Luo Ang didn't give him a chance to speak further, and sidestepped past his waving fist.

Then he stepped casually and stepped on his trousers that were hanging on the ground. The man with the flower headscarf instantly lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Hey! Bastard!"

"FXXK!"

"Are you fucking kidding me, George?"

"Hey, George, if you don't get up quickly, you're like a toad on all fours!"

The people who were watching saw the black man with the flowered turban falling to the ground for some reason as he rushed forward. Immediately, some people shouted in dissatisfaction and wanted to rush up to help.

There were also people who looked like they were watching a show and mocked the flower headscarf on the ground, as if they had seen a great joke.

Roang ignored these insignificant people in his eyes, but looked at the man sitting on the chair with his legs crossed.

The man looked young, wearing a colorful jacket and a blue baseball cap. He had a five-pointed star tattooed on his bare left arm, with a capital letter V inside.

The other party has not spoken since he entered the activity room until now. He just watched Luo Ang's actions quietly, as if he didn't care about his movements at all.

Luo Ang keenly discovered that the people present, despite the loud roaring and looking like they were about to rush in and beat up Luo Ang, were actually observing carefully, always paying attention to the person on the chair, who seemed to be

Waiting for him to give orders.

As soon as that person opens his mouth, they will tear Roan apart like vicious dogs that pounce on their prey!

"Stop!"

Just as he walked to the center of the activity room, about ten steps away from the man, one of the two burly men who had been standing silently behind the man suddenly growled.

Frowning, Luo Ang looked at these two men, who were obviously different from the street gangsters present.

This made him somewhat confused as to what was going on with the group of people in the activity room.

Including the man with the colorful turban who impulsively rushed towards him before, apart from Luo Ang himself and Hicks, 12 of the 15 people present were no different from the gangsters in school.

They all have a casual look, wearing various square headscarves, various patterns tattooed on their arms or necks, and wearing loose jeans, full of street style.

The two people who were yelling at me at this moment were wearing long-sleeved T-shirts with their cuffs tightly arranged, as if they were deliberately covering something up. Their lower bodies were not wearing jeans, but slightly loose sweatpants.

Neat cuts.

There is another very obvious difference. The intonation of the two people's speech sounds a little distorted. It is not the difference of black slang, but it is a bit like the Asians in school. There is an inexplicable different tone in their speech.

intonation.

After careful observation, Luo Ang found that compared with these two people, other gang members were like wild dogs and jackals.

The two seem to have similar body shapes...

In fact, it is the difference between wild animals and poultry.

Wild dogs only howl at the weak, and if they can eat some scraps of food, they will feel satisfied and stop barking.

Jackals are full of wild aura. When alone, they can lower their heads and eat rotten food on the ground. When gathered in a group, they dare to snatch food from the mouths of lions.

The most obvious difference between the two is that jackals are meat eaters by nature!

When Luo Ang was looking at him, the person on the chair was also observing him, and found that Luo Ang didn't care about his subordinates at all when he came in, with a fearless look in his eyes.

After that, in a short period of time, he discovered that among the people present, the person who could really give orders quickly looked at himself and the two people assigned to him by his father.

He put down his crossed legs, patted the non-existent dust on them, stood up, shook his jacket, touched his head, and said in a relaxed tone: "Let me meet you, my name is Anastasia.

O.C., my friends call me Theo!"

Luo Ang looked at the person in front of him and glanced at Hicks, who had been looking at him since he came in but did not dare to speak without permission. He said solemnly: "Leon Luo, you can call me Leon."

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The two looked at each other for a moment, and the young man named Theo took the lead to break the deadlock. He glanced at the men surrounding them and said dissatisfied: "Hey, what are you doing? Just disperse, hurry up!"

A burst of chaotic footsteps sounded, and the crowd that had originally surrounded Luo Ang silently dispersed in all directions. Even the man with the flowered turban who had just gotten up from the ground patted his butt and closed the door of the activity room.

Stay nearby.

Luo Ang watched all this and became more vigilant towards the man who called himself Theo.

Those who can command these street elements at will without letting them complain are either fierce enough or people with high enough underground power.

From Roang's point of view, Theo is obviously the kind of person who has the support of powerful forces and is fierce enough in his own right. This type of person usually appears in South America or Italy.

Only the underground environment there can transform the originally chaotic street gangsters into an orderly underground force. After all, that is the place where figures like the Godfather can be born.

Luo Ang looked at the letter V on the other person's arm, and remembered that his aunt once said that many Italians have come to the South District recently, and with the other person's name obviously being an English translation, he should be from those people.

Moreover, the man who calls himself Theo seems to have a high status among them, or his family's status in that group is not low.

If he wasn't a very big shot, how could he provide his son with two bodyguards who looked different from street figures and had an obvious fierce aura?

Thinking of this, Luo Ang understood the meaning of the tattoo on the other person's arm. It was not the letter V at all, but the Roman numeral five. Those who like to have the number five tattooed on their arms are those people...

After quickly sifting through the information in his brain, Luo Ang asked calmly: "The neighborhood where Madford High School is located is under the jurisdiction of GD. How dare you, a P.N. person, show up so arrogantly?"

"Aren't you afraid that the GD people will be guarding the street with Chicago typewriters, waiting for you to go out?"

Theo was obviously stunned for a moment, then stopped the bodyguard who was about to rush up, looked at Luo Ang carefully up and down, and said in a surprised tone: "I didn't expect you to know so much about the underground situation, it really surprised me."

Theo touched his head, tilted his head and thought for a while, waved to the remaining people, and said casually: "You all get out, hurry up!"
Chapter completed!