Chapter 15: The might of the great devil

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　　The gunshot interrupted Li Zitao's conjecture. When he pushed open the door and went out, the villagers who had previously flaunted their power, knelt on the ground neatly, their heads held in both hands, and they sincerely confessed.
　　 "It's wrong to bully the weak, it's shameful to bully the Chinese..." Hearing these township non-compliances with Huang Fang's training, he repeatedly said these two sentences. Li Zitao was almost not laughed at by his peculiar hobby.
　　Your fifty or sixty machine guns are pointed at people's heads, and they make people confess. Who is bullying?
　　Don’t you blush that line? Really...but I like it!
　　 Moved a stool and sat in front of the villagers. Li Zitao listened to them talking like the chanting, and stopped until his voice was dumb.
　　 "Do you want to get along with me?" Although the foreigners also play with their eyes, they do speak straight, not so much.
　　 As for the reason? Li Zitao guessed that because their language was too simple, they couldn't read 3000 words in a single word like Chinese.
　　 "Are you doing things for the Italians?" Satsuma raised his head and asked with hatred in his eyes.
　　 was able to own so many guns. There were only Italians in Chicago, and he hated Italians. His two brothers died in the hands of the Italian mafia.
　　 "No, I do things for myself." Li Zitao said with his elbows on his knees, leaning forward aggressively: "And, I also hate Italians."
　　Because if they don’t die, I can’t get the benefits I want. Li Zitao thinks this reason is very reasonable.
　　 "Then I did it with you, boss." Samo tried to stand up, but the monk put his gun on his back neck.
　　 "Monk." Waving his hand, beckoning everyone to put away the guns, Li Zitao said with a smile: "Welcome to join."
　　 "Boss, what are we called?" Black's self-familiar temperament, Satsuma's performance is the most vivid, just wanted to strike a stroke on the Chinese, this will be a boss.
　　 What is the name of "er..."? How does my mother know?
　　 I want to think of it so far, it seems that they do not have a unified name, which is really an embarrassing problem.
　　Red flower society? Green Gang? The gang still forgets, the orthodoxy is still there, what if you come to visit relatives when you run back?
　　 "Call it the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce!" Thinking of the killer organization of the Longmen Darts Bureau, Li Zitao showed a meaningful smile.
　　 In May 1929, the Blue and White Chamber of Commerce was formally established in Chicago, United States.
　　 "Blue-and-white Chamber of Commerce?" Satsuma scratched his head a bit in a daze, unable to understand what it meant.
　　 "Remember how to call it, in addition, I need more people, can you find it?" Li Zitao walked forward, and Samo followed carefully.
　　 "Yes, I have many brothers." Samo said proudly.
　　 There are many brothers, another characteristic of black people, as long as they have the same skin color, meet ‘Hi, brother. 'Then they became brothers.
　　 Of course, how much moisture this brother has, Li Zitao has not seen it with his own eyes, it is still unknown.
　　 But the black people at this time were very united, because the whole society was discriminating and oppressing them, and they could only warm up with the same brothers and brothers.
　　 "For the time being 10 dollars a month, I need to really dare to fight, not afraid of death." What benefits, Li Zitao did not promise them, but adopted the method of employment.
　　 Unlike his compatriots here, they are Li Zitao's real class, and these guys can only be regarded as the tools he needs at present.
　　As for the future, Li Zitao is still unknown, everything must be given to time to prove.
　　 "Okay, boss, do I need to call them over now?" Satsuma asked, pointing behind him.
　　 "En." When Li Zitao nodded, he never thought that Satsuma could find more than one hundred people, and each looked stronger than the monks.
　　 It was already the next day when I saw these people. They were all found by Samoyed and knocked on the door by family.
　　 "Boss, these are the best guys, they are not afraid of death, as long as there is food." Samoot said on the shoulder of a black man.
　　 For these people, as long as they have the opportunity to eat and earn money, there is nothing terrible, all they need is an opportunity.
　　 Black people at this time are more eager for success and a richer life than anyone else.
　　 "Well, stay here in the future and follow him in charge of training." Li Zitao originally wanted to say that he didn't need so many people.
　　But when he saw the envy and crisis in the eyes of monks and others, Li Zitao suddenly thought that maybe it would be better to give them some pressure.
　　 The next two weeks were calm and calm, holding a huge sum of 200,000 US dollars, Li Zitao gave Huang a 50,000 US dollars with a big hand, and scared him that he hadn't slept well for two nights.
　　 Piles of beef, chicken, vegetables, and fruits were moved into the 22nd district, and trucks came in and out, finally making it a little popular here.
　　 For monks and Samoat, everyday life is both painful and happy.
　　 The pain is that the bear-like guy will torture them by all means from morning to night.
　　 Running with weights, push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups, these are just the most basic, then you have to roll stones, cross obstacles, leapfrog, and finally to the actual combat.
　　 Rolling stone, a stone larger than a calf. Everyone is on the soft ground, holding it and rolling forward 2~3 times.
　　 Unconsciously simple, insert the soil from both hands, lift the stone, and finally let it roll, you must mobilize your body to achieve it, almost 2 to 3 times to kill a little life.
　　Oh, yes, this week has become 5~6 times.
　　 Leapfrog, carrying 15kg of wood around his neck.
　　 Actual combat is naturally a two-on-one duel, and monks and Samoot are examples.
　　Every time he wins, he can ride on the opponent's neck, let him carry himself on the training ground for a lap, so that everyone can see that the two have their own wins and losses.
　　But every time the monk loses, he will be ‘instructed’ by Wang Dagou himself.
　　In his words, ‘you’re so embarrassing to the Chinese, stand still and don’t move, or I will slapping you with a slap. ’
　　 Wang Dagou's current majesty is definitely stronger than Li Zitao, because he always smiles, and Wang Dagou performed it himself, what is called a bear-like strength.
　　 After he kicked a 50kg sandbag five feet away with one foot, no one dared to spread his teeth and claws in front of him.
　　 And happiness is very short every day. Only when you taste the food can you notice that beef and chicken are enough.
　　Various vegetables are also fresh, unlike the rotten leaves that they once picked from the vegetable farm, which others don't want.
　　 Although there are not many fruits, they can taste them every day, and they have been very satisfied.
　　As the body became stronger and stronger, the daily food never decreased, everyone looked at Li Zitao more and more grateful, but there was a little less awe in it.
　　 So after the training, Li Zitao personally stood in front of everyone, pointing at the monk and Samoot and said, "Choose the 10 best performers each."
　　 thought they had something to do. The bright-eyed thieves went to pick people. The muscles were bright and the burly boys were selected.
　　I have to say that the training effect during this period is very significant. The skinny skin was gone long ago. Everyone's body took a break, not to mention the figure.
　　 "Come, practice with me, and go together." Li Zitao put on a shelf, clenched his fists with both hands, alternating back and forth, keeping parallel to his chin, and said with a smile.
　　 "Boss, this... isn't it!" The monk scratched his head, "Will you let me practice with you."
　　Although Li Zitao's performance in the manor is very sensitive, both the speed and the bounce force are amazing, and the marksmanship is even more fierce, but this does not mean that he can hit the punch!
　　 This is 40 people, plus two of them is 42 people, two fists are invincible, four hands are beaten, the teacher is beaten to death, 1VS42, how to look at is looking for abuse.
　　 "Hurry up, give me all my strength." Li Zitao didn't speak, but Wang Dagou stepped forward and looked at them with disdain: "Just like you guys, don't be beaten to doubt your life for a while."
　　 said Wang Dagou rubbed his shoulder. Last night, Li Zitao was punched on the shoulder, and he is still swollen!
　　Whether Li Zitao was fighting with him during training, Wang Dagou suspected that his shoulders would be directly blown by him.
　　After being injured last night, Li Zitao lost his opponent and practiced blindly on the open ground. When he rose, he punched a big stone on the training stone.
　　 At that time, the stone split into several petals from the middle. Wang Dagou almost didn't stare out his eyeballs. He ran to the river and dug a stone back again overnight. Li Zitao grinned and rushed towards them directly.
　　 "Go." Satsuma waved towards him. Since the boss had spoken, of course he had to go. When he started, he had to be lighter. The opportunity to beat the boss was not every day.
"Let's go too." The monk also considered whether to explain to everyone, lightly under his hand, he saw Samoot rushing in front of Li Zitao, as if he was turned by a sledgehammer to his chest, his body curled into a bow, compared to Fly back at a faster speed.
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　　 played several rolls on the ground, and Samoyed lay on the ground this time, groaning and moaning.
　　 "Grass holding." Turning his head and watching Li Zitao's right leg kicked sideways slowly, the friends were stunned. Did this touch the monster?
　　Samode had 100kg, but Li Zitao was standing on the spot and kicked off as soon as he lifted his foot, which broke their cognition.
　　 "I seem to be injured." Sammo, who was humming, finally got up and sat down on the ground weakly, reaching for the pain in his chest.
　　 "Let the doctor show him, and the others continue." Li Zitao told Wang Dagou, in order to ensure that these people will not have accidents in training, he specially invited the doctor.
　　 300 US dollars per month, live here during the day, no longer accept any other guests, have to say that the doctor's business, has been making money since ancient times.
　　 When the famous doctor was invited from his villa, he thought he was robbed by the refugees and was almost scared to pee his pants.
"Everyone is in a spirit, the boss is a pervert." The monk said with his head down, and a group of people screamed forward with a shout of "babble", as if this would allow them to defeat the big devil in front and win. Victory is the same.