Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Harlem, the northern part of Manhattan, spans Central Park, is bounded by the Hudson River to the west, and Fifth Avenue to the east, and together with the Bronx next to it, it forms a frightening neighborhood.

There were once many mansions here.

After the Civil War, with the influx of black people, white people moved out one after another, and European immigrants began to expand further north. World War I brought a large number of African immigrants. By the time of the Harlem Renaissance, Harlem had become a black community. After the ravages of the Great Depression and World War II, Harlem completely turned into a slum.

Theft, robbery, and murder are the most common words here, and 'western medicine' is more like a circulating commodity.

Prostitutes and pimps frequented Times Square, while Central Park became a site of robbery and rape, and homeless people and drug dealers occupied its abandoned buildings.

Zhang Xiao followed the man who was covering his arms and sweating profusely. The other boys sent them here at gunpoint, but ran away as soon as they got off the car.

"Where is your gang? Is it right here? It doesn't look very big." Zhang Xiao looked curiously at the small factory building in front of him, which was at most similar to the previous repair shop.

It covers an area of ​​about several hundred square meters, has a three-story steel structure, and the mottled walls and ceiling look old and worn out.

"That's right. If you are very powerful, it would be really difficult to rob street performers of their money."

The face of the man covering his arm was twisted, half in pain and half out of anger.

On the way here, this young Asian man kept talking to him. I don’t know where he learned the trash talk. He fought the trash talk for an entire block without even being able to last for more than a few minutes.

His words are not bad words, but they always make people half-dead.

When he arrived at the place, the gangster was already mad. He didn't care about his arm that had just been violently broken, and shouted irrationally:

"Just wait, my brothers will plug your dirty mouth and throw you into the cesspool!"

Zhang Xiao made a gesture of invitation and took a few steps back:

"Call people, the more the better."

Seeing this Mexican stumbling around like a naughty kid who was rushing home to complain, Zhang Xiao slowly walked in. At this moment, his heart was full of joy.

It seems that when you see a lot of dollars, you are waiting to harvest them.

He also thoughtfully closed the big iron door of the factory.

Close the door and beat the dog!

Raisman, the leader of the Mexican gang, only felt that something was wrong with the whole world.

His subordinate "Tessie" actually had nothing to do and robbed an Asian boy who was performing on the street for a mere two hundred dollars.

(The internal membership levels of the Mexican gang are divided into "Oluoro (boss)" and "Waco" (Waco), "Mafia" (Mafia), "Tessie" (Tessie) and general subordinates.)

As a member of the largest Mexican Mafia "La Eme" in the United States, he is also an outstanding heir to the family. He came to New York just for a secret deal.

Raisman was silent for a long time and couldn't figure out why his men would do such a thing. If this were in Southern California, even if this Tammy wanted to tie up the Asian kid and cut him alive, it would be too much for "La Eme" Just a trivial thing not worth mentioning.

But now is the critical moment!

"Are you sure that guy isn't an undercover agent? Or a bait?"

Raisman rubbed his chin, the black top hat on his head swaying, and the stubble he had just shaved was a little green. He was not an idiot. If he dared to come to the door alone, he must have something to rely on.

Although he doesn't know what "everything goes wrong must be evil," Raisman knows that no one in their right mind would chase the gang to their lair.

'Tami' hugged his shoulders, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I'm sure, boss, he is definitely not an undercover agent or FBI, nor is he a fishing bait. I can smell the stench on their bodies from a few streets away. arrive.

This guy is an Oriental, a lowly yellow-skinned monkey. No matter how good he speaks English, everything is exposed as soon as he opens his mouth! "

"Orientals?" Raisman felt relieved. Who doesn't know that the Chinese gangs are now in a dangerous situation, and the ordinary Chinese are even more weak. If you offend them, you will be offended. On the contrary, Chinatown is not easy to touch.

Raisman felt that these Chinese, who were educated and skilled but only bloodless, were simply a strange species. They came out of that ancient oriental country and crazily criticized everything about their motherland.

Promoting the American Dream everywhere, shouting about lighthouses and the like, it seems that this way you can become a white man and gain recognition from the people around you.

But actually who cares? No one wants to hear you say bad things about your country, because 'it's none of my business'.

After a brief consideration, Raisman finally made up his mind. The dignity of "La Eme" cannot be desecrated. Since the Asian boy injured his own people and dared to come alone, then he has the obligation to let this Asian boy Know why the Mexican Mafia is the most ruthless gang in the world!

"Catro, take a few people out and deal with him quickly. We still have big things to do. Damn it, that man refused to say anything, but I know something big is going to happen in New York."

Raisman waved his hand irritably, as if to drive away some nasty mosquitoes, picked up the cigar, took a deep breath, let the cigar smoke linger in his mouth, and then slowly spit it out.

Only in this way can he feel calmer.

Cattro agreed twice and walked out with a few people.

It seemed that only a short moment had passed. Raisman heard several angry curses and screams. He was horrified. What happened?

Immediately afterwards, the iron door of this room suddenly creaked and twisted, and then it seemed as if it was kicked by an elephant. The huge force caused the iron door to break away from its hinges, and flew out like a discharged cannonball.

With a loud "boom", the iron door hit the wall, even making cracks, and then fell to the ground.

Raisman looked at the footprints on the door in horror. The footprints didn't look big, maybe not even forty yards, but they were deeply imprinted on the iron door, showing the frightening power of the owner.

"Good afternoon, everyone——"

Then he saw a slightly childish Asian boy walking in. He was wearing the most common jacket and jeans on American streets, and a pair of ordinary sneakers on his feet.

There was a warm smile on his face, just like the smile he often saw on Chinese faces.

Raisman was still in shock, but his men reacted quickly.

"crash"

Everyone in the room stood up, took out their guns and pointed them at the Asian boy who just walked in.

Then something he couldn't understand happened. The boy's body seemed to light up, and it was like a golden lightning flashing back and forth in the room.

The speed was incredibly fast, and in just a few breaths, all his men fell down.

Then the Asian boy walked over step by step with an excitement that made him scared.