Jiang Hao withdrew his hand,

Turning his head to look at the white man. At this moment, the white man looked at Jiang Hao with resentment. He could not beat him, but he could not stop his hatred from fermenting.

"Aren't you going to apologize now?" Jiang Hao asked.

The white man gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "I have my dignity, and if you rob me of my money, I will definitely sue you at the sheriff, you can wait."

Jiang Hao shook his head and smiled coldly.

"Winn, John, Elmer, Charles, you four, pull him out of town and get rid of it." Jiang Hao said in a indifferent tone.

The white man was stunned. He never thought that the other party would kill him. The guy was scared in an instant. Just as he was about to shout, he suddenly rushed to him with a huge fist.

"Bang!"

Wien smashed the guy with a punch, leaving him without even a chance to shout.

Wien entered the house with a rough man in one hand, and soon carried a bag wrapped in a single piece of paper, and the four of them left through the back door.

Jiang Hao looked at the shocked Chinese man and said, "Come with me, I'll ask you something."

Wien and the other four rode their horses outside the town. There was wilderness everywhere, and the wind blew across the ground, making the weeds tremble.

Four people dismounted and threw the sheets on the ground.

"oh"

A cry of pain came from the package. It seemed that the guy was awake, but he couldn't even move in the cover sheet.

"What should we do with him?" John asked.

"Isn't it over just killing me with one shot?" Prince Charles said.

"Or chop off my head, I bring a machete," Elmer said.

Wien shook his head, "You are such a group of cruel guys. Didn't the head say that we must follow the head's request to put him in the ground."

"Head that was just scaring him. We didn't issue this order when we left, just let us deal with him." Charles said.

"But since the head said it before, it must be his will. We must act according to his will." Wien insisted.

"Okay, listen to you." The other two nodded.

The rough man in the sheet kept listening to the conversation between the four people, his body trembling even harder. At first, he just thought that the man was scaring him, but he didn't expect that he would really kill him. Didn't he just bully a Chinese? He didn't understand why these white people wanted to kill him for a yellow-skinned monkey.

"No, don't kill me, please, can't I apologize? I'm willing to compensate that yellow skin. Oh no, that yellow man, please don't kill me."

The rough man kept begging in the sheets, but no one paid attention to him.

Crack~ Crack~

There was only the sound of shoveling soil next to it. Soon, Wien and the others dug a hole. Wien grabbed the roll and directly planted him in the hole.

"No, forgive me, don't kill me, no"

A shovel of soil was filled in, and soon the pit was filled. At first, the rough man's legs were exposed outside and struggled and kicked, but soon the movement stopped.

Wien looked at the rough man who was no longer moving and said with a smile: "I guess there will be bright flowers here next year."

"Go away!"

The four of them got on their horses and ran away rumblingly, leaving a different scenery in the wilderness.

In Jiang Hao's room, the Chinese stood there respectfully and restrainedly, looking very cramped. Jiang Hao said, "What's your name?"

"The little one, the little one is called Pan Yu."

"Pan Yu, don't be nervous, I'm looking for you to ask something."

"Sir, please ask." Pan Yu replied carefully.

Jiang Hao would not ask them how hard the Chinese live in the United States are, nor would he ask how Chinese people are now excluded and oppressed, because he has read all these information and knows more than the experiences in front of him.

Perhaps he had personal experience, but Jiang Hao stood from a historical perspective and looked at the overall perspective, and knew what the Chinese experienced during this period.

"I want to ask, do you know where to get yellow paper, cinnabar and wolf hair pen?" Jiang Hao asked.

Pan Yu was a little stunned. What did an American want to do with those things. "Sir, I'm afraid it's difficult to find those things in Tucson. Maybe there are some in San Francisco. There are tens of thousands of Chinese people gathered in Chinatown over there, so there should be these things."

During this period, San Francisco was the bridgehead for all Chinese people to come to the United States, so the most gatherings were also the ones. There were about 20,000 Chinese in San Francisco, accounting for one-seven or eighth of the population of San Francisco.

San Francisco is now the most populous city on the West Coast. Los Angeles was the second largest city in the United States and the largest city on the West Coast. However, it has not yet developed and the population is only about tens of thousands.

In San Francisco, he must have a look.

Jiang Hao handed the rough man's wallet to Pan Yu, "Please take this money, that guy has no chance to take revenge on you."

Pan Yu took the purse with some trembling trembling, "Sir, I"

"Okay, you go." Jiang Hao waved his hand and asked Pan Yu to leave.

Just as Jiang Hao and Pan Yu were talking in the room, Jiang Hao's men were also talking in the restaurant downstairs.

"Why is the head so protective of that Chinese? Those people are not very popular now?" Vaughn said.

Bill looked at Vaughn and said, "Vaughn, I think you'd better give up this idea. You know that the head has many skills, such as taming a hawk, unlocking a lock, and some strategies and philosophy. He said he learned from a Chinese clergyman and his teacher."

"I think the head must have a lot of feelings for his teacher. He will naturally be unhappy if someone insults his teacher's tribe members in front of him."

Coben said: "I always thought that Head was a very magical person with many magical abilities. It turned out that he learned from clergy from the ancient East."

Wien smiled and said, "I don't have so many messy ideas. I support whatever the head likes. If the head hates it, I will kill him."

Pete raised his glass and said, "Big guy, I find you are not only muscles, but also a wise guy. Have a drink for Wien's words."

Others also raised their glasses and agreed with Wayne's statement.

After dinner, Jiang Hao called the guys in the room, "Stay on a day off today, and start a survey on Tucson tomorrow to collect all useful information and find out if there is any target worth our efforts."

"I understand."

The next day, Jiang Hao also wore a denim outfit and took Pete and Wien around the city, checking the city hall, the security office, the bank and the post office. If it is worth taking action, it is probably the bank and the post office.

The three of them came to the tavern. The tavern was spacious and lively. There was a special gambling area here, and many people gathered together to play poker. Jiang Hao was not interested in this level of poker. Although his skills were average, he promised to win them all.

Suddenly, Jiang Hao saw a familiar person at the card table.

Jiang Hao can guarantee that it was the first time he saw this guy, but why did he seem to have seen his face somewhere?
Chapter completed!