Chapter 875 Didn’t you ask, who is the father on this street in Beverly!
After hearing Wang Ranran's words, Jiang Fang was confused...
Your brother is reasonable, but others are not! ! !
Jiang Fang looked at Ji Ranqing again. She wanted him to follow him outside and have a look, so as to help Qin Chuan become more courageous.
But at this time, Ji Ranqing was concentrating on writing and drawing in a notebook, as if he was isolated from the world.
Jiang Fang took a closer look and saw a few words written crookedly in the book.
[Analysis of restaurant show-off routines...]
Jiang Fang "??????"
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Los Santos, Beverly Hills, in front of the SAP restaurant.
Qin Chuan walked slowly outside the house. At this time, the door was full of strong black men.
Nine of them were wearing black clothes and black trousers, and they looked fierce.
There was only one who had a normal body shape, wore black and gold colored clothes and had an extremely exaggerated expression.
Looking at his position, Qin Chuan knew that the man in the middle was the cowboy dad.
Just as Qin Chuan was sizing up the other party, a figure walked behind several strong men and went straight back to the Lincoln Navigator, seemingly deliberately avoiding Qin Chuan.
The cowboy father frowned, arrogantly holding the golden desert eagle in his hand and scratching his head.
Suddenly, he pulled the waiter over and put his arms around his head.
"You said...he stole my position?"
The waiter only dared to nod and did not dare to say a word.
After all, he couldn't afford to offend Cowboy Daddy.
He couldn't afford to offend Qin Chuan, who had American Centurion Black Gold Card in front of him.
The cowboy dad kicked the waiter away.
Then he burst into laughter, and the bodyguard beside him also laughed.
"Hahahaha, what an interesting day. I was actually robbed of my seat by a Chinese. Hahahahaha... Chinese... hahahaha..."
The cowboy dad smiled and looked Qin Chuan up and down.
After seeing Qin Chuan's clothes, especially the accessories on his hands.
He was a little jealous and a little unhappy.
"When can Chinese people afford such expensive watches and wear such good clothes? Your boy is fair and fair. Could it be that he went to the United States to sell his ass?"
Cowboy Daddy is the top gangster rapper in the United States.
No matter what he does, he likes to turn normal speech into rap freestyle.
When the bodyguard next to him heard this, he nodded in agreement, smiled, and started to create an atmosphere group.
"Before you took my position, didn't you ask me who the father is on this street in Beverly!"
The cowboy dad smiled and winked at the bodyguard beside him.
The other party suddenly took a step forward.
Then he took out a pistol from his arms.
The muzzle of his gun was pointed directly at Qin Chuan's temple.
Just when the bodyguard pointed his gun at Qin Chuan, the expression on the cowboy's father's face became ruthless.
He said coldly, "You fucking Chinese, you came to our American territory without saying hello to me first. You actually dare to confront me. You are very brave. You know you have opposed me before." What will happen to everyone? You embarrassed me in front of so many people today. What do you think I should do about this?"
Qin Chuan glanced sideways at the cowboy daddy.
"What do you want?"
"Hahahaha, what do I want to do? It's very simple, you have money! Okay, you pay me 10 billion US dollars!"
"$10 billion?"
The cowboy dad thought Qin Chuan was scared.
After all, who can have a gun pointed at their temple without panicking?
"Of course one billion dollars is not enough. You have to learn how to crawl like a dog! From the streets of this street, crawl to the end of the street. Every time you climb, you will bark like a dog. Until I hear it happily, I can spare you."
Several bodyguards chuckled when they heard this.
"Dad, where did you learn your tricks? They are always so new."
"Last time I asked a woman to run around naked. This time I asked a man to crawl like a dog."
"Daddy Cowboy is so talented!"
The compliments of several bodyguards made the cowboy father very proud.
When a person has a certain amount of power and money.
The threshold of psychological pleasure will rise, and then people will find ways to torture people and gain pleasure.
"What if I don't do this?" Qin Chuan's sudden words interrupted the cowboy dad and others.
The cowboy dad didn't expect Qin Chuan to be so arrogant. "Chinese, you probably don't know how powerful my cowboy dad is in Los Santos."
"What kind of power do you have in Los Santos?"
The cowboy dad was a little surprised. The bodyguard's gun was clearly aimed at the Chinese man.
Why was he not afraid at all? He could even chat with himself calmly.
"Chinese, I know you have some money and some ability. But this is the American country of Los Santos, not your country of China. Even if I kill you here, no one will bother me."
"Kill me?"
Qin Chuan looked around at the bodyguards beside the cowboy father, then snorted coldly and said
"Just them?"
"What a big tone. They are not enough to deal with you?"
When the bodyguards heard this, they crossed their arms and their biceps as big as balloons continued to expand.
The cowboy dad snorted, "If my brothers are not enough, then do you think the Black Shadow Alliance, Blood Wolf Gang, Order of the Phoenix, Brotherhood and Glory of Los Santos are enough?"
When Cowboy Dad names the five major gangs.
The waiters and restaurant security guards nearby were trembling with fear.
These five major gangs are like the gods of death in Los Santos.
Anyone who offends them will be killed, or his whole family will be killed.
Mention the names of these five gangs, so to speak.
It is the child who stops crying at night and the widow who dares not go shopping.
But even under such intimidation, Qin Chuan remained calm.
He looked disdainful and asked in a questioning tone, "That's it? Are there any other forces that haven't been mentioned?"
The cowboy dad was stunned. He didn't expect that he would use the names of the five major gangs.
This Chinese man actually remained calm.
"Fake, you are really good at pretending to be Chinese. Looking at your small body, I don't need the five major gangs."
The cowboy father winked at the bodyguard, indicating that he should teach the Chinese man a lesson.
The bodyguard held the butt of the gun and hit Qin Chuan on the head.
A strong black man, two meters tall and weighing nearly three hundred pounds, hit the man on the head with the butt of a pistol.
This force is no different from a howitzer.
But just when the strong man accumulated strength and fell.
His hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, motionless, as if it was tightly restrained by an iron chain.
Qin Chuan raised his hand and pinched the strong man's wrist with his index finger and thumb like a chicken.
The scene in front of him was contrary to the common sense of physics, and the cowboy dad was confused.
The bodyguards beside him were also stunned.
The waiter at the SAP restaurant was dumbfounded.
Just the physical strength of a bodyguard.
When he struck out, boxing champion Tyson had to press F to dodge.
But it was such a powerful blow.
Easily manipulated by a Chinese.
Such a terrifying scene, everyone at the scene was stunned.
