The Thai boxer raised his chin, tilted his neck, and poked his finger at Fang Zong's nose: "You little bastard, what kind of hero are you, relying on your powerful bodyguards!"
Fang Zong: ...He held up three fingers.
Still thirty seconds?
What's the meaning!
Yang Tiesheng glanced at the wounded scattered on the ground, his bear-like body trembling slightly.
There were seven or eight people who were injured by the punches. Judging from the degree of their bodies being twisted, some had broken arms, some had broken legs, and some had bruises on their faces, with their jaws clearly broken...
Fang Zong meant to give him thirty seconds to let the Thai boxer experience all these injuries!
That's ruthless and overprotective!
Isn't that a bit too much?
so……
Yang Tiesheng clenched his fists and walked over with a sinister grin.
Thirty seconds later, the food truck departed on time.
Chinatown isn't very big, but it's not small either. Fifteen minutes later, we stopped at the entrance of a fairly large courtyard.
With the introduction of a middle-aged man, Fang Zong and Yang Tiesheng went straight in, but as soon as they entered, Fang Zong's eyes turned red.
This is a courtyard built entirely in the style of ancient Eastern China.
Its moss-covered walls, its flowing streams, its white bricks and black tiles, its narrow stone alleys and dimly lit courtyards—everywhere touched Fang Zong's heart.
Unlike the exquisite and luxurious Chinese restaurants that are designed entirely for foreigners, this is a place where people can actually live!
"Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?" came the voice of the Eastern Kingdom from the main hall.
A gaunt old man, barely reaching Fang Zong's shoulder, came out to greet them. Fang Zong paused for a moment, then extended his hand: "Boss Xiao?"
"It is indeed me." The other person did not shake hands, but clasped his hands in a fist salute.
Fang Zong: "..."
He thought that the so-called Boss Xiao was similar to the great hero in his mind, but the difference was quite large.
Fang Zong told Yang Tiesheng to wait outside, and then went inside with Boss Xiao.
The host and guests took their seats.
Old Master Xiao, with a flourish, picked up his teacup and took a sip: "Yang Xiaoliu..."
Mentioning this name, Boss Xiao's lips twitched: "He mentioned you, but if you need help, life isn't easy for us in a foreign country."
Fang Zong noticed that when Boss Xiao was speaking, he rubbed his fingers together vigorously, then rubbed them again.
That skinny old man who's obsessed with money!
Fang Zong's expression remained unchanged as he took a sip of tea. "As for money, I don't have much, but I don't need any help either. I just want to know some special details, such as information on the four strongest ghosts in San Francisco."
The four strongest are all in the FBI's files: a water ghost, a slut, a playboy, and finally, there's a particularly mysterious guy.
However, Fang Zong unexpectedly discovered that there was no specific location. The places that were written on the electronic data had been covered up with wavy lines, and he didn't want to ask about them.
"No money, no deal!" Boss Xiao put down his teacup, his voice heavy and resounding.
Fang Zong laughed and took out his phone: "Hello, is this 911?"
"What are you going to do?" Boss Xiao asked anxiously.
Fang Zong replied matter-of-factly, "Call the police!"
"No, put it down, put it down quickly!" Boss Xiao gave a bitter laugh several times, his face full of frustration.
Then he grinned and grimaced.
Fang Zong is an FBI agent. If he calls the police, then Boss Xiao probably thinks his territory will be raided every three days, and every five days, it will be raided more frequently.
Given Fang Zong's current status, a dozen or so special agents might come and use this place as a hotel.
Stake him! Stake him! Stake him to death!
"Alright, ask away, I promise not a single word of what we said will get out!"
Boss Xiao obediently admitted defeat.
Ten minutes later, Fang Zong felt completely at home and left satisfied. Boss Xiao was all smiles and practically beating the plague away.
"Sir!" Yang Tiesheng greeted him in the courtyard.
Fang Zong glanced at Yang Tiesheng and said to Xiao Laoda, "Today I saw my compatriots suffering losses, and it pained me deeply."
Boss Xiao: ...What did you say?
Fang Zong said with a serious expression, "You need help."
No, I don't need help!
That's a joke. If he can access FBI intelligence, why would Boss Xiao be afraid of other gangs? That's just his strategy: to keep a low profile, to remain silent until he makes a stunning move!
What's a little grievance? It's not like he's the one suffering.
"No, you need help!" Fang Zong's eyes narrowed, and he smiled particularly happily.
Boss Xiao: "..."
...
Fang Zong left, while Yang Tiesheng stayed with the Xiao family gang.
If Fang Zong wanted to do something, it would be better to ask Peter directly than to have Yang Tiesheng accompany him. Besides, he didn't agree with the skinny old man's way of doing things.
When your compatriots are beaten, do you think it's you who lose face?
Brother, I'm not exactly smug either!
Boss Xiao didn't know much about the four ghosts, but he provided a very strange location.
About two years ago, San Francisco began expansion and renovation. Old buildings in the suburbs were demolished, roads were widened, and all the old sycamore trees on both sides of the sidewalks were cut down. The roads could be doubled in size. But surprisingly, the development of Blackwater Lake in the western suburbs was suddenly halted, and military blockade signs were put up.
Fang Zong drove his food truck and arrived at a wide, flat concrete road just before nightfall. Small trees lined the roadside, and the scenery was nice, but there were no cars coming and going, making it very quiet.
The road abruptly ends in the woods ahead, where shadowy figures loom and a chilling wind blows, creating a terrifying and unsettling atmosphere that makes one's blood run cold.
The wind whispered like a gentle murmur, as if trying to guide Fang Zong.
"That sound is strange," Ninth Sister said.
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