Chapter 33: Something, but not much
There are many gangs on the streets that control the neighborhoods. They can take up to 80% of the gang members' commission, or even take it all away, leaving you only with money for food, water and leaves. They control you with drugs and abuse you if you don't obey.
You only take 20%, are you doing charity?
Leo felt that the other party was an angel sent by God to save him!
Zhang Ailun is not an angel, he just did what he should do. But there is no way, there is no harm without comparison. What kind of monsters are those other street organizations?
They bully others by taking advantage of their power, and they have no organization or discipline.
Even gang members come together for the sake of profit, and the internal forces are not monolithic. The blocks under the responsibility of each leader even need to be guarded against by their own people. They will also assassinate their own people for the sake of profit dividends and community leader elections.
The world is full of goodwill, and the world is all good.
If you want to become bigger and stronger, you need to win people over with virtue and strength, using both soft and hard tactics. Blindly bullying others will not end well, and you will have to pay for your actions sooner or later.
This time, we stood up for Dominic and regained our face with a legitimate reason, and it has achieved initial results.
Zhang Ailun also took over an entire street, and gained an additional $100 in loot and a Beggar Gang disciple, further increasing his influence in the neighborhood.
Just when I was worrying about having no excuse to conquer territory, these blacks came to my door on their own accord. Otherwise, if word got out, people would think that I, Hamburger Juan King, was intentionally trying to disrupt the balance of the streets, expand wantonly, and bully others.
But now it is others who are bullying us first, and we are acting in self-defense!
But who could have thought that the little black guy was so weak and would politely hand over his territory to others.
He has given it all to me, and if I don't take it, how embarrassing would that be?
"Leo, can you still move now?" Zhang Ailun asked.
"Of course," Leo replied immediately.
"follow me."
Zhang Ailun wanted to take back the remaining ground in one go.
Although Leo didn't understand what the other party was going to do, he packed up his things and followed with his cart.
The street where Dominic was blackmailed was occupied by Kobe and his gang of black men. The street has no name, so let's just call it Rio Street.
The people who were being driven out and pushed were another group of black people on the street.
Coincidentally, the two streets are not far apart. Just past the intersection, it is the street next door.
Kobe and a few of his companions seemed to know that group of people, and they got along pretty well with each other on a daily basis.
When Zhang Ailun brought Leo here, he saw Kobe and his men being helped by some black guys from the other side.
When a few black men found out that they were beaten, they were filled with righteous indignation and wanted to seek revenge!
When he learned that several people were beaten up by a yellow man, he was so angry that his nose was crooked.
He cursed and uttered some fluent, beautiful street codes.
"Bro, you tell me you guys were beaten up by a yellow guy? WTF!! How can you be so spineless?"
The few black men who had never been beaten had no idea what they were going to face and were still standing there pointing fingers and bragging.
"Bro, you said that yellow guy is good at fighting? Well, let me tell you, I used to practice boxing! Don't worry! If he dares to come to our territory, I will definitely teach him a lesson!!"
"That's right! I will pull his pants down, hang him under the street light, and humiliate him severely!!"
Several black men were indignant.
Kobe and his men were already scared out of their wits, and had no intention of going back to take revenge on the other side. The other side had been so cruel, they would surely die if they went back!
They were still in pain all over their bodies, and asked weakly: "Do you have any painkillers?"
"There's no such thing, that's for pussies! I have better! You deserve better!!"
Lao Hei took out a Leaf brand cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, and then put it in his mouth.
After a while of puffing out smoke, Lao Hei exchanged their saliva, and instantly they felt the soreness in their waist and the pain in their legs were gone.
Kobe's cheeks were swollen like a ball and he could hardly speak clearly. He just took a puff of leaves and turned around to see a familiar figure.
He rubbed his eyes, still a little unsure. But when he saw the other person coming towards him aggressively and saw his appearance clearly, he jumped up in place as if he had seen a ghost. "WTF!! He's catching up with us again!! We have to leave quickly! Man!!"
But this was just his wishful thinking. Half of his face was swollen, he was drooling while talking, and no one could understand what he was saying.
Several black men immediately laughed at his weakness and ridiculous appearance. "Dude, I see you're really high. Don't worry, if you can think of seeking our help when you encounter problems and are willing to join us, then we will be your family. If that guy dares to come, don't even think about leaving here today!!"
"But you have to have some fun with us today."
The black guy with dreadlocks next to him drooled over Kobe, "Look at the muscles on your body, man, they feel so good to touch."
Kobe is going to be mad. It's already this hour and you still want to take off my pants!
Staring with a pair of dead fish eyes, he was already a little desperate. It was all over, the other party was already here.
"Hey!! Nigger!!"
Zhang Ailun's scolding came from behind, and he came up and fired at his face.
Such insulting words spread far and wide, and the precise attack instantly made several black men on the street unhappy. They turned around and looked at Zhang Ailun with a stern face, "Fuck you! Where are you from? Don't you want to live?"
"it's him!!"
Lao Hei, who had a lame leg, was immersed in the leaves and was completely oblivious to everything else. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he remembered that his leg was broken. The pain must have been heart-wrenching.
He hugged his legs and immediately let out a howl like a pig being slaughtered.
The old blacks looked at each other, and the little black man who claimed to have practiced boxing, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, took the lead and walked up angrily.
He assumed a boxing stance, jumped up and down, swayed his upper body back and forth, and cursed and spitted, "Yellow monkey! Ice cream!! Soon I will make you kneel on the ground and bite me!!"
Zhang Ailun smiled instantly.
OK OK.
Judging from your attitude, you have something to say.
When the old black man swayed his body and approached him with the frame, Zhang Ailun perked up.
But I soon noticed that his steps were messy and rhythmless, his technique was a bit too rough and not coherent at all.
Probably an amateur.
There is something, but not much.
The gap between amateurs and top professionals is like the gap between ordinary people and boxing champion Tyson.
The gap between ordinary people and amateur players is also incomparable.
But no matter whether they are professional or amateur, they can defeat ordinary people with one punch, there is no doubt about that.
Xiao Heizi stepped forward and punched Zhang Ailun in the face with his front hand.
Zhang Ailun straightened his body instantly, stepped sideways and stepped back to avoid the opponent's fist, gathered his explosive power on his right hand, stood on tiptoe, and exerted force from the ground. He threw a lightning-fast straight punch with his back hand, and the precise punch hit Lao Hei's chin like a meteor.
With a click, Lao Hei's face was distorted, saliva spurted out, and one of his back teeth was broken off.
He instantly straightened his body, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground in a daze.
Face down, nose bleeding. Sleeping like a baby.
The other few old black men who came forward were stunned by this clean and powerful punch.
I stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.
I couldn't believe that my buddy who was so good at fighting was knocked out in an instant in front of the other party! !
Zhang Ailun flexed his fist and felt that the opponent's chin was still harder than that of an average person.
It's OK. The jawbone is probably only slightly cracked, not broken.
He looked at the black guys again and started to speak some beautiful street code.
(End of this chapter)
