Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Taixiang raised his hand and said.

"Oh, I am blind and blind, and I treat Brother Luo as an unknown person. Let's end it today. If there is anyone who needs help..."

"never mind!"

Zhou Taixiang looked at Alessandro, who stood behind Luo Ang like an iron tower, and shook his head.

He didn't say the rest.

In his mind, since Rohan could speak on behalf of the people of Sicily, his status must be high.

If you really encounter someone or something you can't afford to offend, you definitely won't be able to afford it.

Why bother talking about these scenes now?

The two looked at each other and did not say goodbye.

In other words, they knew in their hearts that this chance encounter was just an accident, and they would not see each other again for a long time.

Luo Ang watched Zhou Taixiang leave and stood there wondering what he was thinking. He turned around and looked at Alessandro behind him and said.

"Why don't you go find your young master quickly?"

The strong man blinked and said to Luo Ang's surprise: "I will accompany you out of this street and then go find the young master to revive him."

Get out of this street?

Luo Ang chuckled lightly.

This guy really has a delicate heart.

Although Roang felt that there should not be that fool who would ambush the people they met at this time.

But he also couldn't say that there must be no one who anticipated the mentality of the members of various forces who came here and acted in the opposite direction.

After all, the current situation is too chaotic.

If you kill someone and blame it on the street gangsters outside, no one will find out for a while.

As for what happens next…

A week later, it is unknown whether half of the forces participating in this alliance will be left.

However, Roang did not expect that Alessandro would actually notice this and plan to protect himself and leave first, and then go to find his young master.

If someone is willing to protect his own safety, Luo Ang will naturally not refuse.

He led Alessandro to push open the half-open door, looked at the chaotic crowd outside, and shook his head.

Too many people died today, and countless people were injured and even had their arms and legs broken.

The entire street was covered in scarlet blood.

The injured people from the two major forces occupied their own side of the street, collapsed on the ground and wailed.

With Alessandro, the strong man following behind, the street members knew enough not to provoke Roang.

When they walked out of the blood-stained streets and looked at the peaceful and prosperous city in the distance, Luo Ang suddenly felt like he was in another world.

"Let's go."

After speaking to Alessandro, Roang watched the strong man leave without saying a word, looked at the sky, and then headed in the other direction.

About half an hour later, Luo Ang was walking on the street and found that in the electronics department store on the roadside, reports about neighborhood conflicts could already be seen on the TVs placed on the street.

The tragic scenes without coding deeply touched the hearts of the residents of this city.

The Chicago citizens who were watching could hardly believe their eyes.

On their way to and from get off work, dozens of people died on a street not far away?

"No! These damn media must be lying to us. Just like they did in the past, look at the blood flowing on the streets. I bet at least a hundred people died!"

Among the onlookers, a black man made remarks about distrusting the media.

"My nephew's cousin told me that F.N and P.N are going to war. Today is just a prelude. Just wait, people will die everywhere in Chicago tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

The seemingly well-informed middle-aged white man swore confidently.

Luo Ang listened to these talking people for a while and then left quietly.

Of course he, the client, knew that a lot of people must have died in street conflicts, but it should not be as many as hundreds.

It's just that too many people were injured, especially after the Green Cobra people brought out the Chicago Typewriter.

Pulling the trigger fired dozens of bullets. Even if many people were not killed, they were still punched through and their intestines and internal organs were spilled all over the floor.

That's why the level of blood on the streets has such a strong visual impact.

Today's experience made Luo Ang completely determined to leave the South District within three days!

As for the way, he has already found it.

The boy's pace suddenly quickened, he came to a roadside shop, stopped in front of a phone booth, put in a coin, and started dialing.

"...beep...beep...beep..."

"Hey, who is it?"

"I, Roang!"

"Boss, why did you call my home? What happened?"

The black boy on the other end of the phone was extremely surprised.

"Is it about the street conflict?"

"I heard the news that P.N and F.N are going to war. Boss, are you looking for me about this?"

"A conflict is indeed about to break out, and it will be more widespread than many people imagine. Believe me, the number of people who will die this time will definitely not be as simple as one or two hundred, but you don't have to worry about these things for the time being."

After Luo Ang finished speaking briefly, he looked around and lowered his voice: "I have a task to give you, something that only you can do."

"Boss, just give your orders. As long as I can do it, I will definitely do it for you!"

After hearing what the other party said, Luo Ang took a breath.

"Tomorrow morning, at ten o'clock in the morning, no, nine o'clock in the morning, you go to the door of Old Harry's store on 49th Street and wait for a middle-aged black man wearing a yellow T-shirt and blue trousers. The other person is an alcoholic and likes to be casual.

Holding a beer, it should be easy to tell the difference."

"Old Harry?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little surprised: "Is it old Harry with a broken leg?"

"That's right."

"A middle-aged black man in a yellow T-shirt, blue trousers, and holding a beer, this is the person you are waiting for."

"Boss, boss, aren't you planning to kill someone?"

The black boy across from him swallowed his throat. Such a series of information about the parties seemed to be a routine of identifying the target in advance and then killing him.

Luo Ang explained helplessly: "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to kill him, but I'm just keeping an eye on every move this guy makes when he enters Old Harry's store. No matter what you buy, you will still buy me a copy!"

"Well…"

The boy opposite was a little confused. What was his boss planning to do?

Luo Ang didn't care what he thought, and sternly ordered: "Remember, no matter what this guy has done, you have to record it for me, and then buy a copy back, no matter how much money is spent in the process.

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"Okay, listen to your boss."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Ang exhaled and looked at the darkening sky in the distance.

If possible, he would never ask anyone else to do this.

Because the hidden dangers left by this would be huge, Luo Ang originally did not plan to use this method.

According to his plan, Luo Ang slowly accumulated funds while preparing to take the college entrance examination, and then used the information in future newspapers to move forward step by step.

But today's experience told him that he could no longer delay like this.

And that lucky black man is a big mouth. If the news about his personal contact is casually mentioned by the other party, it will probably attract some unnecessary attention.

Especially if the other party will win three million in the lottery tomorrow!

When the news of winning the lottery tomorrow is reported by the media, many people will pay attention to the lucky behavior of this black man. By then, it will be revealed that a Chinese boy actually bought the same numbers as the other person, and then won the jackpot with the same luck.

What's more important is that the boy who won the lottery actually copied the former's number...

Luo Ang believes that there must be countless people who want to know why there is such strange behavior.

The swarming media will definitely let the entire South District know that a Chinese boy from a single-parent family has nearly tens of millions in cash.
Chapter completed!