrounding them. They were vaguely surrounded by the young Asian man they thought was a rookie.

A very steady-looking guy stood beside the young man. He only glanced at them and made no move.

Tony's anger suddenly rose, and he saw the disdain in Owen's eyes.

But this is our territory anyway, and our numbers are no less than yours.

He looked at the other side of the street. Someone was already walking this way, attracted by the noise just now. A man wearing only a vest, with tattoos everywhere visible on his body except his face, was leaning lazily on the mottled railings on the street. The muscular man is yelling, "Tony, want some help?"

Although those words sounded more like gloating, it naturally gave Tony courage and confidence. He looked at Owen and said, "There is nothing that cannot be done on my territory, Tony."

Irving didn't bother to watch him act like he was feeling good about himself. He signaled, and two people immediately turned around to guard the rear. They just lifted up their clothes, and those guys who were ready to watch the fun stopped immediately.

They are naturally familiar with the things under the clothes, so there is no need to get themselves into such trouble for Tony.

The tattooed man also stopped and raised the beer bottle in his hand this way, as if you were doing it yourself.

However, some people came out of the house one after another, probably to take the guy, but mainly for vigilance and self-protection.

Now, it was Owen's turn to look at Tony with a playful look in his eyes like a lamb.

Only then did Tony see the headphone cables behind Owen's and his friends' ears, and then looked at the other guys. At this time, not only did they all look relaxed, but they also seemed to be gearing up. Finally, he knew that he had encountered a tough problem, "What do you want to do? Like?" He looked at Feng Yiping with a sullen expression.

Feng Yiping pointed at the girl and waved his hand. Without waiting for Tony's instructions, the little man immediately let go of his hand and tried his best to hide in the shadows.

The girl suddenly felt as if she had been granted amnesty. She quickly ran over, covered her clothes and hid behind Feng Yiping, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you!"

"Her stuff," Feng Yiping continued.

Immediately, several banknotes and a mobile phone were in Tony's hands.

Tony glared at them, and the two guys who handed over the things retreated sarcastically.

A young man here who looked like he was chewing gum walked over with a relaxed expression and took the things from Tony's hand, "Are these?"

The girl probably didn't look carefully, "Yes, thank you!"

Owen said something in Feng Yiping's ear.

"Let's go," Feng Yiping said.

At this time, that Tony asked loudly, "What's your name?"

By the way, there is always a routine like this. Regardless of whether he will cause trouble in the future or not, Tony, as the leader of this gang, must always ask questions.