At the same time, another force also appeared in this area.

That's the Latin Monarch Gang.

These South Americans, under the guidance of a certain leader, came to stand up for the Green Cobra of the alliance.

If you really want them to do their best, it won't be enough.

But in order not to give in, the BD members who had the strength in numbers were too arrogant.

At the same time, please protect the face of the P.N Alliance.

There were only twenty or thirty members, gathered in three or four groups under a few street lights.

The members of BD didn't pay attention to this.

These are black men with six-pointed stars and hell patterns all over their bodies.

Led by a bald man with the Roman numeral "III" tattooed on his bare arm in red ink.

Staring angrily across the road, the Cobra members could see a green snake on the back of their hands or shoulders.

Luo Ang, who noticed that the atmosphere was tense, cleverly hid in a barber shop when the members started to gather in twos and threes.

He didn't choose to go to a convenience store or the like, mainly because he was worried about the possibility that the street members would get hot and start shooting at each other.

There will definitely be people taking advantage of the chaos and looting the shops along the street.

Relatively speaking, barber shops may receive the least attention.

And the owner of this shop is of Asian appearance.

At first, Luo Ang thought he was a South Korean.

He specifically looked at the signboard, not that they like to open laundries or barber shops, but the GD forces who use rice knives are usually black or blue.

Otherwise, Luo Ang would not dare to come in.

If he encounters GD's black shop, it will be a big deal whether he can get out safely.

But what he didn't expect was that the owner of the store who came in actually looked Chinese, not South Korean.

White or black, it is difficult to tell the difference between the two.

Just like Chinese people can't tell the difference between black people.

But Luo Ang could clearly tell that the man with the Chinese character for "xiang" on his right arm must be a Chinese.

This was a bit strange, Luo Ang secretly looked at the barber shop owner.

Just like the Chinese in America like to open Chinese restaurants.

Neon people like to open restaurants and various bathhouses.

The latter will also operate some red light district content.

South Koreans, on the other hand, like to open laundries and barber shops.

For many low-class South Koreans who come to America, the easiest way to make a fortune is to work in a laundromat owned by the same people.

Then work for three to five years and save enough capital to open a store of your own.

But the blocks around here are usually in the hands of GD and BD members.

It just so happens that GD likes to use these two favorite shops of South Koreans to wash the rice knives they get from selling contraband.

Therefore, more than 90% of laundromats or barber shops are either run by GD's own family.

Or it is under the control of GD.

It is really eye-catching that GD and BD, which are mainly black, can allow a Chinese to open a barber shop safely on their own territory.

As if he noticed Luo Ang's observation, the shop owner, who was silently playing with the shampoo products on the cabinet, turned to look at him.

"what do you want?"

Luo Ang blinked and thought for a moment before he realized that the shopkeeper was asking him what he wanted when he spoke.

He thought for a few seconds and did not answer directly in English.

Because the shopkeeper's spoken English didn't seem to be very good, Luo Ang thought about it and said in the Mandarin that had become a decoration for a long time after being taught by his father: "It's free of charge..."

The shopkeeper turned around in surprise and looked at the slender young man in front of him. Although when he entered the door, he knew from the appearance of the black hair and black eyes that he might be Asian.

But Luo Ang's ability to speak Mandarin still surprised him.

After all, a man with black hair may not necessarily be Chinese, he may be Neon, South Korean, or even Vietnamese.

In recent years, there have been a lot more Vietnamese in places like Chicago and San Francisco.

Even Vietnamese gangs have sprung up a lot.

The competition for territory began between San Francisco and the Chinese.

"Can you speak Mandarin?"

Facing the shop owner's question, Luo Ang nodded and said, "Well, my father is Chinese..."

The shop owner then showed a smile and said: "My surname is Zhou and my name is Taixiang. You can also call me Xiazai. Your father is good and knows how to teach his son to learn Mandarin. I don't want some people to teach English in a hurry for fear of being seen as Chinese...

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Regarding the second half of the conversation, Luo Ang listened silently without commenting.

It seems that because he can speak Mandarin, this man named Zhou Taixiang is interested in talking.

"It seems that your father and I will have a lot of common topics in the future. I wonder what his job is?"

Luo Ang pursed his lips and said: "My father passed away a few years ago..."

"Feel sorry……"

Zhou Taixiang, who was in high spirits, his face froze and he apologized quickly.

"It's okay, it's all over..."

After Luo Ang was slightly depressed, he recovered and said.

Zhou Taixiang was still slightly embarrassed and changed the subject: "Are you going to go out for a haircut? Do you want me to give you one?"

Luo Ang waved his hand and said: "No need, Brother Zhou. I was originally going to buy some daily necessities, but something went wrong outside, so I wanted to come to the store to take shelter."

Zhou Taixiang glanced at the bag in his hand, nodded and said: "You should definitely avoid these gangsters outside..."

He glanced across the street and saw the commotion of the street members, and shook his head.

"It seems like there will be rivers of blood again later..."

"I don't know what President Li is thinking about hanging out with these ghosts."

Luo Ang's eyes flashed when he heard this. Zhou Taixiang actually knew the president of the Second and Third Society?

He had long thought that this man, who could open a shop on this street and had not been dragged into a gang by GD members, must have a few tricks up his sleeve, so he didn't expect that he would actually get into trouble with Ersan.

I just don’t know, is he a member of the Second and Third Society or one of the leaders?

Judging from the name he called Chairman Li, his status should not be low...

Thinking of this, Luo Ang asked cryptically with some curiosity: "Brother Zhou knows that President Li?"

After glancing at him, Zhou Taixiang walked out from behind the counter, sat on the chair where he was barbering customers, then pointed to another chair and said, "Sit!"

When Luo Ang sat down, he said with many memories: "A few years ago, I was hanging out in Chinatown with that boy Li Yucheng. Later, I had a quarrel with someone from the Hua Qing Gang and got involved. As a result, I was there for three years.

, came out at the beginning of the year..."

"When I came out, Li Yucheng's father, Li Yucheng, became the president of Chinatown's Second and Third Association. Under his arrangement, I opened a shop on this street to support myself."

Luo Ang listened to his narration of the past and was about to speak when he heard a loud bang.

Both of them turned their heads to look at the street, and saw a figure swaying and falling on the street.
Chapter completed!