"I want to ask you to protect me for a while, at least I have to recover from my subordinates." Looking at the stick in Anqilu's hand, Alexey could only tell the truth.

An Qiluo stared at his eyes for a while and didn't say anything until the bald strong man was a little furious, he slowly said, "Yes, but you'd better not expand under my banner during this period."

The reason why Alexey came to him for asylum was actually his own reason. Yesterday he injured all his core forces and almost all his core members.

It’s not that Virgin Anqiluo. Although he has no good feelings for these gangs, he doesn’t want to kill them too much, because if a gang is to be annexed, there will definitely be a large-scale gun battle. In a ghost place like Hell Kitchen, who knows what heavy firepower weapons would be used if Alexey, an arms dealer, would not be surprised if he took out a depleted uranium bomb, Anqiluo.

Therefore, the best way to maintain stability.

In addition, I really need Alexey to build a bridge with the Hongmen people, so even if I give the other party a favor.

He just heard of this Chinese organization and never came into contact with it. If Alexey was willing to build a bridge to introduce it, it would save a lot of trouble.

"Thank you, Mr. Pastor." Alexey breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Anqiro agree. He had no doubt that if Anqiro did not agree to protect him, he might have been killed by a black gun from unknown corner when he walked to this street.

Soon, one of his subordinates drove a bus to the front of the church, and Anqiro signaled the women in the corner to get in.

Alexey pulled the black gangster who was driving from the car, gave some instructions in his ear, and then got into the driver's seat and waited for the women to get on the bus.

This was what Anqiluo had agreed with these women yesterday and sent them out of Hell’s Kitchen this morning.

Most of the women boarded the bus, and there were only nine Chinese women left at the church gate and still stood there and refused to move.

An Qiluo frowned and walked over, whispering, "Get in the car. I'll send you out of here."

Nine Chinese women looked at each other and looked at each other. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, stood up, the woman who stood up yesterday to ask him for hot water.

"Mr. Anqiluo, we want to stay and can help you. We actually have nowhere to go, our family..."

Anqilu waved his hand impatiently and interrupted her, "Do you have any place to go and have anything to do with me? My task is to send you away from here."

The woman bit her lips stubbornly and said a little stingy, "We can stay here to help you. Your church is as big as a big one, and you definitely need a service staff. We can clean it..."

He looked at the stubborn woman in front of him with a funny look. An Qiluo shook his head and cleaned up. Is it because my skeleton warrior is not working well or is it that the skeleton warrior intends to talk to me about the salary increase? Those skeletons don’t have lawyers!

It’s not that he had to drive these women away, which would add some popularity to the church, but the environment in Hell’s Kitchen is really not suitable for these women. Here, they either shoot or shoot. They can even take out RPGs on street gunfights, so can they stay to deliver vegetables?

"Didn't you say you can work?" An Qiluo jokingly pointed to the weeds that were almost tall in the church yard, which was almost tall for adults. "You plow the ground here and I promise you to stay. If you can't do it, leave quickly."

In Anqiluo's opinion, these women are not bad, with long legs and melon-shaped faces, at least 65 minutes or above. These women are not spoiled as princesses by those hungry men, but they definitely cannot do such a job. Even if America is a country that emphasizes equal rights for men and women, it is just a change of women from a vulnerable group - gentlemanly demeanor!

But to his surprise, the women looked at the weeds all over the yard, turned around and returned to the yard, picked up the tools beside the wall and started working without saying a word.

this……

An Qiluo looked at the scene in front of him and felt a little demented. What's the hell out? He really went to plow the field? These women couldn't tell that they were just trying to drive them away?

After a moment of stunned silence, An Qiluo shook his head and turned around and the bus did not care about them anymore.

They really think they have done these rough work? Maybe they will complain after doing it for a while. Forget it, just let them give up. At worst, they can wait for them to come back and send them off.

Alexey looked at Anqiro thoughtfully, and without saying a word, he directly started the bus and headed towards Chinatown.

In fact, An Qiluo should be considered a member of the chaotic and kind camp. When his own interests are not damaged, he doesn't care about helping others, but he is definitely not a Virgin who sacrifices himself for others.

Although he always said that he didn't care, it was all my business, but in fact, he was still trying to maintain the last bit of human brilliance in his heart without being swallowed by desire, otherwise he could choose to become a dictator on earth based on his current strength.

At this time, no one on Earth could beat him, even the United States, which was still frozen in the North Pole, would not be able to do it.

When he was almost at Chinatown, Anqiro, who had been silent since getting on the bus, asked Alexey, "What did you say to your men just now?"

Alexey saw that Anqiro was in a fluctuation in his mood. He drove the car carefully, without shaking cleverly, but answered honestly, "I asked him to go back and promote my recent protection from you. Of course, I asked him to say that this was just before my subordinate recovered from the hospital."

Anqiluo was a little amused by him. This was a thousand miles apart from the gangster he imagined. The gangster boss he imagined should be a godfather type like Marlon Brando. Why is this Russian bald man now looking like a funny guy?

Well...more like Star Lord?

"Do you know Star Lord?"

"I don't know, who is that?"

"A stupid X."

An Qiluo shook his head and looked at the Chinatown outside the car window and no longer thought about these troubles.

Alexey silently wrote the name Star Lord in his heart and marked it as a fool.

The car stopped in front of the door of a Chinese-style building in Chinatown. Alexey jumped out of the cab. A group of Chinese people walked out of the door and greeted him. The leader was a middle-aged bald man wearing glasses and Tang suit.

"Hey! Guoxiang Zhou!" Alexey hugged the middle-aged man named Zhou Guoxiang, then pointed to the bus behind him, "This is the girl my boss asked me to send."

An Qiluo, who was standing beside him, heard this bastard and quickly stepped forward. If this bastard continues, these women will have to leave the wolf's den and go into the tiger's den. He said fluently in Chinese, "Hello Mr. Zhou, I am not his boss. My name is An Qiluo Li. These women were kidnapped by the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen. I sent them here to ask you to help them return to their normal life."

Except for a few Eastern European women, these people are basically Chinese, so there is nothing wrong with sending them to Hongmen. What Hongmen can get support in Chinatown is to help local Chinese in the United States.

Zhou Guoxiang looked at the young man with mixed Chinese in front of him. His fluent Chinese language made him feel good, and it seemed to have a little domestic northern accent.

He nodded in praise, "Well, Mr. Li, I will thank you for these people. I will arrange my subordinates to help them settle down."

Anqiluo shook his head, "It's nothing, this is what I should do, it's all my compatriots."

As soon as these words were said, Zhou Guoxiang was even more satisfied with the young man. He quickly patted An Qiluo on the shoulder and smiled, "Young man, I heard that you are very awesome. If there is any trouble that cannot be solved in the future, you can come to Chinatown to find me. As long as I am here, no one can touch you in Chinatown!"

An Qiluo agreed with a smile. Although the other party would definitely not be able to solve the problem if he could not rely on his own force, this recognition from his compatriots still made him particularly satisfied.

After a brief handover of the personnel, Anqilu and Alexey refused Zhou Guoxiang's retention and drove away directly on a bus. Anqilu wanted to go back and send the nine women who refused to leave.
Chapter completed!