Noticing Jiang Cheng's gaze, Johansson explained to him, "Cheng Ge, he is one of the six leaders of Martin Luther. His name is' Rice '. I heard that he is the most timid one. Every time, he doesn't dare to leave the 18th district without bringing a large number of people."
Jiang Cheng nodded.
"Haha, Lin Yu, slow down. There is still meat on the bone!" Jing Long said to Lin Yu with a smile.
Lin Yu ignored Jing Long and continued to eat. At the same time, she grabbed a piece of roast duck and brought it to Jiang Cheng's face with her greasy hands. She pouted as if she wanted to share it with Jiang Cheng. However, her mouth was stuffed with food, so she spoke in a strange tone. Jiang Cheng could only hear a series of "Mmm, mmm, mmm", but no one knew what she was saying.
Jiang Shan's mouth curved into a wry smile. He couldn't bear to reject Lin Yu's kindness, so he picked up the roast duck in her hand with chopsticks and put it in his mouth slowly to taste.
The atmosphere at Jiang Can's table was very good, but the atmosphere around them was not so good. One by one, the black people looked at them. The boss of the restaurant didn't serve them any food, so they could only watch Jiang Cheng and the others chatting and laughing at the side, eating delicious food as if there was no one else around. All of them frowned.
Suddenly, the black leader named Rice stood up and walked to the table where Jiang Cheng and the others were. The other black people looked at this scene with a smile, as if they had already expected what would happen next.
The people at Jiang Cheng's table all noticed this change. Johansson's expression changed. He turned his head to look at Jiang Cheng. He saw that Jiang Cheng was still eating and drinking as usual with a calm face. The others also looked as usual.
"Hurry up and eat. Otherwise, we won't have anything to eat later," Jing Long said softly to everyone as he ate very quickly.
Rice walked up to the crowd. Johnson was the only one who paused. No one raised their heads to look at him. His eyes scanned the crowd a few times and finally fell on the dishes on the table. Without saying a word, he grabbed the Peking Duck on the table with both hands, tore off the remaining leg, and put it in his mouth. Then, he turned around and threw the rest of the Peking Duck to the surrounding African Americans.
"Oh!" One of the black men caught it in his hand. Immediately, the other black men came over and fought over it, laughing and joking.
Rice scanned the table again and reached for another dish. He picked it up from the table and passed it to the black man beside him.
Sitting at the table, Jiang Cheng and the others did not speak. They all stopped moving and watched Rice's large hands take away one dish after another from the table with different expressions on their faces …
The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up.
Lin Yu was extremely dissatisfied.
Jing Long was extremely depressed.
Zhuge Liuyun frowned slightly.
As for Johnson, he was the last one standing. He was panicking.
Now, if anyone were to make a move, they would have to fight with more than a hundred black men. Just as Rice raised his hand to examine another dish, Lin Yu suddenly made a move. She grabbed a chopstick from the side of the table and stabbed it viciously at the back of Rice's hand that was holding the dish!
"Ah!" Rice screamed and took a few steps back. His left hand trembled uncontrollably in front of him. The chopstick had pierced through the back of his hand, and the tip of the chopstick had come out of his palm!
Just now, he was smiling as he served the dish, thinking that these Asians would not dare to resist. But in the next second, one of them made a move. Moreover, it was a girl, and her attack was so vicious!
"Thud, thud, thud …" The surrounding African Americans who had been eating, drinking, and enjoying themselves were all shocked. One by one, they stood up and looked at Jiang Cheng with a gloomy expression.
More than 100 African Americans all stood up. The hall on the second floor immediately looked like a forest of tall buildings. The feeling of a tiger eyeing its prey was like that of an impending storm.
Rice grabbed his trembling left hand and looked at the bloody hole the chopstick had made. He did not have the courage to pull the chopstick out. He glared fiercely at Lin Yu and raised his leg to kick her.
"Bam!" Rice's leg had just stretched out when the smiling Jing Long, who was sitting beside him, grabbed his ankle. Jing Long grabbed his ankle and raised it high, making him stand on one leg. Then, he suddenly kicked the knee of the leg that was standing on the ground. Rice knelt on one leg. With a crisp "pa" sound, he knelt on the marble floor.
"Ugh!" Rice screamed in pain and his body fell forward uncontrollably.
Without waiting for him to fall, Jing Long threw his right leg to the side. He reached forward with his right hand and grabbed Rice's neck. He spun his body around and wrapped his arms around Rice's neck. With a twist, he turned Rice around to face his brothers.
"Don't f * cking come over, or I'll kill him!" Jing Long laughed and shouted at the African Americans who were about to rush over.
When Johnson saw this, he stared at Jing Long in shock. Then, he shouted at the African Americans in French, "Don't come over, or I'll kill him!"
The surrounding African Americans immediately stopped moving. They did not rush over, but they did not stay idle either. One by one, they took out all kinds of weapons from their bodies or from beside the dining table and glared at them.
Jiang Cheng picked up a mouthful of food and chewed it slowly. He did not even raise his eyebrows.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Rice, who was being held by Jing Long from behind, kept making all kinds of strange moans. He even mumbled a few words in French, but no one could understand what he was saying.
"Shut up!" Jing Long was annoyed listening to him. He raised his hand and slapped Rice's mouth. Slap! Half of Rice's mouth was swollen from the slap, and two streaks of blood spurted from his nose.
The surrounding African Americans became restless, but no one dashed forward recklessly.
"Cheng Ge, what should we do with this man?" Jing Long asked Jiang Cheng with a smile. His tone was a little cold. He held Rice's chin with one hand and his forehead with the other. He was waiting for Jiang Cheng to give the order, and then he would finish him off with a crack …
"Let him go. We've just arrived in Europe. Don't cause too much trouble." Jiang Cheng put down his chopsticks. If he killed Rice, the police and the mafia would investigate him severely. He stood up and said to Lin Yu, Zhuge Liuyun, and Johansson, "Eat your fill. If you're full, let's go."
They all stood up together.
The surrounding African Americans all raised their weapons high and sealed off all the exits. They looked at Jiang Cheng and the others with fierce eyes.
Jiang Cheng quickly walked to the window and kicked it. The tempered glass of the window was instantly shattered. He jumped down from the window and landed on the ground. He did a forward somersault to ease the impact of the jump. Half-squatting and half-kneeling on the ground, he raised his head and looked at the window on the second floor.
Following closely behind Jiang Cheng were Lin Yu, Zhuge Liuyun, and Johansson. They all jumped down from the window on the second floor. The height of the second floor was not much of a challenge for them.
When the African Americans on the second floor saw Jiang Cheng jump down, there was a commotion. Immediately, a few of them grabbed the tables and chairs and rushed up, wanting to stop the others by the window.
"Don't come over!" Jing Long roared. He was extremely imposing and immediately stunned the people around him. The African Americans, who had wanted to rush to the window, immediately stopped.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jing Long saw that Jiang Cheng and the others had all jumped down from the second floor. He let out a chuckle and slowly retreated to the window. He had just taken two steps when he raised his foot and gave Rice a hard shove on the back. Rice was pushed to the ground and slid a meter or two forward. Jing Long turned around and jumped down from the second floor. He landed elegantly beside Jiang Cheng and the others.
"Let's go!" Jiang Cheng said to the others.
The few of them quickly ran toward East Street. They squeezed through the crowd and ran quickly. After running for about 100 meters, under Johansson's lead, the few of them entered an alley and finally managed to shake off the African Americans who were chasing them.
After sprinting through the alleyway for a while, they arrived at a safe location. After confirming that no one would follow them, they slowed down their footsteps and panted heavily. This was especially so for Zhuge Liu Yun. His physique was the weakest among them and he almost collapsed from exhaustion. After resting for a long time, he then continued to walk forward.
"Johansson, the guy who got beaten up earlier, how long do you think it will take for him to find us?" Jiang Cheng asked Johansson as he strolled forward. Johansson thought for a moment.
"Well … it's hard to say. I'm not famous on West Street, and very few people know me. However, there were so many people at the time, so it wouldn't be strange for one or two people to recognize me. However, I don't think they'll be in a hurry to take revenge. Rice was just beaten up. This kind of thing often happens between the Red Gloves and the Martin Gang. Perhaps they'll think that Cheng Ge is a hired thug from Asia."
Jiang Cheng nodded. "That's good. Tomorrow, have the brothers clean up the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall. We have to make sure that this place won't be ambushed."
After this incident, Jiang Cheng had a better understanding of the Martin Gang's strength. If the brothers he had brought out from China fought against these black people, they should be able to take on two or even three people at once. This was an elite troop, and elite troops couldn't be used to fight with small pawns.
When they returned to the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall, many of the brothers from the Lung Hing Society had already returned. When they heard the scene of Jing Long fighting Batiste and the Martin Gang, they were all excited and eager to try. Jiang Cheng had no choice but to scold them. If they let these guys fight for territory, it might be effective in the early stages, but they would offend a lot of people later on.
Jiang Cheng called Zhuge Liuyun to his side. "Brother Zhuge, I'll leave this stronghold to you. Tomorrow, find a few houses nearby for our brothers to live in. Remember, keep them close to each other and form a triangle. If any one of them is attacked, as long as the brothers inside can handle it, the other two will immediately go to the rescue!"
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