pjbooks Chapter 197 I'm from out of town, what are you?
Chapter 197 I'm from out of town, what are you?
Chapter 197 I'm from out of town, what are you?
Swimming in the ocean was a first for Ma Jieke, and his biggest impression was the sheer awe he felt from the view.
Compared to a swimming pool, there are no pool walls, no lane lines, only an endless horizon.
Moreover, swimming is much easier because seawater has a high salt content and density, which gives the body more buoyancy.
Soon, the two swam to the edge of the yacht. Upon closer inspection, the thing was indeed quite large, a true behemoth on the water, like a floating house.
There are ladders for climbing under the yacht, and several small shark jet skis are next to the ladders, so that the people on board can start a race at any time.
As soon as I climbed the ladder onto the yacht, a burst of loud, upbeat music entered my ears, accompanied by bursts of laughter.
The sound came from a deck a level above. The two ran up side by side and saw several men and women sitting around a sofa having fun.
The coffee table in the center was used as a runway. A blonde girl wearing ripped denim shorts and a bikini top, with her hair braided into two braids, was standing on it, twisting her waist. From the back, her entire back was almost completely naked, allowing the greedy eyes of the opposite sex to roam over her body.
Seeing this, Mike's anger surged to his head. He rushed over, grabbed the vintage tape recorder used to play music, and threw it into the sea without saying a word.
"Daddy?!" Tracy turned around from the coffee table, looking very surprised.
"Come on, baby, I'll take you away from here." Mike's expression was very direct; he wanted to take his daughter away.
Trish's reaction was completely contrary to his expectations, her eyes filled with hatred: "Dad, do you know how embarrassing this makes me? These are all my friends."
"Yeah, man, you're being rude and disrespectful to your daughter's wishes," a dark-skinned man chimed in, looking to be about Mike's age.
"Rude?" Mike pointed his finger at his nose. "Listen, nigger, you'd better shut your dog mouth until I actually show some rudeness. My daughter doesn't need to be friends with someone like you."
"Enough, Daddy! Are you trying to destroy me? Why do you look down on all my friends? Do you want me to die before you're satisfied?"
Faced with the overbearing Mike, Trish covered her face with her hands in shame. This scene was just like being scolded by your parents in front of the whole class in a school classroom. No matter what the cause and effect were, it was very embarrassing for the person involved, and it may even become a lingering childhood trauma.
But Mike, clinging to traditional values, clearly couldn't grasp this, continuing his emotional outburst: "Friends? You're friends with a bunch of freaks working in the San Fernando Valley?"
Upon hearing the word "pervert," the people looked at Mike with even more disgust.
Trish tried her best to defend them: "Daddy, that's art, you know what art is! Last summer, Mom even rented our house to them to film a movie."
"What?" Upon hearing this, Mike completely exploded: "Get out of here with me now, immediately!"
Ignoring Tracy's resistance, she grabbed her arm and pulled her outside, because her intuition told her that if things continued like this, her daughter would eventually appear on camera and be made into a videotape for public sale.
"Hey, don't do that, buddy. Even if she's your daughter, you can't treat her like this. This is America, where individual will is sacred and inviolable."
At that moment, a tall man stood up from the sofa, intending to stop Mike with his body, but Mike grabbed his chin with one hand and pushed him violently to the edge of the deck, where he fell into the sea with a splash.
"Holy crap... this old Deng's got some skills," Ma Jie was marveling at his strength when a few shady-looking guys rushed out of the cabin.
The leader, sporting a short, blond buzz cut, spoke in a cacophony of voices: "Who the hell caused trouble on my boat! I'll skin you alive!"
Just as Ma Jie was trying to communicate with the other party, the blond man walked towards him, hurling insults one after another: "Hey, where did you come from, you damn Asian? Don't you know this ship doesn't welcome yellow-skinned people? Now kneel down and beg your daddy for mercy, or I'll blow your eyes out!"
Ma Jie was completely dumbfounded by the barrage of insults. Dude, what level of sarcasm are you using to dare to jump around like that?
"I told you to kneel down! Can't you understand human language?! You stinking outsider, you've come all the way to Los Angeles to beg for food?"
Seeing that Ma Jie didn't react, the other party became even more arrogant. Seeing the Asian boy's humiliated appearance, the foreign girls next to him couldn't help but giggle.
"Dad, look at the stupid thing you've done! This guy is not to be trifled with; he's a member of the Aryan Brotherhood!"
When Trish saw that MaJack was in trouble, she broke free from Mike and went over to him, forcing an awkward smile: "Hi Johnny, it's so nice to see you."
"Me too, sweetheart." The blond guy she called Johnny licked his lips and made an extremely lewd gesture, brazenly looking at her crotch: "Tracy, my friend bet me that your crotch tastes like strawberry ice cream. When are you going to let me taste it?"
"Uh..." Faced with this shameless teasing, Trish's face instantly turned cold: "Johnny, don't make jokes like that. It's very disrespectful. I came here to tell you that everything that happened just now was a misunderstanding. It started because my dad wanted to take me home."
After saying that, he pointed to Ma Jieke, who was silent, and said, "But this guy didn't do anything. He just came with my dad, so you can't make things difficult for him."
Listening to Trish's explanation, Ma Jie couldn't help but take another look at her. This girl was alright looking, fair-skinned and clean-cut, but there was an undeniable seductive charm between her brows. In the Chinese context, she could be described as naturally alluring, which might also be related to genetic inheritance, after all, her mother was a professional stripper when she was young.
"Okay, since you put it that way, I'll give you face, after all, we're friends." Johnny finished speaking and looked at MaJack with a wicked grin: "Buddy, since you boarded the ship without my permission, I have a small request for you before letting you leave."
"What small request?" Ma Jie looked at him with a half-smile, his gaze unwavering.
"Take off your pants and have a contest with me. If you're smaller than me, I'll let you go."
"Looks like I'm not getting away today." Faced with his unwarranted teasing, Ma Jieke sneered, "Because once I pull it out, you'll feel ashamed and live in my shadow for the rest of your life. I've hurt many people because of this before. If you don't believe me, you can call your mother over, and I'll prove it to you in front of you."
Johnny was completely stunned when he heard Ma Jie's sarcasm, because he hadn't been humiliated like this in a long time.
As a key member of the Los Angeles branch of the Aryan Brotherhood, even LAPD officers would give him a wide berth.
The organization originated in the 60s and was founded by a group of white prisoners because prison conditions at that time were far more brutal than they are now, with rampant gangs and racial antagonism.
The Aryan Brotherhood was formed to combat Black and Latino gangs amidst intense racial conflict.
All members who join follow one rule: you enter with blood and you leave with blood.
In other words, to join the group, one must commit acts of violence such as murder, which is called a pledge of allegiance; to leave, one usually has to die.
Unlike traditional gangs, the Aryan Brotherhood's main business is in prisons, where they undertake criminal activities such as murder, drug trafficking, gambling, and extortion.
Those members who were released from prison continued to serve the organization outside of prison, and although their scale was not comparable to that inside the prison, they still formed a considerable force.
Under this mechanism, when members go to jail, it's like going home; when they get out, they still have powerful connections to rely on. This fosters their arrogant and disdainful attitude, making them want to roam the world with impunity.
Actually, Ma Jie had already learned the guy's true identity earlier, because he had the letters A and B tattooed on the back of his left hand. This is an abbreviation of the gang's full name, Aryan Brotherhood, and is also a symbolic mark. Anyone who becomes a formal member will be given this special mark to prove their identity.
As for the Nazi swastika on the outside of his arm, it could only be obtained by rising to a certain position, usually by a small leader or mid-level member of a branch in a city.
The reason Ma Jieke knew so much detail was because they had extorted money from Mia and wanted to use coercion to drive all the homeless performers who had fled to the slums back. After all, without performances, there would be no tourists to tip, and without tourists to tip, the group would not get their share, which was equivalent to losing a batch of hens that would continue to lay eggs.
After this incident, Ma Jie began to inquire about the organizational structure of the Aryan Brotherhood in order to prepare for the bloodshed that might come at any time.
Unexpectedly, they ran into each other here, and this guy kept picking fights with them, which fits the stereotypes people have of them.
"What did you say, 'yellow-skinned guy'?!" Sure enough, after standing there stunned for a few seconds, Johnny turned completely red: "You saw Trish. It's not that I'm causing trouble for him; he's the one who came here to get himself killed. So it's not my fault!"
Before he could finish speaking, Johnny threw a precise straight punch straight at MaJack's face.
*Slap!* The latter reacted decisively, grabbing his fist out of thin air with a cold smile: "Friend, you've got quite a temper. Should I call the fire department to help you cool down?"
"What?" Johnny's face was full of surprise as he tried to break free from his opponent's grasp, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, MaJack was like a suction cup sticking to him.
"You're so weak, you can't even hit someone, yet you dare to call yourself a gangster? That's hilarious."
Faced with Ma Jieke's taunts, this guy had quite a few dirty tricks up his sleeve. While using his other hand as a feint, he suddenly launched an iron knee strike.
Upon seeing this, Ma Jieke immediately changed his move, dodging the frontal attack with a cross step. Using the signature sticky hand technique from the Wing Chun system, he grabbed Ma Jieke's wrist and twisted it forcefully, forcing Ma Jieke's upper body to twist.
He then used Johnny's own methods against him, pressing down hard on Johnny's neck with his right hand and thrusting his knee diagonally upwards, striking Johnny's face head-on.
Crack! With a crisp sound of bone breaking, Johnny's nose was smashed open, and blood gushed out.
But MaJack didn't have the habit of knowing when to stop. He used his elbow to strike Johnny hard on the back. Johnny couldn't take the force and fell to the ground, rolling around on the ground while covering his nose.
Just when everyone thought he would stop, Ma Jie suddenly lifted the sofa with his bare hands like a tyrant carrying a tripod, and smashed it down on the gang member lying on the ground.
"No...no!!!" Accompanied by a piercing scream, the sofa slammed heavily onto his leg bone, causing visible bone deformation.
The intense pain caused Johnny to black out completely, losing consciousness and lying peacefully on the ground.
Having completed his finishing move, Ma Jie simply clapped his hands and spat a mouthful of phlegm in the other person's face: "Ate! Don't you even know what kind of pathetic you are? You wanted me to kneel down? Now I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair. Any objections, you damn dog?"
"Speak up! Are you deaf? I told you to speak!"
He kicked him twice more, still not satisfied. Then he looked up and scanned the group of people across from him, scaring them into retreating and huddling together in fear.
"Handsome...handsome guy, you scared me." Seeing the arrogant Johnny beaten to a pulp, Trish's eyes were practically drooling. She had just wanted to help this big boy out, but she didn't expect him to be there to fry fish. The real fish was lying on the ground, and it was unclear whether they were dead or alive.
Although Mike, a seasoned veteran, remained outwardly calm, he was inwardly slightly shocked. In his mind, only his old friend Trevor would be so brutal, often crippling or even killing people.
"You're Tracy?" Jack looked at the blond girl, frowning slightly. "Go home with your dad. His ways are old-fashioned, but he's doing it all for your safety. Look at your friends—porn stars, gangsters. I bet you have a lot of illegal drugs in your room for parties. What kind of girl would be in a place like this?"
Listening to Jack Ma's scolding, Tracy didn't feel wronged at all. Instead, she lowered her head shyly and chuckled, looking like she was enjoying it.
My God, this is hopeless... MaJack thought to himself, and gave Mike a retreat gesture.
As soon as the three of them reached the lower deck, they suddenly heard a chaotic noise.
The henchmen who had been scared away by Ma Jie suddenly seemed to have taken some kind of courage-boosting drug and miraculously returned.
"Wodefa, run, bro! They have guns!"
Mike immediately noticed the weapons in the group's hands; each of them carried a semi-automatic rifle. It was precisely because they had gone back to the cabin to retrieve their weapons that they dared to be so arrogant.
Without his prompting, Ma Jie quickly jumped onto a motorboat, while Tracy followed uninvited, shouting, "GOGOGO, hurry up and go!"
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