The Yongan Pawn Shop of American Comics

Li Cheng ignored Vladimir and asked Scar to send him away.

Vladimir wanted to continue shouting, but when he saw the obviously unkind looks from Scar and others, he had no choice but to give up.

On the way out, the atmosphere among the group was particularly dull.

"Li Cheng shouldn't be angry because of my previous rude offense, haha." Vladimir said a few words dryly to Scar and the others who were following behind him, and saw several golden-eyed guards behind him. He was expressionless and didn't say a word. He could only laugh dryly and say haha.

The atmosphere returned to silence again until the group of people walked out of Ronghua Street completely.

"You should have informed us earlier, or at least made a phone call to make an appointment."

Scar broke the strange silence and stared at Vladimir in front of him indifferently.

Looking at Scar with an unkind expression, Vladimir took a few steps back in fear, with a slight tremor: "Li probably won't care too much about these minor offenses, haha. The benefits of our cooperation in the future will be extremely great." Huge, we can provide him with tons of pigs!”

The words of hasty explanation only made the malicious intentions of Scar and others more obvious.

"Yes, a pig, a pig with cheap consumables, a pig that tortures and toys with at will!" Scar's smile became more ferocious, and the scar on his face became extremely terrifying:

"Have you forgotten that all of us in Ronghua Street are from the so-called pig family?"

Seeing the existences in front of him with golden eyes and angry bodies that were almost burning with flames, Vladimir finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed on the ground, constantly moving back, accompanied by a stuttering sound. murmuring like:

"Let me go, don't come here, Li will forgive me...ahhhh——"

Continuous wails spread throughout Ronghua Street.

After some torture, Scar took out a potion with a light yellow halo from his arms and poured it into Vladimir, who had already turned into a puddle of mud.

The injuries on his body improved rapidly at a visible speed, and the painful and itchy feeling made Vladimir, who had already become hoarse from shouting, unable to restrain himself from wailing.

"Hmph, I'm giving you an advantage. Remember to take Brother Li's words with you. Drink~ Bah!" Scar spat viciously on the ground, turned around and left with the people around him.

Looking at Scar and others leaving with a pale face, Vladimir did not dare to stay even for a second even though he was filled with infinite resentment. He did not bother to clean up the stinky smell mixed with blood and unknown liquid all over his body. He was limping. He crept towards his stronghold.

He could only limp. After all, Scar and others would not be kind enough to help him set his bones when he was recovering from his injuries.

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Dinner was finished quickly, and the older godfather was also sleepy, so he took little John back to the bedroom early.

Ajie consciously went to wash the dishes, and now this job has completely become his job.

At the dinner table, only Li Cheng, who was not yet full, and Betty, who was bored and playing with a spoon, were left.

"Just ask whatever you want, you moron," Li Cheng took out a large piece of fish meat from the boiled fish basin, glanced at Betty, and said.

Hearing Li Cheng's words, Betty, who was absentmindedly playing with a spoon, suddenly froze and smiled slightly unnaturally: "I don't have anything to ask."

"Oh, really? Then I'll leave first when I'm full." Li Cheng looked at Betty's playful expression, wiped his mouth, stood up, walked to the sofa, and lay down straight on it.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask if that's okay." Betty smiled quickly when she saw this, then ran to the sofa and sat up cross-legged, shaking Li Cheng's arm constantly.

"Li, do you really want to offend the Russian slave gang? Are you ready?" Betty stared at Li Cheng with a searching look on her face:

"Those people are crazy dogs. If you really want to fight them if you pull them all together, the hungry dogs around will pounce on them and eat their meat."

Underworld has never been a strategic turn-based game. It has to wait for you to react before taking the next step. There are jackals, tigers and leopards all around. As long as there is a slight flaw, they will swarm up. This is what Betty is most worried about.

"Whether this dog is ferocious or not, the most important thing is how big the meat and bones are." Li Cheng lay on his back, resting comfortably on Betty's thigh:

"The underworld also has an advantage. In the face of sufficient interests, everyone's goals will be gathered together, and anyone who disagrees will be targeted."

Betty frowned, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: "Li, you are not going to sell your witchcraft props, are you?"

"No wonder the leaders of the Russian Brotherhood came to look for you. No wonder you openly contradicted each other so directly. That's it."

Betty's eyes flickered, and she connected the things in an instant. She bent down and stared at Li Cheng closely, with a solemn look on her face:

"Li, do you know how much evil these props will cause if they fall into the hands of those idiots?"

"Betty, you are still so smart. Don't get excited. I won't be as bottomless as that playboy arms dealer."

Li Cheng stuttered a bit when he spoke. Looking at Betty who was a little angry, Li Cheng swallowed involuntarily. The specific reason was because he looked at Betty who was bending over and staring at him from the bottom up. Her expression was really... Some chest cough, cruel!

"Don't worry, sometimes it depends on where things are placed." Li Cheng was interrupted by a violent slamming of the door just in the middle of what he said.

The old godfather rushed out angrily with John in his arms, pointed at Li Cheng's nose and cursed:

"You bastard, if you don't listen to me, look! Look! This is the result! For the sake of a better education for the children, this is the result!"

The old godfather burst into a rare rage. He picked up John and pointed at his back. A purple bruise suddenly appeared on the back of the thin John.

"What's going on? What happened?" Betty rushed over to check on Little John's injuries.

Li Cheng's scalp instantly felt numb, and anger was rising.

"I told you that it would be easier to take care of me if I stayed closer, but it's better for you to say that for the sake of the future of the child, the future is so stupid! If we meet in two weeks, the child will be bullied to death, and you don't even know about it!"

The old godfather pointed at Li Cheng's nose angrily, ready to step forward and beat Li Cheng.

Li Cheng was also angry and jumped up: "Get closer, go to that shabby elementary school? Learn how to be a gangster from others? Isn't it because I'm doing this for my children to learn better?"

After scolding the old godfather, Li Cheng hurriedly checked the bruises on John's back. It looked like the bruises had been there for several days. John had been enduring it, and even when he picked him up, he happily didn't say anything. Li Cheng felt sorry for him. His eyes were red.

Not caring about concealing anything, he waved his right hand, and mysterious ripples were drawn across it. A bottle of healing potion with a yellow halo appeared in his hand. Under the control of Wu Li, part of it flew out directly and was applied to the bruise, leaving the rest directly put it into John's hand and urged him to drink it.

"John, where is the amulet I gave you? Why didn't you take it with you?"

Li Cheng looked at the silver chain under John's neck and reached out with his right hand. What he pulled out was not a purple amulet, but a silver cross.

"Who changed it, ah? Is it the old godfather? It's the amulet I used to protect John. Why are you changing it randomly?" Li Cheng looked at Old Mike with an unhappy look on his face.

The old godfather's suppressed anger exploded in an instant. He took off his slippers and slapped Li Cheng on the head: "You brat came here to accuse me. I'll beat you to death, you little brat. I told you not to choose a good school. If you dare to talk back, I will make you look down on God." The old godfather said as he slapped Li Cheng with his slippers, making Li Cheng unable to dodge.

"Why, why don't you look down on him? You even gave him a cross to keep him safe. John was injured and he didn't even fart." Li Cheng argued, squeezing his neck.

"If the Buddha doesn't save everyone, why do you still want to get something for nothing? You didn't choose a bad school. I'll beat you to death today." Old Mike said, picking up the other slipper from his feet.

"What do God's affairs have to do with Buddha and the old man? Even if you beat me to death, I will loudly complain with a rotten voice!"

"That's enough! Stop making noises! Just keep making noises when you don't understand anything. Be quiet and ask John what's going on first!"

Betty, who was holding little John in her arms, gently wiped the tears on John's face, whispered a few words of comfort, and then gently asked John what the injury was.

Li Cheng and Old Mike also stopped and looked at John who was sobbing quietly.

"Brother, grandpa, stop arguing. It's all a misunderstanding."

Only after John's choked words rang out, the raging sound of the kitchen faucet stopped, and Ajie rushed out with a basin in his hands in joy.

"Ah hoo ~ finish washing and call it a day~ Dear friends, give me a good review. If you don't believe me, look at this basin. It's big, round, and this one is bright."

Ajie looked at the silent atmosphere around him, his loud words became smaller and smaller, and he became more and more hesitant.

"What's going on?" Ajie scratched his head and asked.

"Shut up!!!" x3