King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 357 344: What a Coincidence

Joe Ga was pulled into the restaurant before realizing where he had landed.

In Arica, Joe Ga fully experienced what openness ant!

The massive restaurant, brimming with country style, welcod guests with upbeat country music, and the prices on the nu were extraordinarily friendly...

But these weren't the most important aspects. What instantly grabbed all the n's attention were the waitresses, wearing cowboy hotpants that exposed half their buttocks, stepping in cowboy boots, adorned with cowboy hats, their assets nearly spilling out.

Nis had not expected Twin Peaks Restaurant to be this kind of place, but seeing how Joe Ga's mood seed to brighten up, she also relaxed and appeared totally unconcerned about the gazes around her.

Joe Ga's gaze wandered around the restaurant, then, draping his arm over Nis's shoulders and looking at Old Cow beside him whose eyes didn't know where to rest, he laughed and said, "Buddy, we're just following the local customs. To be honest, I'm starting to like it here more and more."

Saying so, Joe Ga took out a stack of bills and, stopping a sexy girl with big, wavy curls with one of them, he smiled and asked, "Beauty, find a spot..."

The waitress with the big waves pinched the bill between two fingers, glanced at Nis who seed to have no reaction, then her face broke into a radiant smile as she pointed to two large booth seats in the far corner of the restaurant and said, "Please, follow !"

As they were led to their seats by the seductively shaped waitress, Joe Ga comnted, "The owner of this restaurant is a genius. I think I've seen more beauties here today than at the trade show.

A place like this wouldn't lack custors, even if it were located sowhere remote."

As he looked at the nu with prices like 9.9, 19.9, 29.9, Joe Ga curiously asked, "Can you really make money with these prices?"

'Pliers' seed to especially like the atmosphere here, and at Joe Ga's naively astonished comnt, he laughed and said, "Boss, I assure you this place is making money.

Because Twin Peaks Restaurant has more than 40 locations across the United States, it's said that the owner beca a billionaire thanks to this."

As he spoke, 'Pliers' whistled at a passing waitress, drawing a big eye roll and the attention of security, then he happily said, "I like this place!"

Joe Ga sat in the booth and watched as a few youngsters, after finishing their al and against the bright smiles of the waitresses, emptied their pockets to leave a tip almost as much as the al itself...

He nodded and said with a smile, "This is the invention of a genius. These girls could earn more in tips in one day than a white-collar worker could make, they must care about this place even more than the owner does."

'Pliers' heard this and said indifferently, "I don't know about that, but I love them. No matter what I say to them, as long as I leave a hefty tip, I always get a sweet smile in return."

Sanderson, Waters, and Spurs thought Pliers was mocking them and simultaneously raised their middle fingers.

Carn, still not too familiar with everyone, just murmured sothing under her breath, then gave Old Cow a smile to draw his attention to herself...

Tony's mom, however, was boldly carefree, at the mont pulling along a waitress with freckles on her face but an impressively busty chest, bombarding her with questions, and then using suggestive looks to encourage Tony to talk to the waitress.

"Oh my god, are you Tony, Tony Simpson?"

The busty waitress brushed her hair aside, revealing a faint scar on her forehead, and said to a stunned Tony, "I'm Gina, Gina Peterson, rember how those jerks used to pick on us?"

Tony blinked incredulously and said, "Gina?"

"Yes!!"

Tony stood up, scratching his head in bewildernt, and said, "Sorry, I, I didn't recognize you, you seem, um..."

Rebecca watched excitedly as her son encountered an old classmate right here, almost wishing she could step in and play matchmaker for him.

Her gaze danced between her son and Gina for a mont, then Rebecca suggested to Tony, "You should invite Gina to sit down..."

Before Tony could speak up, Gina waved her hands in denial and said, "Oh, sorry, I'm at work, but we could exchange numbers. I never expected to run into you here."

Joe Ga witnessed the whole event involving Tony and, instead of the lodrama one might expect, he was touched by the full-figured girl's confidence and cheerfulness.

To work in a restaurant that had an edgy vibe and to run into soone you know without the slightest discomfort baffled both Joe Ga from China and Nis from MSL.

However, that didn't stop Joe Ga from admiring the girl. After all, she wasn't his girlfriend, and being open-minded catered to the interest of all n.

As Joe Ga was pondering whether to pull the big shot card and pay to facilitate Tony's mont, a chorus of motorcycle engines sounded from outside the restaurant...

Gina heard the noise, glanced back with a curse under her breath, then hurriedly wrote her phone number on a piece of paper for Tony before turning and heading to the bar area.

Joe Ga watched as a bunch of burly n wearing leather vests decorated with tattoos loudly made their way into the restaurant, finding themselves seats without the assistance of the staff.

These n were sowhat rough in deanor, but Joe Ga didn't notice them doing anything overly outrageous. However, so of the other custors in the restaurant started to settle their bills proactively.

Glancing at an unconcerned 'Pliers,' Joe Ga asked, "Who are all those guys?"

'Pliers' spread his hands and answered, "'Hell's Angels,' a collective na for motorcycle gangs on the Arican highways."

As he said this, 'Pliers' seed to reminisce about sothing, laughing as he added, "Our mischief is known far and wide, our kindness goes unnoticed.

I once mixed with a motorcycle gang in Ohio. Many of them were actually warm-hearted, it's just that..."

The Indian 'Dart' interrupted Pliers irritably and said, "It's just that most of the others are damn racist white pigs. Those bastards claim to be Robin Hood, but all they do are rotten deeds."

'Pliers' didn't argue, nodding as he said, "The only valuable property these guys have are their motorcycles, you can't expect these gang mbers to all be running charities.

But I can testify that there are good n in Hell's Angels."

'Dart,' who seed to have a bone to pick with the so-called Hell's Angels, scoffed and said, "Sure, there are good n in the KKK, sha they only care about white folks.

These people are a cancer!!"

After hearing this, 'Pliers' just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Dude, no need to take it so seriously..."

While 'Pliers' was trying to calm 'Dart,' the roar of motorcycle engines once again filled the entrance of the restaurant, and soon another group of brawny n with a threatening presence entered.

By this ti, the food Joe Ga and his companions had ordered began to arrive, the massive burgers that made the two slices of bread look like decorations, finger-thick fries, and large drinks fit the current mood perfectly...

Joe Ga pinched the burger, took a big bite, then sucked the sauce off his fingers and said, "What's this about, a Hell's Angels eting?"

'Pliers' looked at the two obviously conflicting groups and frowned, "No, they should be negotiating, shit, these guys are gang mbers."

Joe Ga didn't really understand the sentint so Arican n harboured toward 'Hell's Angels.'

Donning a leather jacket, jumping on a Harley, and riding down the highway with a girlfriend was once mainstream Arican male romance.

It's just that as more people 'hit the road,' the Hell's Angels began to degenerate.

Seeing 'Pliers' looking quite disappointed, Joe Ga smiled and said, "I've never seen an Arican gang negotiate, hmm, they are considered mainstream gangs here, right?"

'Spur' on the side said with a laugh, "Calling them a gang is a bit of an exaggeration, as they don't have a steady source of inco.

But these guys are quite volatile..."

No sooner had 'Spur' ntioned their volatility than the two gangs started confronting each other in the restaurant.

Two stocky n wearing different bandanas were almost nose to nose, snarling and cursing at each other's mothers with filthy language, each backed by a group of intimidating brothers...

Joe Ga wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he suddenly felt like he was back in junior high, when two teenagers called their friends over for a standoff on the field 'setting up the stage' because of a girl.

The scene and atmosphere were eerily alike, with leaders from both sides starting off by yelling obscenities, and then an impulsive younger mber due to the heated mood would step forward...

Just as Joe Ga thought of that, a man sporting a green bandana from the newly-arrived motorbike gang leapt forward and threw a punch at a big-bearded man from the opposing group, and then chaos ensued...

Neither of the confrontational leaders had probably expected it to turn out like this...

Joe Ga couldn't help but laugh so hard that his stomach hurt, rembering a similar situation from back in the day.

His classmate who had led the brothers to 'set up the stage' ca from the sa village, resulting in a brawl where several people got their heads cracked open and the school issued a series of disciplinary notices.

That guy went ho only to be pumlled by his parents in a mixed doubles beatdown so severe, the village dogs were scared into silence.

As Joe Ga was enjoying his burger and watching the big guys brawl, Estelle suddenly received a call and, with a pale face, squeezed up to Joe Ga, saying, "We need to leave here..."

Joe Ga looked at Estelle as if she was an imbecile and said, "Why? I didn't cause any trouble?"

Estelle replied with a bitter smile, "These people have co here to negotiate..."

"I know, it's quite amusing!"

"The purpose of their negotiation is to beco drug distributors for the Faust Gang."

After Estelle spoke, Carn, who was sitting next to Old Bull, went as white as a sheet...

Seeing the situation, Joe Ga subconsciously touched the handgun at his waist and said, "It can't be that coincidental, right?"

Through the glass, Estelle saw a dozen vehicles crashing into the parking lot outside with blaring music, and a host of young xicans got out of the cars.

Seeing the fight inside the restaurant, those xican gang mbers lifted their shirts through the glass revealing the handguns at their waists, making continuous threatening and provocative gestures.

A man with long hair, a lean body, yellowed teeth, wearing a silk shirt and crocodile leather shoes stepped down from a green GTR.

As the lean man entered the restaurant, the brawl among the motorbike gangs had already stopped.

When the lean man pushed the door and entered the restaurant, the three groups distanced themselves.

Carn had kept her head down since the lean man appeared, but Joe Ga and his companions were too conspicuous, and the man quickly noticed Carn...

Seeing that man leading his people over to them, Estelle sighed and grabbed Joe Ga's arm, saying, "Hu Lang, you can't kill people here, Austin's police are just outside, this is an undercover arrest operation.

No more killings, I can't write my report any more..."