Angie Peris’s father’s class is much more serious than Angie Peris’s sister Sarah and younger brother Joe. Let Angie Peris and her mother and younger brother, the older sisters go first, and leave Sarah behind. Her husband, Carl, took a second taxi with himself, and he sat in the back seat with Song Tianyao, turning his face to look at Song Tianyao.

"How's the weather in London, boy?"

"It's worse than Glasgow's." Song Tianyao tied his tie and reached out to Ban with a smile: "I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Song Tianyao, An Ji's boyfriend. I think she should have mentioned me to you."

Ban shook Song Tianyao's hand: "What's the matter with Whistle Restaurant and Huajiegang? Are you not from Hong Kong? When those Huajiegang people were beaten, you and Anji were not nervous at all. You know they will come here, yes. Because you provoke them before."

Hearing the name of Huajiegang popping out of Ban’s mouth, the taxi driver held the steering wheel beside him and spoke:

"Man, I don't want to make trouble. If you provoke the Huajie Gang, you'd better get out of my car."

Song Tianyao threw a fifty pence coin into the storage box beside the driver and made a clatter.

The gray-haired driver glanced at the coin and stopped speaking.

Song Tianyao turned back to look at the class: "I don't know what Huajie Gang is, but Whistle Restaurant is a meeting gift I gave you. I bought it in the name of Anji."

"Which restaurant did you buy?" Ben widened his eyes. "Are you going to settle in Glasgow?"

"In this way, you can let your elite neighbors work for you in the future. I heard An Ji said that you admire the chef." Song Tianyao sighed, "But I didn't expect this restaurant to provoke local gangs."

Ban breathed a sigh of relief: "You just bought a restaurant and didn't do anything bad or provoke Huajie to help, right?"

Song Tianyao nodded sincerely, "Of course, I'm from Hong Kong, and my business is also in Hong Kong. There is no chance that I can provoke other people in the UK."

"That's a very easy solution. In the future, the Whistle Restaurant has a new owner, but it will be fine to pay the protection fee according to the old rules. But those three guys with hammers..." Sitting in the co-pilot, Angie Peris Carl's brother-in-law turned back to look at Song Tianyao: "Are you sure you don't know them, right?"

Song Tianyao shook his head: "I don't know him at all."

"So, it’s not our business that the people of Huajiegang are beaten up. After waiting to take over the restaurant, I will meet those people of Huajiegang and pay the protection fee. Let’s say something happy. I’m Carl. Nice to see you." Carl stretched out his hand from the front row, shook Song Tianyao and said, "Welcome to Glasgow."

After listening to Song Tianyao’s words, Ban’s expression also eased a bit. The future son-in-law of the yellow race bought a restaurant for him the first time he met. Think about the neighbor who cooks dishes for the royal family in the future. To pay the salary, the class actually feels very happy.

"Para learned that you have come and prepared for a long time. She prepared smoked salmon and roast goose. She even asked a friend to help her find sage, which was used to stuff it into the belly of the roast goose to increase the fragrance. Yes, There is also German mulled wine, you will like it." Ban said with a smile.

Song Tianyao looked at the messy street outside the car: "Thank you very much"

...

In a bar on Gaschu Road, a langhuo named Lonnie, Charlie of the Flower Street Gang was sitting in a wine cellar with a pipe on a barrel. In front of him, there was a naked, **** white man hanging upside down. The cuts were covered with scars, and bright red or black and brown dried blood stains dripped to the ground from time to time.

"What did you do on my site, Big Bill?" The meticulous Charlie, wearing a suit and combing her hair with wax, asked the white man lightly after lighting his pipe.

There were four or five people sitting or standing beside Charlie, all staring at the hanging white man.

"Fu-ckYou! Charlie!" The white man vomited the blood from his mouth. Although his body was bruised, he still cursed hard.

Charlie spit out the smoke: "No, no, Big Bill, you didn't **** me in my place, otherwise I can't know, do you think I'm sexy? Do you need me to change a backless dress for you?"

A Huajie helper walked over and hit Big Bill's face with a fist: "Say, what did you do, who asked you to do it!"

"Fu-ck!" Big Bill just cursed again.

At this time, the door of the wine cellar opened, and a member of the Huajie Gang walked in, whispered a few words to Charlie, and Charlie patted the other person on the shoulder: "Thank you, Arthur, give me a minute, and I'll pass right away."

The men went out and left.

Big Bill was hit a few more times in a row, and his teeth were beaten a few times, but he was still only cursing.

He turned around and picked up a steel pipe. Charlie waved his hand, vomited a smoke ring leisurely, and smiled at the men in the wine cellar: "Don't get angry, gentlemen, Big Bill obviously cares more about whether he can do it now. Our ass, I think, if we satisfy his wish, or dispel his impulse, he will tell us the answer, right, Big Bill?"

Several subordinates suddenly applauded loudly.

"Cut off his impulse with a razor, I still have something to deal with, guys, have a good time, good night, guys." Charlie smiled gently at some of his men, turned and walked out of the wine cellar.

Halfway through, he looked back at Big Bill whose pants had been stripped off: "Good night, Big Bill...Madam. I'll let someone send you a new dress."

Walking out of the wine cellar, Charlie and everyone were familiar with each other and greeted humbly, and finally came to a box in the bar, took a glass of brandy held by the waiter, and Charlie looked at the two men covered in blood in the box. The Huajie Gang members nearby shrugged:

"What happened?"

"The Whistle Restaurant changed a new owner. They invited the new owner to see you, and then it became what it is now." One of the men next to him said: "They went to five people, and three are now lying in the hospital. The next two are in front of you."

"Did the restaurant owner hit them?" Charlie walked to the two of them with a glass of wine, reached out to touch the wound on one of them, and said aloud: "It's really heavy, don't worry, you guys have a good rest. Go for a vacation, the gang will take care of the rest, and the share you deserve will be delivered to your home on time every week."

"No, three other people suddenly came out and attacked them when they found the owner of the Whistle Restaurant."

"What about those three?" Charlie asked, wiping the blood stains on his fingertips with a handkerchief.

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, and said, "Go to the police station to surrender."

Charlie smiled and looked at his men: "Scotland, where the law and order is good, what are you waiting for? Visit the new owner of the restaurant and go to the police station to find the three people."