The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 442 You Americans Are Really Enthusiastic and Generous

Chen Zhao gently stretched out his hand and snatched the pistol, put his fingers in the trigger, and shook it lightly, and the pistol spun in his hand.

When the pistol stopped turning, there was a "crash", and a pile of parts fell to the ground.

It turned out that in just one turn, he had completely disassembled the pistol.

"You dare to default on the debts of the casino, you are dead!" The gangster mustache didn't seem to understand, and still shouted.

'Papa papa~~~'

Chen Zhao sneered, stepped forward, and slapped a dozen times in one go.

"Wow!"

The gangster mustache spat out all his teeth in one breath, and at the same time there was a froth of blood.

"How dare you offend our casino..."

This guy didn't understand yet, he dared to speak harshly at Chen Zhao without teeth, so Chen Zhao had no choice but to continue to slap him.

There was another slap, slap, and after seventeen or eight slaps, the mustache's face had turned into a pig's head, his eyes were horrified, his face was frightened, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Chen Zhao nodded in satisfaction.

Sure enough, all the underworld bosses in the world are virtuous, fearing power rather than virtue.

If you speak well, people will ignore it, and after dozens of slaps, everything will be understood.

Chen Zhao retracted his slap, crossed his arms, and looked at Mustache with a smile.

"Chen, I was wrong, don't hit me, I'll listen to you..." Seeing that Chen Zhao stopped his hand, Xiao Huzi hurriedly cried and begged.

He is a small gang leader on the streets of Gotham, a low-level scum with no diploma or skills. The reason why he joined the gang was to make a living, not to fight fiercely.

At first, he thought that he was being bullied by a weak and incompetent low-level Chinese mole, but he didn't expect to encounter a tiger.

You have shown your strength a long time ago, who would dare to set up a trap for you?

Wouldn't it be nice for you to be a super thug against Batman and the Joker?
No one will lose their life for other people's money.

So after being beaten, he immediately begged for mercy.

"Very good, very good." Chen Zhao patted Mustache on the shoulder: "Tell me, what's your name?"

"Harry, my name is Harry," called Mustache.

"Very well, Harry, I'm going to contact your boss now. You can notify him on your mobile phone immediately. You can tell him what's going on here in detail, and then notify him that I'm going to visit him. Can you do it?"

Harry nodded quickly, and was overjoyed at the same time.

This idiot Chinese dares to go to their casino alone, then don't blame us for being rude.

No matter how good you can fight, can you beat Bruce Lee and Jack Chen?
If you can take away one pistol in an instant, can you take away a hundred pistols in an instant?
Can a Chicago typewriter be taken away?

However, isn't it said that Chinese Americans are very smart?
This guy doesn't want to run away, but actually wants to go to the casino. Do you really think that you are a mere Chinese, and our boss thinks of you?
The casino is not far from here, just turn two streets.

As soon as he entered the casino, a group of guys surrounded him.

Some with dark skin, some with white skin, some with brown skin, and some with yellow skin. I don't know if they are compatriots or Japanese or Korean.

Chen Zhao stood there with a smile on his face.

After the leader looked Chen Zhao up and down, he waved his hand, and the crowd parted, and Chen Zhao went to the innermost office of the casino along the path they gave way.

The office is so big that it can accommodate dozens of thugs.

Inside sat Dawat, the middle-level gang leader who managed the casino for Gamble.

"Chen, you are good at martial arts." Dawat sat on the boss chair behind the desk, "It is said that you Chinese know martial arts, but I didn't expect the rumors to be true."

Dawat sat very casually, because there were dozens of people in front of him and behind him.

There are five or six burly men standing behind him, each of them is as tall as Tyson, the key is that these people have guns in their hands.

"I heard that in the past, the gangster in Gotham was Carmine Falco, and now it's Maloney, and there are Scott, Jonathan, Lars, your boss Gamble, etc. Gangs and gangs, they often meet together to study how to deal with Batman, but you are not involved here."

As Chen Zhao spoke, he looked around with disdain in his eyes: "Although you have a casino, with such a small number of people, it can be regarded as a dynamic organization at best. You don't even have the qualifications to be called a gang leader."

"So." Chen Zhao raised his middle finger at the other party: "I think you are rubbish!"

Dawat was furious in his heart, his eyes were fixed, his expression was slightly gloomy, and he swung his right hand suddenly: "Give it to me!"

Dozens of thugs rushed up immediately, shouting.Nuo Da's office was suddenly in chaos.

After about a minute, Chen Zhao sat on the boss chair behind the desk, with his legs resting on the desk.

Gang leader Dawat knelt beside him.

The rest of the people were all lying on the ground, most of them passed out.

Chen Zhao tapped the armrest of the boss chair: "Take out my debt slip."

Dawat opened the safe immediately, took out a bunch of documents, and handed them to Chen Zhao tremblingly.

Chen Zhao flipped through them one by one, and after finding his own, he nodded, sorted out the files, and stretched out his hand.

Under Dawat's horrified gaze, the lighter on the desk rose into the air and fell into Chen Zhao's hands.

Then Chen Zhao lightly turned on the lighter, and burned the stack of documents cleanly.

Looking at the documents that were slowly turning into ashes, Dawat did not speak or move.

"Dawat." Chen Zhao tapped on the armrest again, "You know, I'm a poor Chinese, and I've always thought you Americans are warm and generous, so I want to lend you some money, do you think it's okay?"

Dawat was startled, and suddenly his eyes turned red.

What can he say, looking at his subordinates all over the floor pretending to be dead, with bare hands, he can only say that money is something outside of him, dear Chen can spend as much as he wants, how vulgar and hurtful is the word "Talk"!

As he spoke, he took out all the money in the safe.

Chen Zhao made a simple point, almost 50.

Packing a large backpack full, Chen Zhao patted Dawat's shoulder with satisfaction: "Very good, you can report to Gambor, I lent you 100 million."

Gamble's eyes lit up immediately, but then he lowered his head.

I'm afraid that there are younger brothers who fainted around who will see his secret joy.

At the same time, he was full of gratitude to Chen Zhao.

I worked so hard to guard the casino for Gamble, and it only cost one hundred thousand dollars a month.

But now, if he just said a word, he would have a chance to get 50 in a reasonable and legal way.

This is really Jesus alive!
Chen Zhao strode out of the office, but then came back: "Tell Gamble, I'll wait for him to seek revenge on me."

Dawat trembled, but said nothing.

He saw with his own eyes that Chen Zhao possessed unparalleled strength, even stronger than Bruce Lee.

It is also impossible for Bruce Lee to knock out dozens of people in just one minute, including several Tysons with guns.

This kind of strength, even if Batman came, it would be in vain.

But would Gamble believe it?
(End of this chapter)