Rebirth: I am the American leader

"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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Steve pushed open the door, and almost the entire population of Hell's Kitchen was standing 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!"

Steve said sarcastically.

"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!"

Levon Luke maintained his prejudice against Steve, who just smiled at that.

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 was immediately furious, but before he could finish his words, Steve gave him a big fight at lightning speed.

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

The fight never stopped while Steve was talking, and even kept the beat.

"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! "

Steve was getting more and more excited as he fought. 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!"

Levin Luke raised his hand tremblingly and gave Steve the middle finger.

The last time Steve saw this scene was when Stephen Chow was beaten by the Fire Cloud Evil God.

"Fuck!"

Steve exclaimed, and with great explosive power pushed away the seven or eight gangsters who were blocking him, then jumped up and punched him again.

After making sure that he was still, Steve smoothed his hair breathlessly.

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

Steve looked at the people around him helplessly. Big Ivan looked down at Levinluk, who was lying on the ground with his head beaten into a pig's.

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

You should have said it earlier! If you said you were good at beating Levon Luke, you wouldn't have been so stupid.

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

Steve asked with some confusion, and the fierce-looking burly men around him who had been involved in gangs and street fights for years nodded frantically.

Only then did Steve wipe the blood off his hands on Levin Luke, stand up and walk out with a swagger.

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

As if he was extremely angry, Steve raised his head and shouted.

The Italian guy hiding in the crowd rubbed his hooked nose helplessly, trying to make himself look a little more energetic, then he squeezed through the crowd and walked in front of Steve.

"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.

Seeing this, Steve smiled and continued to walk out. The person that Kingpin sent to call everyone in had already come out.

But when he arrived, he saw Chang Wei beating Lai Fu, oh, no, it was Steve beating Levon 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."