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On the same day, Mr. Tang took Chu Xun and Chuanwu away from the old city and drove to the side of downtown Los Angeles near the sea. There are lush coconut trees on both sides of the streets in the luxury residential area, and the sunny blue sky and white sandy beach form a picturesque scenery.

Xiao Luo drove the car into the nearby New Chinatown and drove through the wide and flat streets with ease.There are many trendy Cantonese restaurants on the street, and residents of Chinese descent can be seen everywhere, dragging their families with them.Their car quietly turned into the back alley and stayed in a building with carved beams and painted buildings.There are a pair of red lacquered pillars and two small stone lions at the gate.Chu Xun looked up, and there was a plaque on the door, which was called "Dasheng Jingwu Hall".

Chu Xun couldn't believe it. He leaned over to Xiao Tang and asked in a low voice, "Is this your business?"

Tang Jiahao said it before, and he didn't want to say more: "...a friend of mine, he runs a martial arts gym."

"Don't worry, it's safe here."

Just now, this person had been sitting upright in the car, not using his lower body. Chu Xun got into the car in a hurry, so he didn't notice it at all.Tang Jiahao tried to get out of the car, and took out a crutch from the car.

Chu Xun saw it at a glance: "..."

Chu Xun whispered: "Xiao Tang, what's wrong with your leg?"

Tang Jiahao smiled: "Chu Xun, you haven't seen me for a long time, I've been like this for a long time."

Tang Jiahao was quite proficient in his movements, he was obviously used to being crippled, he stood on the ground with his elbows, and walked away with crutches.The little brother next to him hurried over to help him, his fart was bumpy, and he was very dog-legged.

Chu Xun carried the wounded and sick of his family, quietly brought Chuanwu into the martial arts hall, and the two hid in an unoccupied hut on the second floor.He looked around secretly, and found that this so-called "Jingwu Hall" was really a martial arts hall run by local Chinese martial arts masters in Chinatown, where they collected money and recruited disciples.In the lobby downstairs, there are masters teaching Jeet Kune Do, Changquan, and Tanglangquan in Mandarin, Cantonese and English.A group of students included middle-aged and foreign students with black hair, yellow hair and different skin colors, as well as black teenagers, all dressed in white exercise uniforms, tied with red belts, and fluttering skirts. They were arranged in a square array, shouting bursts of At first glance, not to mention how funny and funny!

Tang Jiahao leaned on a pair of crutches, walked with a limp and was not very agile, but the young master held his airs very well, and slowly moved down the stairs, his clothes were not messed up, his hair was neat, and there was a stubborn look in his eyes, Afraid of being looked down upon as a cripple.Downstairs, a group of martial arts disciples lined up on both sides of the stairs, "carrying" this person respectfully, those who put hands together, those who moved stools, and there was someone carrying a purple clay teapot behind Young Master Tang, Pour tea and water at any time...

Chu Xun poked out half of his face from upstairs, observing coldly.He was thoughtful and thoughtful, and he understood with just a few glances that Young Master Tang did not belong to this martial arts gym, but this person stood in the lobby downstairs, and he looked like the owner of the martial arts gym.The little brother came over and raised his hand, Young Master Tang put his hand on the other's wrist, and walked slowly, that posture, the whole thing is like "the lady returns to the palace"!

In the evening, two more wounded were brought in from outside.The two younger brothers who were injured in the police siege and gun battle during the day were quietly transferred here from the other side of the city.

In the martial arts hall, there is a master who specializes in looking after traumatic injuries. He cured the two unlucky guys once, and then went upstairs to see Comrade Xiao Huo's injuries.

The heat on Chuanwu's body subsided a little, his trousers were stripped off, and his bare back was covered with a quilt.The old doctor took a closer look: "Oh, it hurts, it's a long way to run, the flesh is all worn out."

This old doctor is a combination of Chinese and Western medicine, and he is best at treating all kinds of trauma with swords, guns and halberds, and he has a lot of experience.This person injected Chuanwu with two powerful western medicine injections, and took a pack of traditional Chinese medicine for nourishing blood, nourishing qi, removing blood stasis and promoting muscle growth. He said that the young man is in good health, and he will be fine after two days of care. However, the injury is on the pelvis. The place may affect your running in the future.

Chuan Wu asked, "What's the matter?"

Chu Xun became anxious when he heard it: "It will affect his running? Will he be able to kick and hit with his left leg in the future?"

The old master rolled his eyes, shook his head and smacked his lips: "Still kicking, still beating? You can hack and kill all day long, that boy Long Zai, sooner or later he will kill himself like this..."

When the master gave Comrade Xiao Huo an injection, Chu Xun watched by the bedside.For some reason, Chuanwu suddenly grabbed Chu Xun's wrist and squeezed it tightly.

The needle plunged into the muscles of Chuanwu's buttocks, and the liquid slowly pushed in. Chuanwu frowned slightly, and clenched Chu Xun even tighter.

Chu Xun was puzzled at first: "No way, are you afraid of pain from injections?"

A bullet was embedded in the crack of this man's bone, and he fought fiercely with his opponent without uttering a word.

Chuanwu's eyelashes trembled, he didn't say a word, he didn't cry out in pain, and he didn't let go, his lips were slightly pursed, feeling aggrieved.

Chu Xun: "What are you doing?"

As soon as the doctor walked away, Chuanwu immediately pushed him to the side of the bed, asked Chu Xun to sit on the head of his bed, hugged Chu Xun's thighs in his arms, and held them down. His intention was very obvious: Master Huo Hemiplegia for a while, and you don't know the place well, Xiaoxun, don't run around, don't start thinking about it when you see an "old friend".I'm in pain, my back is hurting, my hips are hurting, now my buttocks are hurting, my whole body hurts, you stay with me in bed honestly...

Chu Xun understood, the elders, the one surnamed Huo was jealous of the second master, made a fool of himself, and didn't explain clearly, the way of acting like a baby in a muffled voice is so fucking interesting!

Er Wu is a sullen person, he puts on a cold face in front of outsiders, looks like a door god, expressionless, and rejects people thousands of miles away.When the two of them face each other in private, the big man can turn into a reckless boy in a blink of an eye, and all kinds of temperament and nature are exposed... and only in front of the closest people, will he show his true colors like this, and he will not hesitate to accommodate.

Chu Xun snorted and mocked, "Who are you?"

Chuanwu asked back, "What's wrong with me?"

Chu Xun sneered: "You are narrow-minded again, aren't you stingy?"

Chuan Wu's tone was serious: "There is no such thing."

Chu Xun gestured with his hands: "Xiaotang is so generous today, I was almost in a panic at that time, you are bleeding all over your body. If Xiaotang hadn't let us take this ride, how could we have escaped?! "

I am stingy?snort.Huo Chuanwu listened to Chu Xun's nonsense, a small expression appeared on the corner of his mouth, he was unwilling, Huo Erye was so miserable and down and out in his life, why did he fall into the hands of that soft-hearted Young Master Tang? How much favor is owed to the other party, and no one would be willing to owe that person.

Chu Xun leaned close to Chuanwu's ear, with a proud face on his face: "This is me, the second master. I usually work hard to get the position, and our emotions are used wisely. My best friends'close friends' are everywhere, let me call, You are always on call. Look at our Xiaotang, how much iron I am..."

Before Chu Xun finished speaking, Chuan Wu stretched out his big hand to pinch his inner thigh, and Chu Xun let out an "Ouch".

The two of them laughed in the dark at the corner of the bed, narrowly escaping death. They haven't laughed like this for a long time...

The two of Chu and Huo hid upstairs in the Dasheng Jingwu Hall and spent the most dangerous day and night, but they were also safe and sound.

He settled Huo Chuanwu properly, went to find a safe and safe place elsewhere, and called the consulate.This martial arts gym is quite close to the Chinese consulate, only a few blocks away, and they can transfer there at any time.

Chu Xun filled in the progress of the news that had been missed for several days.Since the rebellion of the big bald bird, Colonel Chu's airborne pursuit has caused uneasiness and smoke everywhere in the United States for several days.Spokespersons of the foreign ministries of the two countries were not idle and took notes with each other.China asked the U.S. to extradite the fugitive corrupt high-ranking official Hou Shi, blatantly and secretly criticizing that the United States should not turn a good country into a "corrupt official nursing home"; Suspect, hand over the suspect quickly.The two sides have a tacit understanding that the word "spy" will never appear in the wording of the media, and the sensitive nerves will not be touched. In fact, they know each other well and talk about each other, and they both urge each other to "make friends."

Of course, the Chinese Consulate is completely pushy about certain matters. We have never heard of any suspects, and we can't hand over anyone. The Consulate will never cover up.

So Chu Xun stayed in a hiding place near the consulate for the time being, and arranged to move after the limelight passed in the past few days.

There was only one thing, Chu Xun suffocated blood in his heart, unable to vent, and said to Boss He: "Xiao Huo is injured, we can't continue our activities, we can only retreat early... It's a big bald bird."

He Cheng comforted him on the phone across the ocean: "Hou's surname must be closely guarded and protected by the Americans. We can't find out where he is. Even if you know the location, it will be difficult to get started. Your own safety is important, so don't act too hastily. "

Chu Xun said bitterly: "My little sister is hurt...I won't be reconciled if I don't get rid of that person."

He Cheng said: "If you want to get rid of this person, you will have plenty of opportunities in the future."

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Chinatown at night is full of traffic and bustling wine shops.Chaozhou Hokkien dialect was heard from everywhere in the market restaurants.The big red lantern in front of the martial arts hall cast a red light, illuminating the head of the stone lion.The mighty statue of Emperor Guan is enshrined in the lobby, holding a big sword, which symbolizes the benevolence, righteousness, loyalty and courage festivals believed by the local Chinese community.

That night, there was a small commotion in the martial arts hall, and their boss came back.The kid who had a shootout with the Los Angeles police during the day, with gray hair, tattoos, and blood on his body, slipped into the martial arts gym through the back door.This person's family name is Mai, and Taoists are used to addressing him as "A-Long" and "Long Zai", and his younger brothers all tremblingly address him as "Brother Long".

There was a red gauze wrapped around this man's shoulders, and it looked like he was from a knife-edge licking blood, but he didn't care, he drank a whole pot of tea in one breath, and there were red threads under his eyes.He was obviously wounded, but there was a kind of coolness and hostility all over his body that had been vented after a fierce battle. There was a beautiful green dragon tattooed on the right cheek, forehead, and corner of the eye, which was hidden by the hair curtain.

Tang Jiahao came down from the stairs with crutches on his crutches, glanced at it, and grunted, "Didn't you be hacked to death?"

With a smile on the corner of Aaron's mouth, he didn't care: "I don't kill people so easily."

The corners of Tang Jiahao's beautiful eyes showed a hint of arrogance. As soon as he turned his crutches, he turned his face and was about to leave. Aaron hurriedly called out: "Hey, hey, where are you going? Come back to me."

Tang Jiahao: "What are you doing?"

Aaron: "You ran really fast today, and I didn't see you again in a short time. I came back in the middle of the night, and almost died on the way. You've been back for a long time?"

Tang Jiahao asked back: "Didn't you tell me to run fast, and now you think I run too fast?"

Aaron sneered: "Hmph, I fucking thought you came back to pick me up after driving around in the car, but you got someone else and ran away first, and didn't care about my life or death?"

Now that the crisis is resolved, it is also free.The two of them bickered viciously, and there was a bit of obvious ambiguity in their voices.The younger brothers around me stared at him with big eyes, as if they had long been used to this kind of cat-dog fight, and it was no surprise.

Aaron asked: "Who did you bring back?"

Tang Jiahao: "My friend."

Aaron: "What friend?"

Tang Jiahao: "My friend, you have asked so many questions, what the hell."

What's the matter?

Brother Long was choked back, and in a daze, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he just watched Xiaotang limping on crutches, and went upstairs without looking back...

Chu Xun glanced along the upstairs window, looked at the tattoo on this person's face, and probably knew the identity of this group of people.This local Chinese gang is a member of the "Fuqing Gang" that spanned the east and west coasts of the North American continent.The descendants of veteran immigrants from Fujian and Guangdong formed gangs in the United States and Canada. They flourished in the 90s and [-]s of the last century and made their fortunes by trading people and snakes.Various gangs divide their spheres of influence in Chinatown, collect protection fees according to the size of the territory, compete for territory, hack and kill... New York and Los Angeles police have spent great efforts in rectifying the siege in recent years. Laundering his identity, turning to legal business, opening casinos, supermarkets and restaurants, doing serious business to make money.

This martial arts gym is Long Zai's business, and there are two other Chinese supermarkets on this street, and he is also the major shareholder behind it.In the past two years, oriental culture has become popular in the North American continent. Chinese characters, tea art, beauties, movie stars and Chinese kung fu have become the fashion pursued by the locals.Long Zai's martial arts school is adjacent to the wealthy district and Hollywood Movie Town, and many foreigners come here to learn Kung Fu.When a big Hollywood director casts a Kung Fu movie, an invitation letter is sent, and a group of boys in his martial arts gym will copy the guys and form a team to do martial arts for others, make cameo appearances, and the business is quite good.

In the room, Erye Huo was lying on the small bed with his back, leaning his upper body.The bed was inherently narrow, and Chuanwu took up the whole bed by himself.

Chu Xun frowned, and brought in a small bowl of Chinese medicine.He boiled the medicine himself.

Chu Xun had never cooked traditional Chinese medicine before, and he was worried about letting others handle it.Those little guys in the martial arts hall, all of them have slanted eyebrows, their sweatshirts are not stained with oil, and they can't be washed clean between their fingernails. At first glance, they are not raised by serious families. They can go out to fight, but they can't do meticulous work. no.

Chu Xun's nose twitched, and he smelled it: "It's so fucking bitter."

Chuan Wu grinned: "Then, you drink it for me."

Chu Xun: "Fuck you, I've spent a long time cooking it up, for healing, do you think you're drinking and having fun?"

Chuanwu didn't like to drink traditional Chinese medicine either, so he brewed it for a while with a bowl in his hands, closed his eyes, and swallowed it in one gulp, wrinkled his nose bridge, and wrinkled his eyelashes from the bitterness.

Chu Xun laughed happily: "Is it so bitter!"

Chuanwu: "You can try it yourself?"

Chu Xun: "I don't want to taste it, it's not me who got shot in the ass."

A ray of light flashed in Chuanwu's eyes, and he suddenly raised his elbow and pulled him into his arms, blocking Chu Xun's mouth firmly, from the inside out, grinning Chu Xun bitterly...

Chu Xun made this man suffer so much that his tongue was twisted, and his mouth was full of the smell of Chinese medicine.His family's second martial artist is a prudish one. When he got into bed, he was a male animal with a big beast, and he did it very fiercely.Apart from kissing while having sex on the bed, they rarely seem to be intimate.Erwu seldom nibbled on him so actively.

Chuanwu's heavy kiss was also because he met Tang today who was an eyesore.Without any external stimulation, Master Huo wouldn't be so hot and overwhelmed.The two tongues entangled, sucking hard, breathing rapidly, kissing each other a little absent-mindedly, stroking each other's body.

Chu Xun smacked his lips after gnawing, fuck, there are residues of traditional Chinese medicine between his teeth, it's so bitter, but his heart is sweet.

Chuanwu said seriously, in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, but I'm the one who dragged you down this time."

Chu Xun said lightly: "What are you talking about. I saw it all. I should have received this shot. You blocked it for me."

"If you are so lame, at worst, I will carry you on my back wherever I go for the rest of my life."

Chu Xun didn't have any expression when he said this, everything was taken for granted, there was really no need to talk nonsense between the two of them...

There was a "click" when the crutch was tapped outside the window.

Chu Xun knew that someone was peeping outside, so he deliberately ignored it.When the man went downstairs slowly on crutches, he opened the window and quietly counter-reconnaissance.He trusts Xiao Tang, but is always vigilant.

Young Master Tang was in the corridor, and Brother Long grabbed his arm forcefully and pressed him against the corner of the wall.

Tang Jiahao stretched out his hand to break off someone's fingers pinching him one by one, and brushed off the sleeves of his suit: "Why, your clothes are wrinkled by you."

Holding the wall with one hand, Aaron approached the person. The green dragon tattoo on his face glowed blue under the lamp, and his eyebrows and eyes were a bit fierce.

Aaron shook his head: "Who is that person in the room, tell me."

Tang Jiahao: "Which one are you asking?"

Aaron's eyes were gloomy: "Don't fucking fool me, just the one who was injured, tall and tall and cool, with a scar on his face, is he also from the Tao?...Just tell me, who is he?"

Tang Jiahao looked at this person inexplicably: "What kind of brains do you look like, you are such an idiot."

Aaron was so angry: "I'm an idiot? I'm a fucking idiot. I asked you to bring everyone to live at home. Is he your previous girlfriend?"

Tang Jiahao frowned and waved his hands impatiently: "Nonsense, no."

The two were tugging and tugging in the corridor, panting heavily, and the rough beard stubble hurt Master Baipier's delicate face.Tang Jiahao straightened his face and pointed at the other person's nose: "I tell you, they are my friends, they will leave after staying for a few days, keep your mouth tight, don't betray my friend."

Aaron said disdainfully: "Fuck, who am I when Brother Long, I have done that kind of thing?"

A-Long suddenly lowered his head and wanted to bite someone, but Tang Jiahao blocked the face with a pause: "I'm exhausted from running all day, you're bloody, I'm not in the mood, I won't come to that..."

Aaron's voice had a hint of ruffianism: "You bring people to live with me, and live and eat for free, are you still 'not in the mood'?"

When Tang Jiahao heard it, his face sank immediately, and he said seriously: "Okay, I will take people back to my own home. Am I short of food and clothing or money and house? Why do I have to live here? I need it Want to eat yours?!"

Aaron's face immediately softened, and he whispered: "I didn't mean that..."

Tang Jiahao turned his face away and left, pouted and went downstairs on crutches with a stubborn expression.

Aaron supported him from behind.

Tang Shao shook off with a palm: "No need to help."

Aaron: "Xiao Hao."

Young Master Tang: "Don't cling to me, I don't want it anymore."

Aaron: "..."

Young Master Tang went down the stairs, because his legs and feet were inconvenient. Looking from behind, his walking posture was like twisting his buttocks. If he twisted again, he almost had a big tail sticking out of the gap between his buttocks.

Brother Long didn't lick well, his brows were shy and his eyes were drooping, he didn't even fart, and he didn't dare to get angry and shake his face. In front of outsiders, he was also a powerful man with a machete and a gun in his belt. At this time, he followed Xiaotangbao step by step. Behind him, he hugged his hands from behind, fearing that Xiao Tang would trip over the stairs and fall again...

Chu Xun watched from the crack of the window, tried his best to hold back his joy, but unexpectedly, he opened his eyes.

Xiaotang is completely different, not the weak and greasy appearance in the previous impression.She still looks pretty, but her legs are lame, but her temper is good, her mouth is poisonous, her temper is also awkward, and she turns her back whenever she says she wants to.

The relationship between people in this world is really one thing and one thing. It's really interesting who owes whom.