Chapter 38: Water Belly Snake

"Gollum."

Swallowed.

Shamik carefully came to the second floor of Harlem Paradise by the dim lights of the nightclub.

"Shit, this is the real Harlem paradise, this is what I want!" Shamik dared to look down at the scene on the first floor from the second floor, and couldn't help but let out a foul language.

After restraining his excitement, he continued to walk in. There were several men on the second floor who were clearly dressed as bodyguards, which made Shamick subconsciously raise his heart. He was lucky enough to not attract the attention of a few people. Following the corridor on the second floor, Shamiq came to a place with an obvious office.

The Martin he had seen earlier was inside.

"I've never liked to go around, so tell me, what happened?"

Standing in front of the huge poster of "Mr. Notorious", Cornell looked at Martin and the others with straps in front of him, and asked with interest.

"We met a man who..."

"Ah, ah~" reaching out to interrupt Martin's explanation, Cornell turned to look at the dazzling crown on the poster of "Mr. Notorious" behind him: "I don't need to listen to too many excuses or explanations, I spend money It's for you to do things for me, not to listen to you complaining like a bitch in front of me."

"It's a yellow guy, he's wearing a red singlet and a pair of broken sneakers."

Raising his eyebrows subconsciously, Cornell looked at Martin, who was so big in front of him: "So, he will give you a group of people by himself?"

"He's so good, he kicked me off with one kick."

Cornell sat back in his chair and was silent for a while before saying, "One kick?"

"We found a little mouse."

At this moment, the door of the room was opened, and the bodyguard grabbed Shamick and walked in.

Martin: "Samick?"

Cornell: "You know him?"

Martin: "No, we don't know each other very well."

Nodding and looking away, Cornell looked at Shamick in front of him and leaned forward slightly: "Then, tell me boy, what are you doing at the door of my office."

"I'm just looking around, really, I'm a friend of Dante, and I'm still playing on your team."

Facing Cornell's deep eyes, Shamic swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

"So boy, I can only say that I'm sorry, there are some places in this world that you can't just look at, such as here." He reached out and gestured to the bodyguard standing behind Shamic, Cornell restarted He turned his attention back to Martin and the others in front of him.

"Wait a minute, I know who that yellow man is, I saw him during the day!"

Anticipating what he might encounter next, Shamik hurriedly struggled in the hands of the bodyguards and shouted.

"Stop first."

Raising his hand to stop the bodyguard's movements, Cornell moved his gaze to Shamick again.

"Tell me, who the hell is that guy?"

...

"There's a small room on the third floor of the restaurant, originally a storage room, but you can use it as your own bedroom for now."

In the middle of the night, the Chinese restaurant is closed.

Mrs. Connie said to Li Ran who was arranging in the restaurant.

"Also, try not to haunt at night, the law and order in Harlem is not very good, especially in the middle of the night, many black people without jobs like to roam the streets, and they like to rob other people of color like you. ."

Although she had a straight face, Mrs. Connie also asked Li Ran a few words.

"It's not easy to go abroad alone, although I don't know why you came to the United States,

But since you are here, work hard, and at least allow yourself to survive here. Although the salary in the restaurant is not much, you can at least ensure that you have three meals so that you will not be hungry. "

"thanks."

Although Li Ran's part-time work in a Chinese restaurant was destined to not be too long, the kindness shown by Mrs. Connie still made him feel a little warm.

boom--

However, the warm moment did not last long, and soon there was a knocking sound from the door, and several black thugs with baseball bats rushed in carelessly.

"Sorry, we've..."

Seeing a few guys breaking in, Li Ran was about to say something when he was pulled down by Mrs. Connie who was standing beside him.

"what happened?"

In the kitchen, the male owner of the Chinese restaurant, a middle-aged Chinese man with black hair and yellow skin, came out.

bang-

A stick smashed the ceramic jars placed in the store. A black man who was obviously taking the lead looked at the three people in the Chinese restaurant and asked in a disdainful tone: "How long have you been in this country, have you learned to speak English?"

"My English is fine."

In the face of the menacing black gangsters, the male host kept his wife behind and replied.

"Then, say to Cornell Stokes and Maria Dillard, to build the new Harlem, donate money and we'll go."

On the side, Li Ran had already figured out the situation. It was obvious that these gangsters who broke in were here to collect money.

It seems that the security situation in Harlem is not very good, and it is on par with Hell's Kitchen.

Faced with the threat of black gangsters, although the man of the Chinese restaurant was afraid, he still firmly refused: "This Chinese restaurant is mine, and this building was acquired by my father, telling Cornell Stocker. Thomas and Maria Dillard, I'm not giving them money, we're voting for Maria Dillard, not for her to do this kind of thing."

"Obviously, old man, you haven't figured it out yet."

Hearing the male host's refusal, the blacks suddenly changed their faces, and the leader raised the baseball bat in his hand at the two old people, saying word by word: "I don't have any habit of respecting the old and loving the young, so , old guys, take advantage of the time when we are still talking, and give me the money obediently."

"I think they've made it clear enough."

Watching him all the time, Li Ran absolutely, it's time for him to appear.

"Axing!"

Hearing Li Ran speak, Mrs. Connie, who was beside her, hurriedly shouted, trying to stop him.

However, obviously, the black gangsters on the opposite side have noticed Li Ran next to him.

"What are you talking about?" After digging out his ears, a black man who was close to Li Ran put the baseball bat behind him and asked, "I wasn't quite clear just now, maybe you can repeat the words again. once?"

"I said, they've already..." Li Ran replied without changing his expression, glancing silently at the baseball bat behind the black man.

Before Li Ran could finish repeating his words, the black man standing opposite him suddenly changed his face, waving the baseball bat behind him and smashing it at Li Ran opposite him.