"So, that's how you treat your guests?"

Lance's calm words with a hint of sarcasm made everyone stunned. The gangsters exchanged glances with uncertainty, but the muzzle in their hands still aimed at Lance. Lance took a step to the side, and all the muzzles moved with his footsteps, which made Lance chuckled and shook his head, stopped, turned around, and looked at the group of gangsters in front of him again.

Lance said immediately without rushing, but squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the group of young people who broke into the room. Their thin pupils were like an elegant leopard, examining his prey, as if there were only a group of antelopes who were planning to use their horns to fight against him, and all his emotions were in sight.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room solidified again, and even the sound of breathing quietly disappeared. Albert looked at Lance in surprise, but he didn't understand what Lance was doing. He turned around and looked over. Hayden made a silence move at him, while Percy looked at Lance's back with concentration, and his muscles tensed up all over his body. The ready-to-go movement further condensed the tense atmosphere.

There are seven young people in front of me. Although I don’t know the specific age, the biggest one is probably only in my early twenties. The tenderness, youth, impulse, and vitality are all clearly written in my eyes.

Lance could vaguely see hesitation in their eyes. He knew that this group of children who grew up in slums had a special feeling for white people. On the one hand, they hated white people and believed that white people had taken away their happy lives; but on the other hand, they were afraid of white people. In the impression, white people always colluded with high-ranking officials of the government, and they could easily kill life and death with just one sentence.

Now Lance is taking advantage of this contradictory and mixed emotions. His calmness, conviction and pretentiousness are his only bargaining chips and the only opportunity. Of course, Lance knows the terrible consequences of his aggressive actions, but he has never been the kind of person who is used to being passively beaten. He has to take back the initiative bit by bit. As for the high risk accompanied by high returns... that is the necessary way.

"If this is how you treat guests, then I think you don't want more guests to come in the future." Lance said slowly, but the fact is that his Portuguese is not very fluent, and he needs time to clarify his thoughts. Speaking of this, he paused a little and looked at the young man directly in front of him-he looked like he was the leader, holding a machine gun in his hand, and then raised his eyebrows gently, with a look of confusion and curiosity in his eyebrows, "As long as the boss on your head doesn't mind, then..." Lance shrugged, and the second half of his words disappeared.

"Shut up! Shut up!" the young man angrily angrily, gritted his teeth and waved the gun in his hand at Lance, "You better shut up! If you believe it or not, I will shoot directly, and then silence you all here!"

Lance raised his hands to surrender, but laughed lightly, with a "as long as you are happy", then shut up and stood there without saying a word.

Lance's sudden silence made the young man panic, and Lance could even see the fear in his eyes. At this time, the room had completely quieted down, but there was still noisy outside the room. The young man yelled outside angrily, "Shut up his mother, otherwise I'll shoot directly and solve all of you."

The commotion outside the house continued for a while, and many people were muttering, but it slowly calmed down.

The young man gritted his teeth fiercely, picked up the buttstock of the machine gun and smashed it directly at Lance. However, Lance raised his left hand and directly blocked his movements. Then he quickly grabbed the buttstock and handle of the machine gun with both hands.

Seeing Lance's action, the other six people in the room held their pistols and pointed them at Lance's head in an instant, and took a step forward. It seemed that as long as Lance acted rashly, his head would become a hornet's nest. The tension in the air was about to break out, and even all the sounds outside the room completely disappeared, silent.

Lance's heart has jumped to his throat, and even his back can feel the trajectory of sweat slowly falling. Life is not a movie. In the movie, the male protagonist can always take the initiative gracefully and calmly, and then solve the problem in an understatement. Even the suits are not contaminated with any dust. That is because their destiny is in the hands of the screenwriter, not those bad guys. But real life is not, everything is real, all situations are uncontrollable, and a little deviation can lead to uncontrollable consequences. Especially, this is the City of God.

The more this happens, the more Lance forces himself not to panic, at least not to show panic. On the surface, he shows unprecedented calmness.

Lance showed an innocent expression on his face, and his lively eyes seemed to say, "I am just defending myself and have no intention of provoking trouble." Then he raised his hands and slowly straightened his back, looking like he had retreated, but in fact he was just standing straight. But this visual gap made the group of people in front of him breathe a sigh of relief and retreated slightly for half a step.

Lance carefully depicted the fear and panic in the eyes of the young man leading the way, and decided to add another fire. He moved forward little by little, and said in a straightforward manner, "I am an American, and my friends are all Americans. You should know that the US Embassy will pay attention to every move we make. Once something happens to us, things will definitely not be so easy to solve."

The words without any emotional rendering made the facts extremely clear. Lance could even see the young man's palms starting to sweat - his palms holding the butt were constantly adjusting, as if the slippery sweat had made him unable to hold his hands tightly.

Unconsciously, Lance had already walked straight ahead of the young man, cleverly avoided the gun, and said condescendingly, "Believe me, you won't want things to develop to this point!" The firm tone gave the other party almost no room for thinking, and quietly shifted the other party's thinking to another direction.

Lance knew that he had succeeded halfway. But this was not the end. The reason why the gangsters were difficult was that they were uncontrollable. No one knew whether they would completely lose control in the next second, and then they picked up the gun in their hands and started firing.

Lance began to give in, step by step, then step by step, slowly and in an orderly manner, clearly expressing that he was not at all dangerous or aggressive. After three steps in a row, Lance stopped, "What's more, we came here with friendship today." This sentence made the seven young people focus their attention, "I heard... there is the best big/ma in Rio. We came here for vacation, and what we need most is a little fun."

This was Lance's desperate bet. He didn't know whether the group of gangsters in front of him were selling big/ma. Maybe they were just small characters who were cheated, maybe they were more keen on robbing directly... But this was the only opportunity after Lance's painstaking management, indicating that they were not only harmless, but also came with a deal. Even if these gangsters have no direct relationship with big/ma, the drug/product transactions in the City of God have been repeatedly banned, and are in the hands of a few big bosses. The gangsters don't care about Lance's face, but also look at the face of the big bosses. He dare not stop the conclusion of this deal.

In a short period of time, Lance's brain had reached its limit, which was his last bet, and it was also the bet to resolve all crises.

Lance showed a harmless smile, "You know, this time is the craze for Americans to come for vacation." After that, Lance gave the other party a meaningful look, as if saying: This is a big market, I am the trader. If the goods here satisfy me, then the next transaction will continue.

A gangster will never dare to stop such a big business.

But the problem is that Lance just hints, but did not say it directly. All this is just a guess of the gangster. This is the way Lance left for himself to avoid forcing the little ghost to retreat and find the Ghost King.

Sure enough, Lance saw the young man in the lead flashing eyes, and he relaxed, and even a smile appeared on his face, "You should have said it earlier." The young man said with a smile, this sentence was in English, and then the young man walked forward and patted Lance's arm, "You should have said it from the beginning."

Lance naturally would not refute the young people's words - they did not give Lance a chance to speak at first. Instead, Lance showed a gentlemanly smile and shrugged, "So, do you have the goods here? Or, I should go..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man shook his head vigorously, "No, I, here, trade with me." The clumsy English clearly expressed a meaning, and then he turned around and shouted to his companion in Portuguese, "Where is the big/ma? They are here to buy big/ma!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lance quickly looked back at Percy and others, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have cash?" The remaining thirty-five dollars in Lance's pocket were stolen in chaos just now, but Percy and the other three touched their pockets, with a look of ashen.

Donald walked up at this time, standing side by side with Lance, giving Lance a look. When the young man turned around, Donald walked up and took the opportunity to whisper in the young man's ear, "It's a little higher than usual, I'll get the difference in the middle." In fact, Lance had heard this sentence, but he deliberately pretended not to hear it. Lance knew that Donald was further diluting their suspicion.

A black man came to the City of God with four white men with the purpose of buying big/maru, and this black man was a middleman, which is the most convincing statement. Donald reacted very quickly.

The young man indeed smiled with satisfaction, took out a large bag of rolled big/maru and handed it to Lance. Then Donald took out a few dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into the young man's palm. Then both sides laughed with satisfaction. The young man waved to his friends, "Go!" Then, the group of people left the house in a blink of an eye as if the tide was receding.
Chapter completed!