Seeing that these African Americans didn't want to cooperate, Jiang Cheng was so angry that he started laughing. He said to the people around him, "Beat these African Americans up and ask them to bring me to their boss."
When the Zhou Wei Lung Hing Society brothers heard Jiang Cheng's order, some of them grinned hideously. They called out to each other and surrounded the four African Americans from all directions. They pulled out folding sticks, nunchakus, and other similar weapons from their waists. After unfolding their weapons, they slowly approached the four African Americans.
The African Americans became nervous when they saw the people from the Lung Hing Society getting closer. They whispered to each other in French. Then, the four of them looked at Jing Long and Lin Yu, who were blocking the exit of the alley, and revealed an eager expression.
It seemed that they thought that there were seven people on Jiang Cheng's side, and only two people on the other side of the alley. Moreover, they didn't have any weapons. So, they decided to attack Jing Long and Lin Yu. They wanted to defeat them and escape from the other side.
The four African Americans looked at each other. Then, they rushed toward Jing Long and Ye Ting with knives in their hands!
Seeing the four black men charging at him like tigers eyeing their prey, the corners of Jing Long's mouth curled up into a smile. He lightly made a martial arts stance and waved at the black men. Lin Yu, who was beside him, snorted coldly. Her gaze carried a trace of killing intent as she looked at the four black men.
The four African Americans rushed toward Jing Long and Lin Yu. They brandished the daggers in their hands and stabbed toward them! But, in fact, they were only making a feint. They wanted to force Jing Long and Lin Yu to move away from them. That way, they would achieve their goal and they could escape!
But to the surprise of the four African Americans, Jing Long and Lin Yu didn't retreat. The two of them stood there quietly, as if they were waiting for the daggers in the African Americans' hands to come closer.
Suddenly, Jing Long made the first move. Looking at the approaching black man, he lifted his right leg and kicked upwards, hitting the black man's right hand that was holding the knife, sending the knife flying into the sky.
The black man couldn't help but raise his head to look at the saber in the sky, but in that short moment, Jing Long kicked him in the face. The black man screamed and staggered to the side, knocking into another of his companions.
While Jing Long and the black man were fighting, the dagger in the other man's hand was already stabbing towards Lin Yu's chest. But at this moment, Lin Yu's figure also began to sway. With a slight flash, she appeared at the side of the black man. Her body was like a nimble water snake as she dodged the dagger. She leaned close to the black man and pushed away the knife in his hand.
Once Lin Yu moved, she almost flashed past the three African Americans in the blink of an eye. When she appeared behind them, the African Americans didn't know what was going on, but they felt a slight burning sensation on their necks, chests, and backs, as if they had been attacked in an instant.
But then, the three African Americans couldn't help but cover their wounds and groan in pain. They looked at Lin Yu in horror. This Asian girl was too agile, and her speed was too fast!
With a crisp "pa" sound, Jing Long kicked another African American's face.
Although the African American was about 1.9 meters tall, he was still kicked in the face. His body tilted and his footsteps were messy as he retreated. Finally, he leaned against the wall and sat on the ground with a "plop".
In less than thirty seconds, the four African Americans were all injured, and some were even knocked to the ground. They were no match for Jing Long and Lin Yu.
Before these African Americans could get up from the ground, the other brothers of the Lung Hing Society had surrounded the four African Americans. They looked at these African Americans with a disdainful smile and lightly tapped the sticks in their hands. These African Americans were really blind. They actually wanted to run away from Jing Long and Lin Yu.
Jing Long and Lin Yu could be said to be among the best fighters in the Rising Dragon Association. Dealing with a few black hooligans was a piece of cake for them. It was extremely easy ~ ~
Walking forward, Jiang Cheng looked at the four African Americans and said with a smile, "Just let one of them go back and inform them. We will wait here. If he doesn't come back after a long time, I will start to treat his subordinates well …"
Before Jiang Cheng could finish his words, the African American who was kicked away by Jing Long suddenly put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a gun. He raised his hand and pointed it at Jiang Cheng.
"Cheng Ge, watch out!" Jing Long couldn't help but let out a scream.
The African American suddenly pulled the trigger. "Bang!" A loud gunshot was heard, and the bullet was shot out with sparks.
The bullet was almost in front of Jiang Cheng in the blink of an eye. Jiang Cheng didn't have time to think. The moment he saw the African American take out a gun from his pocket and aim it at him, he immediately twisted his body to the side out of conditioned reflex. He only felt an extremely fast bullet pass by his ear, and his ear felt a slight scorching temperature.
Jiang Cheng's face turned cold. If it wasn't for his high vigilance and dodging in time, that bullet would have exploded on his head if it was someone else.
Thinking of this, he felt a lingering fear. Jiang Cheng moved, and like a cheetah, he jumped in front of the African American who was holding the gun. He raised his leg and kicked the wrist of the African American who was holding the gun!
The gun in the African American's hand flew out in an instant. Then, Jiang Cheng kicked his chest, and the African American's back hit the wall with a "bang". Because the impact was too heavy, he coughed a little.
"Johansson, go, bring that gun over and let me have a look." Jiang Cheng gave Johansson a look and said.
Johansson immediately ran into the distance, quickly grabbed the gun, and ran back. He put both hands in front of Jiang Cheng and said respectfully, "Cheng Ge, there are three bullets left in it. It's really strange. This type of gun shouldn't be available in any country. It should have been taken off the market long ago."
Jiang Cheng took the gun from Johansson's hands and held it in his hands to study it. This was a Browning pistol produced after the First World War. In the Browning pistol series, this model had long disappeared. After looking at it for a while, he muttered to himself, "This gun seems to have been specially modified by someone who knows how to make it.
"This gun seems to have been specially modified by someone who knows how to make it. It couldn't have been bought from the market. Someone must have bought the gun materials and made it himself."
After thinking for a while, Jiang Cheng raised his head and looked at the African American who was lying on the ground. "Speak! Was this gun made by your boss? He can actually make a gun himself? " He pointed the gun at the African American's head and said to the others, "If you don't speak, I'll blow his head off."
The three African Americans looked at Jiang Cheng in panic. As for the African American whose head was pointed at by Jiang Cheng, his face immediately turned pale.
"Are you going to speak or not? I'll start counting now. I'll shoot when I count to three," Jiang Cheng said calmly.
"One!"
"Two!" Jiang Cheng's gaze swept across the men in black around him. He saw them struggling and hesitating, but no one said a word.
"Three … Pa da …" Jiang Cheng counted to three, and seeing that no one spoke, he didn't waste any more time. With a dark expression, he reloaded the gun and prepared to shoot!
The African American who had the gun pointed at his head jumped in fright when he heard the voice. He hurriedly raised his hands and begged for mercy. "I'll speak, I'll speak. Yes, it was made by our boss. Our boss is very good at making guns, but the supply channels have been blocked by the Red Gloves. We can't make any more guns."
"Then how many guns does your gang have now?" Jiang Cheng continued asking.
"I-I don't know …" the African American said hesitantly.
Upon hearing that, Jiang Cheng's expression turned ugly. He unlocked the safety of the gun in his hand again, scaring the African American into begging for mercy and explaining.
"No, no, I'm not lying. The others in the gang only have a dozen or so, but Boss … Boss has who knows how many. He's an arms collector to begin with, so no one knows how many guns he has."
Jiang Cheng understood a little as he pointed the gun at his head. "Alright, take me to your boss now, or I'll blow your head off right now."
A struggle flashed across the African American's face, but he nodded. "I-I can't take you to where Boss lives, but I can call him. If he's willing to meet you, he'll be here soon."
"Alright, I'll call him now," Jiang Cheng said to the African American.
The African American's hand trembled slightly as he took out his cell phone from his pocket. He dialed a number and said something on the other end of the phone. At the same time, he was trying to figure out what was going on. After a long time, he hung up the phone and raised his head to look at Jiang Cheng. "He … they're not sure if he can come or not. I … I'll only know after a while."
The African American spoke uneasily, fearing that he would agitate Jiang Cheng and immediately pull the trigger to shoot through his head.
Jiang Cheng smiled and moved the gun away from the African American's head. He said, "Very well, I'll wait here. If he doesn't show up in an hour, the four of you …" He pointed at the African American who was squatting on the ground and continued, "At that time, I might not be able to guarantee your safety."
Jiang Cheng sat down on the edge of the bed and waited quietly. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something and asked the four men in black next to him, "You guys live on West Street, so you should be familiar with the Martin Gang. Have there been any special movements from the Martin Gang recently?"
The four men in black looked at each other. Then, one of them said to Jiang Cheng, "It's nothing special. If I have to say, it's that one of the five leaders of the Martin Gang, Rice, has been seriously injured. I heard that although he's still hospitalized, he's already desperately searching for the whereabouts of those people. It might be the work of a foreign gang."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng and Jing Long looked at each other. It seemed that after Rice was discharged from the hospital, they might really be able to find out about the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall.
Just as Jiang Cheng was casually asking for information from the four men in black, he heard a series of messy and heavy footsteps approaching from outside the alley.
"They're coming!" Jiang Cheng was shocked. He immediately got up from the ground and looked outside the alley.
There was a group of about 30 people standing outside the alley. All of them were African Americans. Most of them had shaved heads, and a few of them had braids. Their bodies were covered in various tattoos, but the most conspicuous one was the mark on each of their arms — a black bat!
The black bat's tattooed body was as black as ink, and its two fangs were extended. It was like a bat that a vampire had transformed into.
"Black Blessing …" Jiang Cheng whispered. That was the name of the gang.
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