Chapter 38 Water Belly Snake

"Gulu."

Swallowed.

Shamik used the dim lights of the nightclub to carefully reach the second floor of Harlem Paradise.

"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 jump, and couldn't help but curse.

He suppressed his excitement and continued walking inside. There were several men dressed as bodyguards standing on the second floor, which made Shamik subconsciously worry. He was lucky enough and did not attract the attention of many people. Following the corridor on the second floor, Shamik came to a place that was obviously an office.

The Martin he had seen before was inside.

"I never like to beat around the bush, so tell me, what happened?"

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

"We met a man who..."

"Ah, ah~" stretched out his hand to interrupt Martin's explanation. Cornell turned to look at the eye-catching crown on the "Mr. Notorious" poster behind him: "I don't need to hear too many excuses or explanations. I spend money. I want you to do things for me, instead of listening to you complain like a bitch in front of me."

"It's a yellow guy. He's wearing a red sweatshirt and a pair of broken sneakers."

Subconsciously raising his eyebrows, Cornell looked at the huge Martin in front of him: "So, he will give it to a group of you by himself?"

"He was very powerful. He kicked me away with one kick."

Cornell sat back in his chair, was silent for a while, and then said: "One kick?"

"We found a little mouse."

At this time, the door to the room was opened, and the bodyguard grabbed Shamik and walked in.

Martin: "Shamik?"

Cornell: "You know him?"

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

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

"I was just checking in. Really, I'm Dante's friend and I play on your team."

Facing Connell's thoughtful gaze, Shamik swallowed unconsciously.

"Then boy, I can only say that it's a pity that there are some places in this world where you can't look around casually, such as here." He stretched out his hand and gestured to the bodyguard standing behind Shamik, and Cornell resumed He turned his attention back to Martin and the others in front of him.

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

Foreseeing what he might encounter next, Shamik quickly struggled in the hands of the bodyguard and shouted.

"Stop for a moment."

Raising his hand to stop the bodyguard's movements, Connell turned his attention to Shamik again.

"Tell me, who is that guy?"

…

"There is a small room on the third floor of the restaurant. It was originally a storage room, but you can temporarily use it as your bedroom."

Late at night, the Chinese restaurant is closed.

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

"Also, try not to go out at night. The security in Harlem is not very good, especially late at night. Many black people without jobs like to wander the streets. They like to rob other people like you. .”

Although she had a straight face, Mrs. Connie also gave Li Ran a few instructions.

"It's not easy for a person to go abroad. Although I don't know why you came to the United States, but since you are here, work hard. At least you can survive here. Although the salary in the restaurant is not much, at least It can ensure that you have three meals and you will not go hungry.

"

"Thanks."

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

boom--

However, the warm moment did not last long. Soon there was a knocking sound from the door, and several black gangsters holding baseball bats rushed in.

"I'm sorry, we've already..."

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

"what happened?"

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

Clang——

He smashed the ceramic jars placed in the store with a stick. A black man who clearly looked like he was 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?"

"There's no problem with my English."

Facing the menacing black gangsters, the man protected his wife behind him and replied.

"Well, say it to Cornell Stokes and Mariah Dillard, you donate your money to build a new Harlem 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, comparable to that of Hell's Kitchen.

Facing the threat of black gangsters, although the male owner of the Chinese restaurant was scared, he still firmly refused: "This Chinese restaurant belongs to me, and this building was obtained by my father's hard work." He told Cornell Stock And Maria Dillard, I will not donate money to them, we did not vote for Maria Dillard to do this kind of thing."

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

Hearing the rejection from the male host, the faces of several black people suddenly changed. The leader raised his baseball bat and pointed it at the two old men. He said word by word: "I don't have the habit of respecting the old and caring for the young, so , Old guys, please take out your money while we are still talking."

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

Li Ran has been watching from the side, and he is absolutely sure that it is time for him to appear.

"Axing!"

Hearing Li Ran speak, Mrs. Connie on the side quickly shouted, trying to stop him.

However, it was obvious that several black gangsters on the opposite side had noticed Li Ran standing next to them.

"What are you talking about?" After picking his own ears, a black man close to Li Ran put a baseball bat behind him and asked, "I didn't understand clearly just now. Maybe you can repeat what you said." Once?"

"I said, they have..." Li Ran silently glanced at the baseball bat behind the black man, and replied without changing his expression.

Before Li Ran could finish repeating what he said, the black man standing opposite him suddenly changed his expression, swung the baseball bat behind him and hit Li Ran opposite him.