America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 33 has some content, but not much.

Many gangs control the streets, taking up to 80% of the profits from their members, or even taking everything. They only give you enough money for food, water, and leafy greens, and control you with drugs. If you don't obey, they will abuse you.

You only take 20%, are you doing charity?

Leo felt as if the other person was an angel sent by God to save him!

Zhang Ailun isn't an angel; he just did what he was supposed to do. But there's no way to judge without comparison. What kind of monsters and demons are the other street organizations?

They bully others by abusing their power, and are disorganized and undisciplined.

Even gang members come together for profit, and their internal forces are not monolithic. Each leader has to be wary of even their own people in the neighborhoods they are in charge of. They might even assassinate their own people for profit sharing and community leader elections.

The world is full of goodwill, and the world is all good.

If you want to grow bigger and stronger, you need to win people over with virtue and force, using both soft and hard tactics. Simply bullying others will not end well; what goes around comes around.

This time, standing up for Dominic and getting revenge was justified and has initially proven effective.

Zhang Ailun also took over a street's territory, gaining an extra $100 in spoils and a Beggar Clan disciple, further increasing his influence in the area.

I was just looking for an excuse to take over some territory when these black guys delivered themselves to my doorstep. Otherwise, people would think that I, Humbert Juan King, was concerned about disrupting the balance of power on the streets, expanding recklessly, and bullying others.

But we were bullied by others first, so we are acting in self-defense!

But who would have thought that little black guy was so weak, so politely handing over his territory?

He's already given it to me, it would be so embarrassing if I didn't take it.

"Leo, are you still able to move?" Zhang Ailun asked.

"Of course," Leo replied immediately.

"Come with me."

Zhang Ailun, in one fell swoop, wanted to get back at the remaining venues.

Although Leo didn't understand what the other party was going to do, he still packed his things, pushed his cart, and followed.

Dominic was blackmailed on a street occupied by Kobe and a few other black men. It didn't have a name, so let's just call it Rio Street from now on.

The group that was being chased and pushed was another group of black men on the street.

Coincidentally, the two streets are not far apart; just past the intersection, it's the street next door.

It seems that Kobe and his friends also knew that group of people, and they got along quite well on a regular basis.

When Zhang Ailun brought Leo over, they saw Kobe and his friends being helped by some black men.

When the black men realized they had been beaten, they were all filled with righteous indignation and wanted to get revenge!

Upon learning that the group had been brutally beaten by a man of Asian descent, they were so enraged that their noses practically twisted into crooks.

He was muttering curses under his breath, while reciting some fluent and elegant Mare Fak street coded language.

"Bro, you're telling me you guys got beaten up by an Asian guy? WTF!! How can you be so spineless?"

The few black men who had never been beaten had no idea what they were about to face, and continued to point fingers and boast.

"Bro, you said that Asian guy is good at fighting? Okay, let me tell you, I used to train in boxing too! Don't worry! If he dares to come to our turf, I'll definitely teach him a lesson!!"

"That's right! I'll pull his pants down, hang him under a streetlamp, and humiliate him mercilessly!!"

Several black men were indignant.

Kobe and his friends were terrified and couldn't even muster the idea of ​​going back to get revenge. The other party had been so ruthless; if they went back, they would definitely die!

They were still in pain all over their bodies, and asked weakly, "Do you have any painkillers?"

"I don't have that kind of thing, it's for women! I have better! You deserve better!!"

Old Hei pulled out a Leaf brand cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and then put it in his mouth.

After exhaling a cloud of smoke, Lao Hei exchanged saliva and instantly felt his backache and leg pain disappear.

Kobe's cheeks were swollen like a ball, and he could barely speak. He had just taken a puff of his cigarette when he turned around and saw a familiar figure.

He rubbed his eyes, still a little unsure. When he saw the other person walking aggressively towards him and recognized their face, he jumped up on the spot as if he had seen a ghost.

"WTF!! He's catching up again!! We'd better get going, buddy!!"

But this was just wishful thinking on his part. His face was swollen, and he was drooling as he spoke, making incoherent noises that no one could understand.

Several black men immediately mocked his weakness and ridiculous antics. "Buddy, I think you're really high on your gut. Don't worry, if you think of asking us for help when you run into trouble and are willing to join us, then we're on the same side from now on. If that guy dares to come, he won't be leaving here today!!"

"But you have to play with us today."

The black guy with dreadlocks next to Kobe was drooling over him, saying, "Look at your muscles, man, they feel so good to touch."

Kobe must be furious. What kind of time is this to be trying to pull down my pants?!

Staring with dead fish eyes, he was already somewhat desperate. It was all over; the other side had arrived.

"Hey!! Black guy!!"

Zhang Ailun's shout came from behind, and he immediately went for a close-range attack.

Such insulting language spread widely, and its precise targeting instantly angered several black men on the street. Turning to Zhang Ailun, their faces ashen, they snapped, "Fxxk you! Where did you come from? Don't you want to live?"

"That's him!!"

Old Black, who had a limp, was completely absorbed in soaking the leaves when suddenly his eyes widened. Seeing the person and thinking of the object, he remembered that his leg was broken and the pain must have been excruciating.

Clutching its own legs, it immediately let out a pig-like wail.

The older men looked at each other, and then the younger man, who claimed to have boxing experience, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt, took the lead and stormed up.

He assumed a boxing stance, hopping and jumping, swaying his upper body back and forth, cursing and spitting, "Yellow-skinned monkey! Ice cream!! Soon I'll make you kneel on the ground and bite me!!"

Zhang Ailun smiled instantly.

OK OK.

Judging from your posture, you must have something to say about this.

When the old black man swayed and approached him with his frame, Zhang Ailun perked up.

But it was soon noticed that his steps were messy, lacked rhythm, and his technique was too rough and disjointed.

He must be an amateur enthusiast.

There are things, but not many.

The gap between amateur and top professional is like the gap between an ordinary person and boxing champion Mike Tyson.

The difference between ordinary people and amateur players is incomparable.

But whether professional or amateur, he can take down an ordinary person with a single punch, that much is undeniable.

Xiao Heizi lunged forward and threw a hook punch at Zhang Ailun's face.

Zhang Ailun instantly straightened his body, stepped back to the side to dodge the opponent's fist, and gathered explosive power in his right hand. He rose on his tiptoes, and with power rising from the ground, he delivered a lightning-fast straight punch, a precise punch that struck Lao Hei's chin like a meteor.

With a snap, Old Black's face contorted, saliva spurted out, and a back molar flew out.

He instantly straightened up, rolled his eyes, and collapsed headfirst to the ground.

He fell face-down, his nose bleeding. He slept like a baby.

The other black men who stepped forward were stunned by the clean and decisive punch.

They stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.

I can't believe my usually tough buddy was knocked out so easily by this guy!

Zhang Ailun flexed his fist and felt that the other person's chin was harder than the average person's.

It's alright. The jawbone should only have a slight fracture, not broken.

He then looked at a few black men and began to use elegant street coded language.

(End of this chapter)