Just as the three of them were arguing over the issue of faith and Lawrence was about to be persuaded, Li Xiaobin, who was wearing a scarf, walked over after finishing his work.

"Are you eating okay?" In the hot weather, the cold mechanical sound seemed to have a warmth.

Lawrence gave a thumbs up: "Delicious!"

Jonathan followed with thumbs up; "+1."

I have been with Li Zitao for a long time and haven't learned anything else, but I have learned a lot of fun sentences.

Li Xiaobin waved to the younger brother who was pushing the cart, took down two cages from above, and said, "The new product in the store, Crystal Shrimp Dumplings, try it!"

This time, he developed the new product himself, although he could no longer taste the taste due to his injuries.

But the memory of taste and craftsmanship is still there, and the help of the hotel chef made him a crystal shrimp dumpling that satisfies most of the guests.

"I'll try it." Seeing his expression full of confidence, Li Zitao picked up one and put it in his mouth, and his expression immediately became plump.

Jonathan shouted in an exaggerated manner: "It's delicious, so delicious."

Although Lawrence was not that exaggerated, looking at his face that seemed to be smiling, you know that he was very satisfied with the taste.

"By the way, the recent election is really lively, but unfortunately no one has the right to vote." Li Xiaobin said with some regret.

Since the establishment of the Chinese Association, Chinese have also begun to care about political issues outside Chinatown and politics.

However, because they do not have the right to vote, their attention is limited to verbal refutations and arguments.

"Does there be any plans over there?" Li Zitao has not been concerned about the development of the Chinese Association for many years.

I only know that they have developed very smoothly, and under the interference of the headquarters, more and more people are concerned about Chinatown and the city's attitude, management and specific terms towards the Chinese.

Compared to the past, the status of Chinese people is like a difference between heaven and earth.

"Now, Chinese people have the right to run?" Li Zitao asked suddenly thoughtfully.

"It's useless. We don't have the right to vote, and no one will vote for a Chinese." Li Xiaobin shook his head helplessly.

"That may not be."

Li Zitao smiled and said, "I can talk to the state government to make Chinatown an independent constituency, and the Chinese are responsible for the management."

Li Xiaobin asked curiously: "What's the use of that?"

"Of course it's useful. If there is 1, there will be 2. Everything is difficult at the beginning. As long as you have this beginning, it will be much easier to get Chinese people to join the official election later."

“Planning for the future?”

Lawrence and Jonathan nodded in agreement and said, "This is a good idea. As long as there is a precedent, many difficulties will be solved."

As they were talking, gunshots and screams suddenly sounded outside, followed by disorderly chaos, and three people took over the first floor of Jinjiang Hotel.

"How could this happen?" Li Xiaobin stood up and asked, "Is anyone injured?"

Wang Kui whispered: "A waiter was shot in the chest and it seems that the situation is not good."

"Is there a chance to subdue them?" Li Zitao asked.

"We will look for opportunities." Wang Kui said calmly.

Li Xiaobin couldn't sit still anymore, looked around, walked to the bar with a hesitation expression, and took out the Browning pistol inside.

Although both produced by Colt Company and named after the company, the Colt pistol is the perfect son, Browning can only be regarded as an "adopted son" at most.

But whether it is military or civilian market, Browning is more popular and has a better evaluation than his own son.

Seeing him loading the bullet and walking towards the stairs with his gun, Li Zitao grabbed him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Li Xiaobin pressed his hands and said, "I'll help."

"Your marksmanship is not as accurate as me." Li Zitao said hilariously after snatching the Browning pistol in his hand; "I'll go and follow me."

"???" Li Xiaobin was a little confused about what he wanted to do.

I took my gun and asked myself to keep up. What the hell is this going to do?

"Just keep up." He winked at Wang Kui. After review, David, who had been re-employed, walked in front and was the first to walk down the stairs.

Following closely behind are two other reserve bodyguards, followed by Wang Kui, Li Zitao and Li Xiaobin.

The group quickly arrived at the second floor. Before they had time to communicate, the stairs leading to the first floor came with rapid and heavy footsteps.

David looked at Wang Kui, and when he saw him nodding, he rushed to the stairs fence, leaned over and squatted down and waited quietly.

"Everyone, lie down." Before the robber rushed up, he raised his gun and shot the bullet into the ceiling, punching through the middle partition.

At this time, he stood completely on the partition on the second floor, turning his head to observe the situation here.

But before he could threaten again, a strong arm walked around his neck from the front and then lifted it upwards with force.

"Ho, hoho..." The feeling of suffocation made the brain panic, and instinctively wanted to break free from the arms that were imprisoning themselves, and the gun in his hand was also thrown to the ground.

The body struggled desperately, trying to attract the attention of her companions, but there was no response because the body was lifted off the ground.

Soon, the struggling body stopped moving.

David kept his throat locking position for about ten seconds before gently putting him on the ground.

"Hey, what are you doing? What's going on?" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the shouts of the robbers' companions came from below.

The sound made when the pistol landed made him feel vaguely uneasy. He did not hear his companion's response at this time, which made him even more suspicious.

When he leaned forward and looked up at the stairs, he was wondering if he wanted to go up and take a look, his companion appeared at the end of the stairs.

"FK, what are you doing?" the robber who was startled shouted, and he couldn't help but relax his vigilance.

But what he was waiting for was not the response from his companion, but the deadly muzzle stretched out from the other party's crotch, and then Mars bloomed...

Bang.

The moment the robber fell to the ground, a figure rushed down like a dexterous cat, and his body fell to the end and rolled up, pointing the gun in his hand straight to the bar.

"you……"

Bang.

All the hijacked guests were squatting on the ground, and no one dared to look up and see what was going on.

When the gunshots sounded, their bodies trembled suddenly.

The body trembled even more violently with the dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Until a voice suddenly came: "Everyone, the robber is dead, it's okay."

The cold mechanical sound is now like a gospel from outside the sky.

Someone trembled and raised his head and found that the hotel owner was indeed Li Xiaobin, who was standing at the entrance of the stairs.

The robbers who were originally standing there and at the bar disappeared, so I believed that what he said was true.
Chapter completed!