Chapter Sixteen: Someone Really Stands Up for Justice

  These two rascals have Wang Gang, the fat sheep, in front of them, and they don't have the heart to care about the old Mexican man. Unless he doesn't come out again, otherwise it's just a matter of time before they deal with that old man!

  Instead, it's this unfamiliar face with yellow skin and a monkey-like appearance that looks quite arrogant, I'd better have a good talk with him!

  The curly-haired old three proudly raised his face and roared,

  "This monkey with a yellow skin has quite an attitude, two dollars for a good mood? Now our brothers' good mood is ruined by your two dollars, what do you say we do!"

  "What's in the bundle? Open it and let us see!" shouted Lao Er, who was riding a bicycle with a cigarette in his mouth.

  Wang Geng felt both annoyed and amused. He looked around to see that the old man had already disappeared around the street corner, and was afraid he hadn't gone far, so he put down his bundle on the ground by himself.

  He pulled out a pack of Camel cigarettes from his pocket, which he had previously obtained from Edison, and lit one with a matchbox. He took a nice drag, completely ignoring the two little shrimp in front of him!

  "Hey! I told you to open your bundle! Did you hear me? You yellow-skinned monkey dare to look down on people?" Curly-haired Old Three pulled out a dagger from his pocket and swung it in his hand, approaching Wang Geng.

  "There are hot dogs and roasted sausages in the bundle, ready to be taken back for a midnight snack! If you're hungry, one dollar per hot dog, I don't mind saving two lost lambs!" Wang Gang said casually, flicking the ash off his cigarette.

  "That yellow-skinned monkey has a big nerve! He dares to play tricks on us brothers!" The curly-haired rascal picked up the package from the ground, weighed it and pinched it several times, then turned his head to say to Old Second who was driving the car:

  "Lao Er, this hot dog is really fragrant! You smell it, the aroma is already coming out. Alright, let's take this back to settle the account. Otherwise, Lao Da will definitely get angry!"

  "Damn it! You're such a useless piece of crap, Lao San! What's the big deal about a few hot dogs?" The second elder on the motorcycle spat out the cigarette butt on the ground and turned around to glare at Wang Gang with malice.

  "A few hot dogs think they can get rid of us brothers? Be smart and hand over your wallet!"

  For a young Asian like Wang Gang, who looks so refined and cultured, this white thug called Lao Er didn't take him seriously. If he were black or Mexican, maybe he would have thought twice about it. In this era, most yellow people in New York are timid and afraid of trouble, they just want to buy peace with two dollars!

  "Old Three, you really are a pig-headed fool! You're satisfied with just a few hot dogs? Look at this yellow-skinned monkey's behavior, he must have at least ten or twenty dollars on him that can be squeezed out! Go search his body!"

  That old three heard that he hung the bundle wrapped in hot dogs on the handlebars of the motorcycle, and with a flourish, he brandished a dagger in his right hand, while stretching out his left hand to grab Wang Geng's collar.

  Wang Gang's hand, holding a cigarette, flashed out like lightning and snatched the spinning dagger from the messy-haired man's hand.

  That hairy thug only felt his right hand lighten, followed by a chill on the back of his neck. The dagger in his hand had somehow already been taken by the other person and was now pressed against his own throat. He stood there like a wooden chicken, his brain momentarily unable to react.

  The second person on the motorcycle behind was blocked by the body of his own third brother and did not see what happened between Wang Geng and the third brother, this guy was still accelerating the throttle in the back.

  "What's with the dawdling, Old Three? Hurry up and finish so we can leave. Eldest is getting impatient, be careful or you'll get a whipping!"

  Wang Gang withdrew the dagger from his hand and randomly danced out a cluster of knife lights, which hovered around the left and right sides of the curly-haired old man's face, scaring him so much that he didn't dare to move, with both legs trembling like sieves.

  Wang Gang finally stopped and handed the dagger back to the curly-haired thug, saying disdainfully.

  "Playing with a knife is an art, this dagger of yours doesn't look bad, but the way you wield it is really ugly. Go home and practice some more. I'm in a particularly good mood today, so I won't bother with you two. Hand over the package and scram!"

  The curly-haired rascal's mind was a complete mess, he didn't know what to do. The second person on the motorcycle kicked him and shouted...

  "Old Three, what are you dawdling around for? Hurry up and bring your wallet over here so we can leave!"

  Lao San made a bitter face and turned around, Lao Er on the motorcycle was startled, Lao San's eyebrows and beard were shaved clean in an instant, his whole face looked comical and laughable, the knife in his hand trembled and almost fell out of his grasp!

  "Second brother, this guy is a master of knife play. I'm afraid you and I are going to lose today!" Old Three had always liked playing with knives, but on the dimly lit street, he was able to shave off his opponent's eyebrows and beard without hurting him - he didn't have that skill. Just now, he didn't even know how the knife in his hand ended up in the other person's hand!

  Lao Er, seeing the situation, became flustered and hastily stopped the car, jumped off the motorcycle, pushed Lao San aside with one hand, and directly pulled out a black object from his bosom, pointing it at Wang Gang.

  "Lao San, you're a good-for-nothing! I told you playing with knives would eventually hurt yourself. Of course, when it comes to making a living, one still has to rely on guns!" Before he even finished speaking, his hand moved swiftly and quietly. When he looked down, the revolver in his hand had somehow already been taken by the other person.

  Wang Gang lowered his head and took a glance at the Colt .38 revolver with a slightly peeling grip, the rifling in the barrel had worn off quite a bit. He deftly ejected the cylinder and saw that the six bullets inside were shiny and new. Wang Gang closed the cylinder and spun the revolver around in his hand before suddenly stopping and aiming it at the two thugs opposite him.

  The two of them were so frightened that their legs went soft and they knelt down, waving their hands wildly and shouting, "Good fellow! Spare our lives! We know we were wrong!"

  Wang Geng sneered and said disdainfully,

  "I didn't want to get angry, but someone insisted on pulling out a knife and gun to provoke me. If I do get angry, the consequences will be severe. Anyone who dares to point a gun or knife at me has never ended up well. What do you think should be done about this?"

  "Ah, we know we were wrong! Take this knife away, it's still useful for peeling fruit and whatnot in the future!" The curly-haired old three held the scorching hot dagger with both hands raised above his head, not daring to move.

  "Do you really know your mistake?" Wang Gang asked coldly.

  "We really know we were wrong!" The two stupid and timid men knelt on the ground with their hands raised high in surrender!

  These two rascals are indeed a bit too much to handle, and they think it's only natural to beg for mercy. At this moment, Volume Hair Old Three is staring at the evil spirit in front of him who has walked under the streetlight, and he looks familiar no matter how he looks. Just then, a gust of wind blows by and lifts up a torn newspaper on the side of the road. This guy's eyes are sharp, and he catches sight of a photo of Wang Gang and the Mayor together.

  Curly-haired old three suddenly enlightened, in front of this is the master who dared to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge, heard that he was also a high school student at West Point Military Academy, a university rugby runner and school shooting champion, oh my god, how can this master be provoked!

  The curly-haired man was busy knocking his head, begging for mercy, while the second elder on the side was not angry, but with a gun in someone else's hand, the situation was stronger than the person. This guy hung his head and lost his spirit, lowering his head and not daring to breathe.

  Wang Gang played with the gun in his hand, making gestures as if aiming at the two people's heads, and teased them, saying:

  "One bullet to kill you, one bullet to kill you. With just two bullets, your lives will be gone. Is this not an act of bravery? On a dark and windy night, two bandits dare to rob with guns on Fifth Avenue in New York? If they get killed, it's what they deserve!"

  "Hey... spare our lives! We know we were wrong! The knives and guns in our hands are just for intimidation, normally we wouldn't dare to actually hurt anyone..." The two thugs begged for mercy while exchanging sneaky glances, planning to make a run for it if necessary.

  Lao Er's mind turned quickly, and he hastily took out the two dollars that Wang Gang had paid for the Mexican old man's protection fee from his pocket, held it high above his head, and said:

  "Hero! Hero! We really know we were wrong, take back these two dollars, take them back!"

  "Ha! This is the protection fee I paid for that hot dog vendor, one code for one code. What, do you think these two dollars were robbed by you?" Wang Gang glared and said.

  "Ah, ah, I don't dare, I don't dare!" Lao Er was momentarily stunned, and Lao San was also bewildered. The master's way of thinking was too out of this world, and the two of them were a bit unable to keep up!