Chapter 643 [One inch shorter and one inch dangerous] (Part 1)

Zhang Daren reacted quickly. The man instinct could not resist in such an occasion, not to mention that Mei Luo himself was a sexy beauty. Zhang Yang retreated back and grabbed Mei Luo's hand that wanted to take further action.

Mei Luo pouted her red lips and said, "Do you want to feel my service?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "You are not the type I like."

These words obviously hurt Meiluo's self-esteem. Her smile was a little awkward, but she still showed good professional qualities: "What type do you like, sir?"

Zhang Yang said: "Are there any smaller ones? You understand what I mean!"

Mei Luo's expression was a little surprised. She didn't expect that this handsome young man also had this perverted habit. Zhang Yang took out two hundred dollars and handed it to her.

Mei Luo took the money and whispered: "Do you want a young prostitute?"

Zhang Yang smiled embarrassedly.

Mei Luo said: "Angella is responsible for this matter, but she is not here tonight."

Zhang Yang said: "I need to provide door-to-door service."

Mei Luo said: "The boss must nod!"

What Zhang Yang wanted to see was his boss Thomas. Mei Luo's words were just right for him, so he took out three US dollars and handed them to Mei Luo.

Money is indeed much more effective than language, Mei Luo said: "I will take you to see him!"

Thomas's office is located on the fifth floor of Red May. Meiluo brought Zhang Yang to the office door. Two black bodyguards were on duty outside. When they saw Meiluo bringing people over, they came up and signaled Zhang Yang to raise his hands and search routinely. Unexpectedly, a brothel owner had such a big style.

Zhang Yang raised his hands and asked them to search carefully. He was convinced that Zhang Yang was not carrying a weapon, so the two allowed Zhang Yang to enter the office. Although Mei Luo was a staff member of Hong May, she was also searched, which shows that Thomas was quite cautious.

Thomas's office is large, with a size of 100 square meters. The walls are covered with oil paintings. All the human bodies are matched with his professionalism. Thomas sat behind a large-scale desk, staring at the computer on the table. From the computer screen, you can see the situation in many rooms. Thomas installed surveillance cameras in almost every room. He had many handles of high-ranking people. He heard footsteps and raised his head. Thomas was forty-six years old, a rare short man among Westerners. His head was bald and wearing a pair of highly myopic glasses. When he saw Mei Luo, he smiled and said, "Mei Luo, my baby, see which noble guest you have brought to me."

Mei Luo told Zhang Yang that she wanted to provide door-to-door service for young prostitutes. Thomas looked Zhang Yang up and down, and he curled his lips and said, "Sir, I think you are wrong. We do not provide services for minors." He was not familiar with Zhang Yang and was full of wariness about him.

Mei Luo temporarily acted as a translator.

Zhang Yang said: "Mr. Thomas, Uncle Li introduced me to me."

After hearing this, Thomas's face suddenly changed. He suddenly realized that this matter was a little bad. This kind of thing involved personal privacy. How could Uncle Li say it out? He hurriedly opened the drawer to get the pistol, but as soon as his hand touched the pistol, Zhang Yang rushed up and kicked the table at the top of the class. The heavy table was kicked forward by Zhang Yang and hit Thomas' chest. Thomas fell to the ground with his chair.

Mei Luo screamed in fear.

Two bodyguards outside the door rushed into the office when they heard the movement. Zhang Yang jumped up in the air and kicked their legs in the chest. The two bodyguards suffered heavy blows and fell to the ground and lost their ability to resist. Zhang Yang picked up the pistol on the ground and aimed at Mei Luo who wanted to escape: "Be obedient!"

Mei Luo stood there in fear, her legs were weak. If it weren't for the support of the wall behind her, she would have collapsed on the ground long ago.

Thomas crawled to get the pistol, Zhang Yang came to him and pressed the pistol against his bare head: "Do you want to die or live?" He winked at Mei Luo and signaled her to help translate.

Mei Luo's trembling voice helped him translate.

Thomas nodded repeatedly and said, "I want to live, I want to live!" There is no need to ask this at all. It is better to live than to die well. Foreigners also understand this principle.

Zhang Yang said: "Help me find Uncle Li, and you can survive."

Thomas was a little confused. He had been in business for many years, had many competitors, and had offended many people. He thought Zhang Yang was coming for him, but he didn't expect that the person was looking for him, but Uncle Li. Thomas smiled bitterly and said, "I'll give you the address, you can go directly to him, why do you want me?"

Zhang Yang said, "You have been providing young prostitutes to the old guy, of course you have a way to get close to him." He stretched out his palm and slapped Thomas behind him. Thomas suddenly felt that his whole spine was extremely cold. He said in horror: "What are you... doing?"

Zhang Yang said: "Don't play tricks, help me find Uncle Li. I promise you are fine. If you can't do it, then don't blame me for being rude."

Thomas hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "I'll make a call!"

Zhang Yang moved the gun away and signaled him to call. Thomas picked up the phone and dialed Uncle Li's number. He stabilized his mood and said, "Uncle Li, I am Thomas. Two fresh products have just arrived. Do you want to taste it?"

After receiving Uncle Li's reply, Thomas smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will send them to the mansion in an hour." After putting down the phone, Thomas wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead and said to Zhang Yang: "It's solved. I don't want to care about your affairs and him. Don't pull me in."

Zhang Yang said: "I'll ask you to accompany me."

A black Mercedes-Benz business car drove into Uncle Li’s villa on Long Island. Mei Luo took two twelve-year-old girls out of the car. Thomas and Zhang Yang walked behind. Thomas was very uneasy. He whispered: "Uncle Li has many bodyguards, and they can search their bodies!"

Zhang Yang was too lazy to pay attention to him. His purpose was to do a big deal and would never let Uncle Li go.

Looking at the two little girls beside Meiluo, Zhang Yang hated Uncle Li more and more. This old thing is really worse than a beast. He is actually able to fight such a young girl. Thomas is not a good bird. He runs Red May to provide pornographic services for young prostitutes. Such people are not much to kill a hundred times.

Mei Luo looked at Zhang Yang with some anxiety. She had an indescribable fear of this Chinese. Zhang Yang's body was filled with a fierce murderous aura. In this matter, she was innocently involved.

Uncle Li stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and stared at the few people getting out of the Mercedes-Benz. He took a chew of the cigar in his hand and suddenly frowned: "Ala, who is the person next to Thomas?"

Alai was Uncle Li's bodyguard, a burly middle-aged man. He walked forward two steps and whispered: "It may be Thomas' bodyguard."

Uncle Li snorted coldly: "The show is quite big. When I come to me, I actually bring my bodyguards and ask them to wait outside the door, just let those two girls come in."

Alai responded.

Thomas had a thought in his mind. Zhang Yang had a gun in his hand. If he ran away, Zhang Yang would definitely be the first to shoot him. Thomas dared not take a risk. When he entered the door, Uncle Li's bodyguard would routinely search his body. That was the best time for him to escape. Thomas was an old fox. He had no interest in other people's grievances. As long as he could get out, he would not be able to take care of so many other things.

Alai walked out from inside with two bodyguards and stopped Thomas and his party at the steps of the entrance. He said to Thomas: "Uncle Li said, just let them both go in."

Thomas was so anxious that he stopped them outside and naturally had no need to search his body. He had no chance to escape. He smiled and said, "I have something important to talk to Uncle Li."

Alai said coldly: "Uncle Li doesn't want to see anyone tonight!"

Thomas looked at Zhang Yang helplessly and said, "Uncle Li doesn't want to see me!" He meant that I don't blame me now. I have tried my best. You have to rely on yourself for the following matters.

Zhang Yang continued to walk forward, Alai pushed his shoulder and wanted to push him out. Alai is a Sanda master. Before coming to the United States, he had won the national Sanda champion in China. Zhang Yang grabbed his wrist and rushed into his arms, and a punch had already hit Alai's throat. He suddenly attacked and suddenly exceeded everyone's imagination. With a click, Alai's throat cartilage was shattered by Zhang Yang's domineering punch. The muscles on his face were twisted because of the pain. Alai covered his neck with pain and fell to the ground.

The other two bodyguards hurriedly took out their pistols. Their movements were obviously much slower than Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang rushed forward and punched them together, and shot them hard on their chests. Zhang Yang showed his hands without any mercy. This punch was exactly the powerful two dragons in the Dragon Fist that were going out to sea. How could these ordinary bodyguards bear it? The two of them cried out and fell to the ground, obviously unable to survive.

Zhang Yang picked up the pistol on the ground, pushed open the door and rushed in.

When Thomas saw Zhang Yang breaking in, and he knocked down three of them in a row as soon as he made a move. At this time, he still didn't escape. He turned around and ran to the Mercedes-Benz business car. Mei Luo and the two young prostitutes also fled with Thomas. Zhang Yang did not stop them. His target was Uncle Li. He wanted to end the battle in a short time. On the way to Long Island, he had called Zhao Tiancai in advance and asked him to come and pick him up. Now Zhao Tiancai should have arrived nearby.

As soon as he walked into the gate, a row of bullets came over. Zhang Yang rolled and dodged, and the bullets shot on the wall beside him and left a row of bullet holes.

Two bodyguards appeared on the second floor stairs. They used the stairs as cover and picked up the slightest rushing towards Zhang Yang to shoot.

Zhang Yang jumped onto the sofa, flipped the sofa over, and a few bullets shot on the backrest of the sofa, and the filled down fluttered everywhere.

The opponent's firepower was too fast, and Zhang Yang could not raise his head. He raised his pistol and aimed at the crystal chandelier in the middle of the living room. He shot several shots in succession, successfully breaking the wires of the crystal chandelier, and the light inside suddenly dimmed a lot.

Two bodyguards approached Zhang Yang with submachine guns. Zhang Yang fired several shots in a row and knocked out several lamps in succession. The light in the living room became dim and dimmed. Of course, the other party understood Zhang Yang's intention and aimed at the place where Zhang Yang was hiding and kept firing the bullets. Zhang Yang was forced to the corner of the wall. He took a deep breath and used his superhuman hearing to judge the other party's position. The moment one of them replaced the bullets, Zhang Yang flashed out and hit the other party's right foot with one shot. The bodyguard fell down in pain. Zhang Yang then shot him in the head with another shot.

Another bodyguard yelled at Zhang Yang to shoot, but Zhang Yang retreated back to his hiding place after hitting the target.

The firepower was slightly weakened. Zhang Yang lay on the ground, kicking the ground with both feet, and slid out quickly against the ground, and shot the bodyguard in the neck with a shot. The bodyguard fell straight down, and the slight rush in his hand was still shooting.

This was Zhang Yang's last bullet. He threw down the empty gun and came to the bodyguard and picked up the slight rush. Unexpectedly, there were no bullets in the submachine gun, so Zhang Yang could only throw the submachine gun down. He heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from the stairs, and he pulled out a saber from the bodyguard's waist and threw it towards the position where it made a sound. A scream came from the darkness. A bodyguard was shot in the eye by the saber, and the blade penetrated into his mind.

Zhang Yang walked up the stairs quickly and pulled out the saber from the bodyguard.

The staircase corridor was very weak, and a tall Japanese appeared opposite Zhang Yang. He held a samurai sword in both hands, his eyes were fierce, and approached Zhang Yang step by step. He seemed to be fighting to the death with Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang looked at the samurai sword in his hand, and then looked at the saber in his hand. The Japanese thought they had the advantage, so they opened their mouths and said fiercely: "Yo Xi!"

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Daren's lips, and he raised his saber and threw it at the other party with all his strength.
Chapter completed!