Chapter: 5883

Uncle Zhong asked, "Is the injury on your face from them beating you up?"

"Yes..." Strongzi replied glumly. "They came to collect protection fees and I couldn't pay, so they beat me up. They're giving me until tonight to come up with the money; otherwise, they'll smash my store."

Uncle Zhong asked again, "Have you reported this to the police?"

"Reported it." Strongzi replied glumly, "But reporting to the police doesn't do much good. You know the situation in New York - the police mainly focus on the wealthy areas. I called them and told them what happened, but they just came to pay a visit and then told me that they couldn't find anything."

Uncle Zhong scowled and said, "What an absurdity!"

Strongzi shook his head and said, "I reported it to the police and told them they would come again. The police said they didn't have enough manpower in this area to keep an eye on us, so I should call 911 immediately if I see them. But what's the point... If they really came with guns, I'd be dead eight times already. The police wouldn't even bother."

As he was talking, the roar of a motorcycle could be heard approaching the BBQ shop entrance. Strongzi suddenly became more agitated and quickly told Uncle Zhong and Leaf to go upstairs.

Leaf sat down straightaway, laughing, "Honestly, I've never seen any gangsters collecting protection fees before. This time is perfect for me to take a look. Strongzi, go get me some BBQ rice, and I'll eat while watching."

Strongzi hurriedly said, "Sir, they really dare kill people! You should..."

But Uncle Zhong interrupted him, patted his shoulder, and said, "Little master, you go prepare some BBQ rice for me, and you can bring one back to let me taste your cooking skills, okay?"

Just then, five young black men in flashy suits walked into the shop.

The leader, tall and skinny, wore a wide hat that covered most of his face and had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hat. He looked like he was carrying weapons.

The man walked in and saw Strong Kid, immediately sneering and saying, "Wow, Mr. Goose from China, are you prepared to hand over the money I want? If I don't see 3000 American dollars by tonight, I'll feed you a few bullets and then throw you into the Hudson River, letting your corpse float back to China!"

Strong Kid's expression turned tense instantly, about to speak, when Leaf Chen interrupted him from sitting at the table, urging him to hurry up and prepare food. "I'm already starving and thinking of hitting someone."

Strong Kid was taken aback, unsure what to do, when Chen Zhaogong whispered urgently, "Hurry up!"

Strong Kid gritted his teeth, making a firm decision, saying, "Okay... I'll go right away..."

Finishing speaking, he turned around and entered the back kitchen.

The leader of the black men saw Leaf Chen shooing the boss into the back kitchen, looking slightly annoyed, with a sarcastic smile on his face. "Oh, great, it looks like we have some new business to do here."

He then exaggeratedly sat down in front of Leaf Chen, saying calmly, "Hey, China fellow, who gave you the guts to interrupt me when I'm collecting protection fees?"

Leaf Chen smiled and looked at him, asking, "So, you're not letting customers eat if you're collecting protection fees? Don't you know that customer is king?"

The man noticed Leaf Chen's playful expression and suddenly realized he might be on the same side as the shop owner, so he threatened loudly, "Kid, it seems you don't understand the situation here. The entire Chinatown, I mean the entire New York Chinatown, belongs to us angels of fire. If you people want to do business here, you'll have to pay us protection fees according to our rules. Otherwise, one by one, I'll take care of you!"

Leaf Chen was unfazed by his threats and just raised an eyebrow, smiling, "I'm a bit of a bad-tempered person. When eating, I hate it when people bother me. So, whether you're the angel of fire or a wild dog or a rat, if you don't quickly take your friends away from my face, I'll make you know what it means to be born but not yet dead."

"What a ridiculous thing! Do you think I'm gay?" The man spat out saliva onto the ground, then quickly pulled out a 9mm pistol from his pocket and cocked the hammer. He spun around once on the table, then pointed the gun at Leaf Chen's head, coldly saying, "Kid, it seems you've never tasted bullets before, don't believe me? I'll let you taste it now?"

Leaf Chen raised an eyebrow, smiling and said, "I've had people eat poop, soak in iron cages, sink into rivers, and even write human bodies, but feeding people bullets has never been my thing. Since you brought up this new idea, let's practice it properly today."

As he spoke, Leaf Chen glanced at the gun in his hand, saying calmly, "This gun should be using 9mm bullets, right? The magazine should be full of about thirteen rounds. With so many bullets, I wonder if you like to chew them or swallow them?" JrNovels.com