America's Big Hero

"Ah!!" The strong white man couldn't hold on anymore this time, and he half-kneeled on the ground with a scream.

Seeing that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived, Old Hei slapped the burly white man hard on the face.

"boom!"

The strong white man fell in the ring.

When Old Hei saw this, a cruel light burst out from his throat-sealed eyes, he stepped forward and stomped heavily on the white man's injured leg.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the audio system, and the scalp of those who listened was numb.

"Ah!!!" A shrill scream came from the white man's mouth.

The old black became more excited when he heard the screams, he raised his size 46 foot and stepped on it again.

Holding the distorted calf, the white man took a blow with his arm, and his arm made a crisp sound, "click"!

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat!" Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he shouted indistinctly.

As soon as they admitted defeat, the two referees rushed over immediately.

It's just that Old Hei didn't seem to hear it, and stepped down again.

Seeing this, the two referees immediately hugged Lao Hei from the side and dragged him backward.

"Fuck, Fuck, let me go, you sons of bitches, I'm going to kill him!" Old Hei growled and struggled.

"Fuck you!" A referee let go of Old Hei's hand, and hit Old Hei's chin with a fierce lowercut.

With a sound of "Bang!", Old Hei's head was thrown back high, his eyes rolled over, and he fell down on the ring with a bang!

Now, it's completely quiet!

At this scene, the audience below all exclaimed in unison. Unexpectedly, the referee was so fierce, and then cheered like a tsunami.

The referee twisted his neck and raised his arm to brighten his muscles. He used to be a professional boxer, but he was too old and unable to keep up, so he joined the competition team as a referee.

Under the stage, the medical team that had been prepared a long time ago rushed up, and after a quick emergency treatment, they carefully carried the two inhuman contestants onto stretchers and rushed off the ring.

Go to the hospital as soon as possible, the strong white man's calf and arm must be broken, and the old black man won't be much better.

At this moment, Sean's kind nature is revealed. Faced with people who make money for him, Sean will still do his best to treat people who make money for him.

At least I won't do the kind of thing that's pushed to the society due to physical reasons.

In the three quarters before and after, more than 600 people, all of whom were rich, bet more than 1200 million US dollars before and after, with an average of about 2 bets per person.

It's not high, but in this game, Sean's rake reached 120 million US dollars!

Of course, not all profits, and various expenses are also not small.

From now on, there will be at least two games every night. Although the guests who will come later will not be as rich as today, the number of people will be more.

Come to think of it, just betting and drawing results every day will not be less than 200 million.

That's not even the ticket price!

Yes, you need to buy tickets to enter the Peace Hotel.

$1000, no counter-offer!

You have to consider the nature of the people who come here!

Anyone who dares to come here is a complete villain.

You come here to do shameful things!

Who cares about paying an extra $1000 for something like this! ?

Know why bad guys have money?

Because 'without conscience, you can earn more'!

Two beauties in bikinis came to the ring, and they were responsible for cleaning up the blood on the ring.

What is most needed after blood and violence is beauty.

No separation!

The two beauties are in good shape, with round thighs and slender waists. They knelt on the ground, pouted their buttocks, and slowly wiped the floor.

The movement of wiping the floor is not big, but the shaking of (·person·) is not small...

After a duel of muscle and violence, people's blood is excited!

After the first game, the second game will follow.

Compared with the previous one, this one was all professional players who had undergone long-term training.

If the first game was a bloody and brutal duel, then this one is a decisive battle of technology, will and violence.

The two tested each other, fists, feet, knees, elbows, every move was clean and neat, even if they hadn't practiced, they could see the danger in it.

If those two in the first match were to face anyone in the second match at this moment, they would definitely lose.

The atmosphere of the first transfer was very good, and the second transfer was carried over perfectly.

At this moment, Sean was sitting next to old man Huang, "Old man Huang, how about it? I know there are many martial arts gyms in Chinatown. Are you interested in training some fighters to compete with me?"

"The contestants get 1% of the fixed ticket commission, and the winner gets another 1% of the betting bonus."

"Generally speaking, if you win a game, you can earn $10 to $15."

"Why, aren't all the fighters here belong to you?" The old man Huang was really interested when he heard that, 15 to 20 US dollars, this income is not low, especially for those martial arts gyms.

Most of the martial arts gyms can't continue to operate relying on those Chinese who come to learn martial arts.

"All the gangs below organize their own people. I just help to provide them with more professional and scientific training materials, and then organize the competition. As for who the contestants are and where they come from, I don't care. Everyone earns money. " Sean said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll ask the people below about this matter." Old man Huang nodded, it would be good to find a way to make money for the people below.

"But I have to explain that no one here uses any routines. Everyone studies how to knock down the opponent in the shortest time. Don't underestimate them."

"Don't worry, I understand!" The old man Huang looked solemn. Most of the martial arts practice routines, which are practice methods, the purpose is to strengthen the body, and few people practice actual combat methods.

Besides, no matter how well you practice, if you don't have enough physical fitness, you will be beaten to death even if you are on stage.

After chatting for a while, the second game was over. Sean didn't care about the outcome, as long as everyone was satisfied with it.

In the two games, everyone placed bets. Those who won were naturally happy, and those who lost were not reconciled.

There is not much money, and no one cares.

Sean sent everyone away at the door. When they left, Marvin and his gang of dudes seemed very excited. They would definitely not be able to compete on stage. However, these guys had their own club to train boxers to participate in the competition. Eun naturally has nothing to disagree with.

The guests were sent away one by one, and the sign of the Peace Hotel was published. I believe that through these upper-level people, the news will spread soon.

Moreover, with so many wealthy people here, their reputation is naturally guaranteed.

The old man Huang was the last one to go, of course Sean knew what it meant.

The two of them were not in a hurry to go out. Before the old man Huang came, he never thought of asking Xiao En for help with the recent affairs in Chinatown.

But he just saw so many big people, many of them are from New York, he saw congressmen from Manhattan, New York City congressmen, high-level government departments, people from the prosecutor's office, and even the district police chief saw two ...

Things like the Peace Hotel and underground boxing matches cannot be kept secret, and Sean doesn't mind these people knowing.

Whether the crime is illegal has never been the key issue. The key issue is whether the criminal has sufficient power and whether he has a conflict of interest with other people.

The whole world knows what the Gold Club is for, but it wasn't until 2001 that it broke the law...

Harvey's Hollywood red sofa has existed for 30 years, and many people have sued him, but he was not really caught until he lost power.

Therefore, there is nothing terrible about Sean. Besides, just because it is illegal now doesn't mean it will be illegal in the future.

Sean has plans of his own.

He has always believed that America should be more free and open!

"I have encountered some difficulties recently." Mr. Huang didn't drag his feet. After so many years in the United States, he knows how to deal with Americans.

"Really!?" Sean looked very 'surprised', "I've been busy with Colombia recently, and I really don't know anything about New York."

When Xiao En said that, Mr. Huang didn't doubt it. He naturally knew that the X security incident was so big before. He also lamented that Xiao En had the courage to use armed helicopters and missiles in other countries to kill hundreds of people.

After listening to the old man Huang, Xiao En ordered Jonas to come over and ask, and only then did he know the whole story.

"The problem of racial discrimination has always existed. It is said, but it is useless." Sean sighed, "I will help you solve the problem on the official side, but the conflict between you and several gangs..."

"It's not a big problem. As long as the authorities don't get sidetracked, it can be resolved gradually." Old Man Huang said with a smile.

"I have a brother named You Rui, and Mr. Huang should have met him. He was in the restaurant that day." Sean said suddenly, "Mr. Huang also knows that with the presence of the five major families in New York, it is impossible for other families to enter New York. "

The old man Huang's eyes flickered, "What does Mr. Xiao En mean?"

"Youri can provide some news, targeted news." Xiao En put on a meaningful smile the smallest.

"Then what does Mr. Xiao En need here?" Elder Huang instantly understood.

"I want a piece of land near Central Street." Sean said looking into the old man Huang's eyes.

Old man Huang frowned deeply, land!

As we all know, the Chinese have the habit of buying houses and land, and this habit has been passed down for thousands of years.

It is said that the Chinese are poor, but in fact, data shows that the average income of Chinese in the United States is more than 50% higher than the average income of Americans.

With the expansion of Chinatown over the years, those lands have been acquired by the Chinese little by little.

Saving money, buying houses and land, this is the fundamental way for Chinatown to expand little by little.

Of course, due to xenophobia, racial discrimination, different living habits, etc., the land is not so valuable in the hands of the Chinese.

4 square kilometers of land in Manhattan, New York!

The land occupied by Chinatown is all golden land, close to the New York City Police Department, the city government office building, the federal office building, Wall Street...

The reason why the Chinese get it at a relatively low price is actually similar to the method used by the blacks to gather in large numbers, causing the whites to sell their properties at a low price.

Sean took a fancy to the land he could get during the expansion of Chinatown.

And the old man Huang hesitated precisely because of the land, and the Chinese are very obsessed with land.

"Don't worry, I won't lose one point for the amount of money, and I will help you take down the entire Jewish district in a short period of time." Sean said with a smile.

"How old are you?" Huang asked with a frown.

"20 acres!" Sean blurted out.

"No, there are too many!" The old man stood up abruptly, staring at Xiao En.

The current Chinatown is not as big as the later generations, 20 acres and 1.3 square meters, which is too big.

"18 acres!"

"2 acres!"

Hearing the figure of 2 mu, Xiao En also jumped up angrily, what the hell, the old lady doesn't bargain so hard, it's too much!

"17 acres!"

"3 acres!"

"16 acres!"

"4 acres!"

"15 acres!"

"4 acres!"

Sean:? ? ?

I'm so down!

Old Man Huang: I know, but I'm afraid of chaos.

The old man Huang shook his head, and Xiao En was afraid that the old man would shake his head off.

"No, you can't do this, Mr. Huang, you have to take a long-term view!" Xiao En made the old man happy.

He didn't think the old man Huang could think of how valuable the land in Manhattan would be in the future, but the racial characteristics of the Chinese determined that the old man valued the land extremely.

For the old man Huang and those old people in Chinatown, the United States is not their hometown, and they have never regarded the United States as their own country, and they have no sense of identity.