Jiang Cheng turned around and saw a beautiful blonde French girl standing behind him. She was looking at him with a bright smile and clapping her hands. There were also two tall bodyguards in suits and sunglasses standing behind her.
The girl was about 15 or 16 years old and was very beautiful. She had waist-length light blonde hair and delicate facial features. She was about 1.65 meters tall and had a slender figure. The most eye-catching thing about her was her eyes. Her long black eyelashes were especially charming, as if she had applied a little black eyeshadow. Her upscale attire and temperament gave people the feeling of a French noble girl.
She was carrying a black backpack, which looked like her school bag. She was wearing a loose black shirt, which was really loose, which made her hands look like the wings of a bat. Her clothes were loose, as if they were her wings. Such loose clothes made her look even more petite, and it was impossible to find her hiding in the clothes.
"Meow, meow, meow …" The French girl grinned at Jiang Cheng and said something in French.
Jiang Cheng was confused and couldn't understand. He looked at Johansson beside him.
Johansson immediately came forward. After hearing the French girl say a few words, he faintly smiled and said to Jiang Cheng, "Cheng Ge, she said that her name is Alice and she wants to be friends with you. She hopes that you can give her a phone number." Johansson looked at Jiang Cheng with a smile that wasn't a smile.
The brothers next to him also looked over with the same faint smile. After all, Jiang Cheng had just said that whoever struck up a conversation with a girl would be punished with 30 push-ups.
"Johansson, tell her that I'm a Chinese and will be returning to China soon. I don't understand French, so I'm sorry that I can't call her." Jiang Cheng forced a smile and said to Johansson.
Johansson tilted his head and said a few words to the girl. A trace of disappointment appeared on the girl's face, but she immediately changed the topic and said to Jiang Cheng with a surprised expression.
"Oh, oh! China Kung Fu! As she spoke, her slender little hand stuck up her thumb and moved closer to Jiang Cheng's face, as if she wanted to touch his cheek.
Jiang Cheng smiled and gently took half a step back.
The French girl couldn't touch his cheek. She pouted and snorted with some dissatisfaction. Then, she took off the black backpack and took out a pen and paper from it. She tore a small piece of paper from a book and wrote something with the pen. She grabbed the paper and handed it to Jiang Cheng with a smile. At the same time, she said a few words to Johansson.
After Johansson heard it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and said to Jiang Cheng, "Brother Cheng, she said that you can call her when you are in France. She wants to go on a date with you, and she will bear all the expenses. Call her at any time and she will come."
Jiang Cheng looked at the smiling, beautiful French girl in front of him, and the white note in her slender hands. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded with a smile and took the note from her hands.
The French girl smiled even sweeter. She waved at Jiang Cheng and made a cute goodbye gesture. Then, she turned and walked toward the commercial street in the original novel.
A bodyguard followed the French girl and left. The other bodyguard stayed next to Jiang Cheng and Johansson.
The bodyguard was about 1.9 meters tall and had a strong body. After watching the girl leave, he turned back to look at Jiang Cheng and Johansson. He took off his sunglasses and pointed at Jiang Cheng. He said a few words in French to Johansson. His tone was very sharp, as if he was saying something threatening.
Johansson's face changed. He nodded repeatedly. His face gradually turned ugly. Then, the man left, seemingly satisfied.
After the bodyguard in black left, Jiang Cheng asked Johansson curiously, "What did he say to you just now?"
Johansson raised his head and smiled bitterly. "He said, Cheng Ge, you better not make the call. Otherwise, he will kill you. I saw it just now. This man has a gun on his waist. I think it's better to ignore the girl. They seem to be from a gangster family."
The surrounding brothers were in an uproar. Some shouted unhappily, "He told us not to make the call, so we won't. If we are so obedient, who would want to be in the underworld?!"
"That's right! Who does he think he is? We're here to fight for territory. "Another brother echoed.
Jiang Cheng smiled and waved his hand to quiet the brothers. "Okay, anyway, I didn't want to make the call at all." He walked to the trash can at the side, tore the note in his hand into pieces, and threw it into the trash can.
Some of the brothers muttered with some dissatisfaction, "If it were me, I would make the call. Let's see what he can do …"
"That's right. It's a good opportunity to make a name for the Lung Hing Society in Europe …" Another man said.
Jiang Cheng raised his hand to silence his brothers. "Alright, this is just a small interlude in our youth. After we warm up, let's go jogging for a while." Then he turned his head and said to Johansson, "Johansson, you take the lead and show us the surrounding area. Finally, we will go to Batiste's territory. That territory will belong to the Lung Hing Society in the future."
Jiang Cheng's words were very calm, but the brothers who heard him were excited, especially Johansson. His eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded and said, "Okay, everyone, follow me." He took the lead and ran to the entrance of the alley in the distance. He turned his head and waved to the others.
Jiang Cheng smiled faintly and led his brothers to catch up. The twenty or so people lined up and ran forward, looking like a small army training.
Jing Long crossed his arms and watched them leave. He felt a little upset. He turned around and shouted to the brothers in the Jeet Kune Dojo, "Stand up, it's time for training!"
Some of the brothers in the Jeet Kune Dojo who were practicing boxing or other sports all stopped and slowly gathered in front of Jing Long. Even with the members of the French Longxing Division, there were only 30 people. There were 20 Chinese people, 10 French people, and the other 16 people were missing.
Jing Long frowned and asked curiously, "Where are the others?"
Someone walked out of the crowd and said, "Brother Jing Long, Brother Zhuge woke up early in the morning and went out with Lin Yu and the other brothers. I heard that they were looking for a house nearby and wanted to buy some things. He asked you to take care of the house."
Jing Long suddenly felt depressed again. Not only did Jiang Cheng not bring him out, even Brother Zhuge had left with Lin Yu, leaving him here alone. He curled his lips and shouted to the brothers in front of him, "Get ready! I must let Cheng Ge and Brother Zhuge see the results of my training! "
Jing Long's eyes showed a trace of determination. The brothers who were familiar with him suddenly had a bad feeling. Once Jing Long was determined to improve, they would be the ones to suffer.
…
On a small street in the 17th District's commercial street, a group of muscular Asians in sweatshirts were jogging from East Street to West Street. A coffee-colored mixed-race man who was walking at the front introduced them to the man beside him as he jogged.
"Cheng Ge, this is a small street in the East Street Commercial Street. The one next to it is the main road. I am basically in charge of the free parking spaces here. The larger parking lots are managed by the bigger gangs. If you want to do business on this commercial street, you have to have some background in the underworld," Johnson said to Jiang Cheng as he jogged.
"Another ten minutes and we will reach Batiste's territory. He usually plays in the baseball field nearby. I will bring you there directly."
"Okay!" Jiang Cheng and the brothers behind him answered in unison.
The group shouted the running slogan together as they headed towards Batiste's territory. Such a group of people was quite eye-catching. Many passersby on the side of the road looked at them in surprise.
After running for about ten minutes, the group took a few turns on the side street, walked down a flight of stairs, and entered a small park. Zhao Xiao's park was covered in green grass, and the air was quite fresh. It was a large outdoor activity venue with tennis, basketball, soccer, baseball, and other activities. They were all sports facilities that required a large venue.
At this time, the group had stopped and were strolling. Johnson, who was beside Jiang Cheng, pointed to the sports field in front of them and said, "This place is also occupied by Batiste. Everyone who comes here for recreation has to pay a fee. I heard that everyone has to pay 50 euros a month. In front of us is the place where Batiste and a dozen of his brothers and friends often play baseball."
"Oh?" Jiang Cheng looked over and saw a few people playing baseball on the baseball field in the distance. He asked Johnson, who was beside him, "Those people over there should be Batiste and his brothers, right?"
Johnson looked into the distance and said, "I'm not sure, but I think so."
"Let's go and take a look." Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said to the brothers behind him.
Jiang Cheng and his brothers walked for a few minutes and came to a place not far from the few people playing baseball. Batiste was among them. They could hear them talking loudly while playing baseball.
"Anda, let's go to Johnson's place today. We must snatch that piece of land on East Street." Batiste grabbed a baseball bat and stood in the batting position as he shouted to a white youth.
"Boss, I think we should forget about it. Even if we snatch it, it's useless. Johnson and his gang are not to be trifled with." The white youth called Anda grabbed the baseball and threw it at Batiste.
"Bang!" With a loud, crisp sound, the baseball bat in Batiste's hand hit the baseball accurately. He threw the ball high up and hit a home run!
Batiste threw the baseball cap on the ground and said excitedly with a smile, "That's not necessarily true. Among them, only Johnson is slightly stronger. If we cripple him, no one else will dare to compete with us."
After a pause, Batiste continued, "Yesterday was really strange. Where did that Asian come from? If not, yesterday would have been a good opportunity for Johnson alone!"
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