NBA Emperor: Kobe Bryant's Son

Anderson knew that he was not qualified to prevent Sean from taking revenge.

Advise: "Bj, revenge is revenge, those people are all street gangsters, don't get too close, and don't call them brothers."

Sean remained silent, his thoughts were different from Anderson's, the group of people were recruited by K.C, and they never caused him any trouble.

Instead, I often trouble them.

There is a single-story abandoned factory 50 meters ahead. The roads on both sides are full of potholes. A dozen young men in black are waiting here with flashlights.

As soon as Sean's black gold tank arrived, a group of people hurriedly ran around and led them into the factory gate.

Get out of the car.

The younger brothers shouted in unison: "Boss."

"Boss, welcome to the base camp."

A little boss said respectfully.

Sean nodded, and walked into the factory together with Anderson, with a concrete floor of [-] to [-] square meters, a simple boxing ring, some worn-out fitness equipment, a basket...

Wherever Xiao En went, the sound of bosses poured into his ears, which made him feel a little guilty, and the people who followed him didn't even have a decent foothold.

The environment is worse than Roy's.

There was a roar of a car, accompanied by a puff of black smoke, and [-] to [-] young people gathered in front of a car.

There was a black guy at the bottom of the car repairing the car, and the driver was a Latino youth stepping on the accelerator.

Sean was used to the explosive roar of a supercar, and frowned when he heard the hoarse and weak engine sound.

Loudly said: "Hey~ Don't fix it, the car is scrapped."

A group of people turned their heads to see Sean, with joy in their eyes.

Before they could make a sound, the black guy under the car poked his head out and said angrily, "Fuck, which little bitch is questioning my car repair skills?"

Seeing that it was Sean, the black boy stuck out his tongue and said in a trembling voice, "Boss...boss, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you."

Sean waved his hand to signal not to be nervous, pointed to the van in front of him, and said, "I don't want these cars anymore. I will arrange thirty extended Hummers to come over tomorrow."

Anderson turned his head to look at Sean, wrinkled his nose and thought to himself: Thirty cars?It's millions.

A group of people exploded in an instant! !

"My God, thirty Hummers??"

"Is it the Hummer endorsed by the boss?"

"Damn it, it's too imposing to drive out."

The guy who repaired the car was stunned, and asked: "Boss, is it true?"

Sean smiled: "Of course, a car with 15 yuan is not unaffordable. What's more, the car I endorsed has a discount."

"Oumaika, Boss, that's great. You don't have to worry about breaking down halfway when you go out. Damn, last time I escorted you to Orange County, a car broke down. I turned around and repaired it for an hour."

Sean was surprised: "Oh? Last time you were repairing the car by the side of the road?"

"Yes."

"What's your name."

"Boss, my name is Michael."

"Michael? Huh... the name is too loud."

"Hah.. I'm the Michael of the auto repair world."

Michael's name has a lot of background, basketball god Michael Jordan, car king Michael Schumacher, pop king Michael Jackson...

Sean waved his hand and turned to leave, walking towards the area where K.C and his group were.

Michael caught up and said shyly, "Boss, can I study your car?"

"Ok."

Sean throws the car keys at Michael.

Michael said happily: "Thank you, boss, I heard that the cost is 2000 million? I want to break my head and don't know what materials to use for 2000 million?"

Sean smiled and said, "It's not the cost, but the value of the car."

"No wonder."

K.C and his group sat on the sofa and waited for a long time without seeing Sean. When they were very puzzled, Sean and Anderson appeared.

The two sides greeted each other.

Anderson finally showed a smile, K.C, Fat Tiger, and Mouse were no strangers to him.

Sean patted Fat Tiger's stomach: "Don't eat too much sweets, it's harmful to your health."

Fat Tiger rubbed his belly and smiled, "Haha~ brother, that's all I like."

Sean told everyone about buying a car, and the group was very excited, especially the leader K.C.

A group of brothers followed Sean in name, but the capital chain was insufficient, and K.C was very troubled by this.

Especially something happened to Sean, and there was no way a quick rescue would be possible without a good car.

"Have most of them ever been to prison?"

Sean asked.

K.C said that although he had been in prison, he had no choice but to call a group of people over!

K.c said: "b.j, if you don't believe me, you can ask randomly. Those who have been in prison stand up."

Seventh, 80 people stood one step ahead, and Anderson was dumbfounded, not expecting so many people.

Sean leaned on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, glanced at everyone, and pointed at Michael: "Tell me, why did you go in?"

Michael said loudly: "Boss, my family used to run an auto repair shop, but it was robbed five years ago, my father was killed, and I was convicted of manslaughter for being overly defensive."

Sean complained: "Fuck, what law? Isn't this self-defense?"

Michael: "I... I chased him out and killed him. Fortunately, I had a lawyer to help me."

Sean took a deep breath, it really was a group of ruthless characters.

Sean pointed to the black youth who brought him into the factory, and the latter stood up and said, "My sister was raped by offal from a street shop, and I set fire to his shop."

All murder and arson.

Sean asked, "What's your name?"

"Boss, my name is Dwarf, and my brothers call me Liao Dwarf."

"......"

Sean thought of the murderer who killed his mother, and planned to ask this group of people. His stepfather, Gus, could not get any clues. Back then, Gus got confused and went to jail.

"Brothers, everyone must know about me. My mother was shot and killed. The gangster had a blue butterfly tattoo on his muzzle. Another gangster seems to have the same tattoo. Do you know what gang is this symbol?"

Sean once asked Roy, Williams, and Black Panther about this matter, and they all had no clue.

A group of people whispered to each other desperately trying to recall!

After half a minute, no one spoke.

Sean frowned: "You all hang out in the society. There are only a few gangs in Los Angeles, no one knows?"

Hearing that the boss was dissatisfied, the group scratched their heads anxiously.

At this time.

A black young man said cautiously: "Boss, are you... thinking wrong?"

Sean asked in confusion, "What do you mean??"

The black youth replied: "Maybe it's not a gang at all, it's just the killer with the same tattoo."

As soon as this word comes out.

Sean suddenly realized that he had been subconsciously associating gangsters with gangs.

K.C agreed: "Banana is right, if the gang members were not poor and crazy, they wouldn't come out to rob."

"I buy Karma, when I was young, the idea in my mind was gangsters. Your name is Banana?"

"Yes."

"Strange, the banana skin is yellow and the flesh is white. You are not yellow-skinned, nor are you white. A black man's nickname is Banana?"

Sean didn't understand.

Banana touched his nose and smiled, "Because my second child is crooked, so my brothers nicknamed it."

Everyone laughed.

Sean collapsed on the sofa laughing until his abdominal muscles twitched.