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It wasn't until after eleven o'clock that people came in to eat one after another.

Usually at this time, He Tao should be in charge of entertaining, but Chen Xin didn't see his figure, and immediately took the initiative to receive him.

Who said that there is no salary for this kind of reception, but the tip belongs entirely to him, usually he does not have this opportunity.

Most of the people who come here to eat here are local Tang people, and occasionally foreigners.

In the blink of an eye, it was past twelve o'clock, the restaurant gradually became lively, He Tao did not appear for a long time, Chen Xin also enjoyed it, in just an hour, the tip he collected was already twenty or thirty yuan, which was already about five times his hourly salary.

"Chen Xin, why didn't He Tao come!".

Just as Chen Xin was busy, a rough voice suddenly interrupted his voice.

Chen Xin turned his head and saw that a sturdy figure occupied all his sight, with fierce eyes and a bald head and round face, it was the owner of this restaurant, Zhao Jiangang.

"I don't know. "

Chen Xin shook his head slightly and said truthfully.

Hearing Chen Xin's answer, Zhao Jiangang didn't ask much, and continued to call angrily with the phone.

When it was more than two o'clock, the guests finally finished, but Chen Xin, who was tired enough, had an obvious smile on his face, and the tips he had received in the past few hours were almost hundreds.

After he rested for a while, he went into the back kitchen and began to brush the dishes.

The plates in the mountain were brushed to more than three o'clock, Chen Xin gasped, and when he finally fished the last plate out of the water, he suddenly heard a quarrel outside.

Chen Xin suddenly poked his head out curiously, and found that Zhao Jiangang was confronting the three tattooed men, as if they were arguing about something, while Zhao Ying was standing behind Zhao Jiangang with his hands folded, and a trace of anger could be seen on his face.

Chen Xin couldn't help but walk out slowly, trying to listen to their conversation, but his vocabulary was not very good, not to mention that it was colloquial, so it sounded very laborious.

He quietly stood beside Zhao Ying, only to see Zhao Jianguo confronting the three of them, but he did not show weakness, and he could hear the angry scolding clearly in his words.

After a while, Chen Xin almost understood their conversation.

Unexpectedly, it was because of He Tao, who owed them money and injured people and fled, these gangsters couldn't find He Tao and came to the door.

"Fake, the money He Tao owes is about Lao Tzu's, if you have the ability, find him, you have nothing to do with me, you can't even find anyone to be a gangster!".

Zhao Jianguo scolded angrily in broken and accented English.

"Hmph, you're his boss, who knows if you hid him, either hand him over or pay him back!".

The white tattooed man said arrogantly, in fact, they just couldn't find anyone, and now they just wanted Zhao Jianguo to pay them back.

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you, get out of here right now!".

Zhao Jiangang didn't want to pay attention to the other party's nonsense at all, and scolded loudly.

Hearing Zhao Jiangang's arrogant words, the three big men suddenly became excited, and the person who took the lead directly took out a swarthy pistol from his waist and faced Zhao Jiangang's bald head.

Zhao Ying's body was suddenly shocked, and she wanted to block in front of Zhao Jiangang in a hurry, but was pulled behind by Zhao Jiangang with one hand.

Chen Xin took a deep breath when he saw this, this is a gun, and it is estimated that it cannot be fake, and his right hand can't help but hold it on the handle in the sleeve of his waist.

However, this scene was seen by the white man, and the muzzle of the gun was immediately pointed at Chen Xin, thinking that Chen Xin was hiding the gun.

"Get the stuff out of your waist!".

The white man scolded loudly, and everyone's eyes suddenly fell on Chen Xin.

Zhao Ying looked at Chen Xin incredulously, not understanding where Chen Xin got the gun.

Zhao Jiangang's eyes flickered, and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Chen Xin, who was pointed at the gun, even breathed a little slowly, and slowly pulled out the dagger.

Seeing that Chen Xin was hiding a dagger, several gangsters immediately laughed disdainfully, and turned their guns at Zhao Jiangang.

A dagger, is it fast to have a knife?

Chen Xin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes stared at them tightly, don't look at it as just a magic weapon, even if he didn't have mana, he could kill them from a distance of one or two meters.

Now he was thinking about whether to do it or not, he could guarantee that this dagger magic weapon could easily kill them, but killing people here would be difficult to end.

"Don't F**K pretend to be garlic, young man! want to scare me, you don't deserve it!".

Zhao Jiangang said with a sneer, his face was even more vicious, and he held the handle of the gun very boldly, as if he was not afraid of the other party's move at all.

"This is Chinatown, you don't have the courage to do it, if there is a bullet in this gun, I will have your last name!".

Hearing Zhao Jiangang's words, the white man smiled, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all by the other party.

"Heh, I advise you to hand over He Tao as soon as possible, otherwise this matter will not be over!".

Dahan casually put away the gun, left with a threat.

Chen Xin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but looked at Zhao Jiangang with some puzzlement, not knowing how he knew that there was no bullet in this gun.

Feeling Chen Xin's gaze, Zhao Jiangang smiled disdainfully and explained.

"This is not their territory, and if they are so swaggering, breaking into other people's territory with guns and bullets, they don't want to get out alive. "