"Yang, are we not returning to Huaxia?"
Ling Ying asked.
"We can't go back for now, the local gangs have captured people from Chinese Street, and we're Chinese too, we need to check it out!"
Yang Tian said.
Ling Ying nodded: "We should go see, but it's strange, no Chinese streets around the world have had such issues, why are people from Mexico so arrogant?"
"Hmph!" Yang Tian sneered coldly, "I don't care what gang it is, if they mess with me, I won't hesitate to destroy them!"
David heard this and was visibly alarmed: "Yang, please avoid violence, this gang is the largest in the area, with governmental ties. Even as soldiers, we can't easily clash with them. I believe we should just rescue those Chinese people and let our country's law handle the rest..."
Yang Tian sneered coldly: "What's the gang called?"
"Alaba!"
David answered.
