I am a quality captain in American comics

"Boss, they are coming."

A black man with American-style round inches leaned down, came close to Kingpin, and said respectfully.

"Really, tell them to come in."

Kingpin nodded, looked at Big Mike and continued.

"What did I just say? Oh, pour a drink for each of them, and it will be all on my account."

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Zhang Beijiang opened the door, and almost the entire Hell's Kitchen crowd stood outside.

Big Ivan and Levin Luke stood at the front, with ugly expressions on their faces.

"Whoa, whoa, what brought you two here? I thought rebellious guys like you would dare to challenge him!"

Zhang Beijiang said angrily.

"Damn it, I'm just saying these white people are not trustworthy and we should find an Asian as the principal. They don't discriminate against black people or white people!"

Levineuk maintained his prejudice against Zhang Beijiang, but Zhang Beijiang just smiled.

You have to know that even though some people's appearance is full of viciousness and irritability, but his height is there, you will always feel like laughing when you look at him.

"Mazefak! He made fun of me! I saw it! Don't eat this sour radish and make fun of me!"

Leeuwenhoek suddenly became furious, but before he could finish his words, Zhang Beijiang gave him a big showdown at lightning speed.

"Jijiwaiwai, are you finished? Mazefake? Don't eat the sour radish? Are you going to scold me again?"

While Zhang Beijiang was talking, the competition didn't stop, and even kept pace.

"You nigger who sells white powder, you still want me to respect you? Don't eat this sour carrot. I'm fighting life and death on the front line, and you sell white powder in the back to the people I protect?

Just like this, you still want me to respect you? Mazefak, I have wanted to beat you up for a long time! "

Zhang Beijiang got more and more aggressive. Several people around him wanted to stop him, but only then did they realize how much they despised this white man.

He was so strong that during the slapping competition, three people holding him and one arm did not affect his performance.

"Get your hands away! Damn it, I've never been scolded by a drug dealer in my life, he's still a fucking nigger!"

Levine Luke raised his hand tremblingly and gave Zhang Beijiang the middle finger.

The last time Zhang Beijiang saw this scene was when Master Xing was beaten by Fire Cloud Evil God.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Beijiang exclaimed, and with great explosive power, he opened up the seven or eight gangsters blocking him, jumped up and punched him again.

After making sure that he was motionless, Zhang Beijiang was out of breath and smoothed his hair.

"Did you all see it? He asked me to hit him! I have never seen such a despicable request in my life."

Zhang Beijiang looked at the people around him helplessly, and Big Ivan looked down at Levin Luke, who was lying on the ground and beaten into a pig's head.

I thought to myself, if you have this fucking ability, why didn’t you tell me earlier?

You should have said it earlier! You wouldn't be so brainless if you said you were good at beating Levin Luke.

"No? Did you hear that? Do you want me to ask again?"

Zhang Beijiang asked with some confusion, and the fierce and fierce men around him who had been associated with gangs and street vendettas all year round nodded wildly.

Zhang Beijiang then wiped the blood on Levin Luke's hands, stood up and walked out swaggeringly.

"Mazefak, where's that guy named Mosoniel!"

Seemingly out of anger, Zhang Beijiang raised his head and shouted.

The Italian guy hiding in the crowd rubbed his aquiline nose helplessly, trying to make himself look energetic, and then squeezed through the crowd and walked to Zhang Beijiang.

"Dear Mr. Principal, hello."

"I'm not good. I hope God will bless you that you really have a daughter who will come to San Diego High School. If you don't, I advise you to go back tonight and work hard and pray for a miracle to happen."

Because if you cannot send a daughter who is biologically related to you to San Diego Middle School tomorrow, I will lead our school janitor to find you.

I wish I could strangle you with your umbilical cord, but I guess the intestines are about the same. "

"Oh, my God, I am a real person. Don't worry, I will send my daughter to San Diego Middle School tomorrow. I trust your school's teaching model."

Mosoniel said nervously.

Zhang Beijiang smiled when he saw this and continued to walk out. The people sent by Jin Bin to tell everyone to go in had already come out.

But when he arrived, he saw the Standing Committee member beating Laifu. Oh, no, it was Zhang Beijiang beating Levin Luke.

"Everyone, the boss wants to meet you."

"Including Levon Luke?"

Big Ivan looked at the black man, who rolled his eyes and nodded helplessly.

Everyone was silent now, and Big Ivan reluctantly carried Levin Luke into the bar.

"Hello, Kingpin, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Big Ivan carried Levin Luke, who was almost unconscious, and walked to Kingpin. The latter glanced at Levin Luke in surprise.

"Who did he mess with?"

"Principal Steve Rogers. You know, this kid always has a dirty mouth, so."

"I should praise him for his bravery."

Jin Bin raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, and a look of admiration flashed across his face.

"Okay, Kingpin, why did you call us here?"

"I'm looking for someone here, a clown wearing a hood and tights, and I want you to help me."

Kingpin lowered his head and stirred the wine glass in front of him with a slender spoon.

"Just this?"

Big Ivan said with some surprise, he knew Kingpin, this crazy criminal never did anything for one reason.

These gangsters are staunch opportunists.

And Kingpin is one of the best.

"I'm doing an exercise by the way. I haven't expressed my voice to the world for a long time. I'm always afraid that the world will forget me."

"Understood, the small groups are eliminated, and the large groups are subdued. Our large groups in Hell's Kitchen remain surrendered to you, but you know, we are an autonomous region here."

The expression on Big Ivan's face is very calm, they have their own survival strategy.

"Don't resist, help my people find the pervert, and then pretend they didn't see anything."

Kingpin picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

"Where's that yellow-skinned monkey from Bamboo at the foot of the mountain? Why don't you see him?"

He had a very good memory. He just scanned around and found the youngest person among the dozens of tall, short, fat and thin people around him.

"Oh, I don't know. You know, he's a bit of a snake and he doesn't get along with us."

Big Ivan shrugged and Kingpin smiled.

"I know, let's do this for now. You can contact my subordinates for the follow-up matters."

Then his huge body stood up from the bar, and his beast-like aura made everyone present unable to lift their heads.

"I wish you a good mood today."