Chen Zhao gently stretched out his hand and grabbed the pistol, put his fingers in the trigger button, shook it gently, and the pistol spun in his hand.

When the pistol stopped rotating, there was a "crash" and a pile of parts fell to the ground.

It turned out that in just one turn, he had completely disassembled the pistol.

"You dare to default on the casino debt, you are dead!" The gangster mustache didn't seem to understand yet, and still shouted.

‘Papa papa~~~’

Chen Zhao sneered, stepped forward and slapped him more than a dozen times.

"Wow!"

The gangster mustache spat out all his teeth in one breath, along with a drop of blood.

"How dare you offend our casino..."

This guy didn't understand yet, and he dared to say harsh words to Chen Zhao without his teeth, so Chen Zhao had no choice but to continue slapping him.

After another burst of slaps and seventeen or eight slaps, Mustache's face had turned into a pig's head, his eyes were horrified, his face looked frightened, and he did not dare to say a word.

Chen Zhao nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, all the underworld bosses in the world are virtuous, fearing power rather than virtue.

If you talk nicely, people will ignore you, but if you give me dozens of slaps, everything will be understood.

Chen Zhao retracted his slap, crossed his arms, and looked at Mustache with a smile.

"Chen, I was wrong, please stop hitting me, I will listen to you..." Seeing Chen Zhao stop his hand, Mustache hurriedly cried and begged.

He is a small gang leader on the streets of Gotham, a low-level scum with no diploma and no skills. The reason why he joined the gang was to make a living, not to fight hard.

At first, he thought he was bullying a weak and incompetent Chinese mole, but unexpectedly he encountered a fierce tiger.

You have already shown your strength, who dares to set up a trap for you?

Wouldn't it be great if you could be a super hitman to deal with Batman and the Joker?

No one will throw away their life for other people's money.

So after being beaten, he immediately begged for mercy.

"Very good, very good." Chen Zhao patted Mustache on the shoulder: "Tell me, what is your name?"

"Harry, my name is Harry." Mustache called.

"Very good, Harry, I want to contact your boss now. You inform him immediately on your mobile phone. You tell him what is going on here in detail, and then inform him that I am going to visit him. Can you do it?"

Harry nodded quickly, feeling overjoyed at the same time.

This idiot Chinese dared to go to their casino alone, so don't blame us for being rude.

No matter how good you are at fighting, can you beat Bruce Lee and Jack Chen?

If you can take away a pistol in an instant, can you take away a hundred pistols in an instant?

Can the Chicago typewriter be taken away?

However, isn’t it said that Chinese Americans are all smart?

This guy doesn't want to run away, but actually wants to go to the casino. Do you really think that as a mere Chinese, our boss will take you seriously?

The casino is not far from here, just turn two streets and you'll be there.

As soon as he entered the casino, a group of guys surrounded him.

There are black-skinned people, white-skinned people, brown-skinned people, and there are also yellow-skinned people. I don’t know if they are compatriots or Japanese or Koreans.

Chen Zhao stood there with a smile on his face.

After the guy in the lead looked Chen Zhao up and down, he waved his hand and the crowd parted, and Chen Zhao followed the way they moved to an office at the back of the casino.

The office is large and can accommodate dozens of goons.

Sitting inside was Davat, the mid-level gang leader who managed the casino for Gumball.

"Chen, you have good kung fu." Davat sat on the boss's chair behind his desk. "They say you Chinese are all good at martial arts. I didn't expect the rumors to be true."

Davat sat casually because there were dozens of people in front of him and behind him.

Behind him stood five or six burly men, each of them as tall as Tyson. The key was that these men all had guns in their hands.

"I heard that in the past, the gang boss of Gotham was Carmine Falco, and now it's Maloney. In addition, there are Scott, Jonathan, Lars, your boss Gumball, etc.

Gangster gangs, they often meet together to study how to deal with Batman, but you are not among them."

As Chen Zhao spoke, he looked around with disdain in his eyes: "Although you have a casino, you only have such a small number of people. At most, it is a dynamic organization. You are not even qualified to be called a gang leader."

"So." Chen Zhao raised his middle finger at the other party: "I think you are rubbish!"

Davat was furious in his heart, his eyes were focused, his expression was gloomy, and he waved his right hand suddenly: "Give it to me!"

Dozens of thugs immediately shouted and rushed forward. The office of Nuo Da suddenly became chaotic.

About a minute later, Chen Zhao sat on the boss's chair behind the desk, with his legs on the desk.

Gang leader Davat knelt beside him.

The rest of the people were all lying on the ground, most of them fainted.

Chen Zhao quietly pointed his finger at the armrest of the boss's chair: "Take out my debt note."

Davat immediately opened the safe with a bang, took out a pile of documents, and handed them to Chen Zhao cautiously.

Chen Zhao flipped through them one by one. After finding his own, he nodded, organized the documents, and then stretched out his hand.

Under Dawatt's horrified gaze, the lighter on the desk rose into the air and fell into Chen Zhao's hands.

Then Chen Zhao gently opened the lighter and burned the pile of documents cleanly.

Davat said nothing and remained motionless as he looked at the documents slowly turning into ashes.

"Dawat." Chen Zhao knocked on the armrest again, "You know, I am a poor Chinese, and I have always felt that you Americans are warm and generous, so I want to lend you a sum of money. Do you think it's okay?"

Dawatt was stunned, and suddenly his eyes turned red.

What could he say? Seeing his men all over the place pretending to be dead, all he could say with his bare hands was that money is an extraneous thing. My dear Chen can use it as much as he wants. The word "talking about borrowing" is so vulgar and hurtful!

As he spoke, he took out all the money from the safe.

Chen Zhao simply nodded, it was almost half a million.

After packing a large backpack full of stuff, Chen Zhao patted Davat on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Very good, you can report to Gumball and I will lend you one million."

Gumball's eyes immediately lit up, but then he lowered his head.

He was afraid that any fainted brothers around him would see his secret joy.

At the same time, I felt very grateful to Chen Zhao.

He worked hard to guard the casino for Gumball, but it only cost him one hundred thousand dollars a month.

But now with just one word from him, he would have the opportunity to get 500,000 yuan reasonably and legally.

This is really Jesus alive!

Chen Zhao stepped out of the office, but then came back: "Tell Gumball that I will wait for him to seek revenge from me."

Davat trembled and said nothing.

He saw with his own eyes that Chen Zhao had unparalleled strength, even more powerful than Bruce Lee.

It is impossible for Bruce Lee to knock out dozens of people in just one minute, including several Tysons with guns.

This kind of strength will be in vain even if Batman comes.
Chapter completed!