"Hehe! Not bad skills? Well, I need to see them for myself!"
A tall white man sneered as he rubbed his hands and slowly approached Yang Yan.
Looking at the tattoos on this guy, Yang Yan sighed lightly.
The United States, truly lives up to its reputation.
Look at that tattoo, damn, it's quite unique.
This bastard actually got such a big cri tool tattooed on his shoulder...
A minute later, a big black man was covering his swollen face with one hand, forcing out a smile uglier than crying:
"Boss, in the future, if you need anything, just let know. I can't say for other places, but here in Queens, I can get quite a few things done for you."
Yang Yan curled his lips and said indifferently:
"I'm not a gangster; what could I possibly need your help with?"
"Also..."
Yang Yan's gaze suddenly fell on the big white man who was also smiling:
"You damn pervert, you'd better stay away from . I really dislike seeing that cri tool tattooed on your arm. What kind of person gets that tattooed?"
"Smart ones should wrap it up with a cloth quickly, or I really won't be able to resist tearing it off and feeding it to a dog!"
The big white man shivered and quickly covered that tattoo with his hand, shrinking to the side without daring to speak.
"Oh, right! You're called Jas, right? You said you're from Queens?"
Yang Yan turned his head to look at the big black man and slowly asked.
Jas nodded enthusiastically:
"Yes! You're right, I'm just trying to make a living here in Queens. I'm only in here because of a fight."
"But I've been locked up for a few days already, so I should be out soon."
Yang Yan sighed lightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the cell with a look of disappointnt:
"Sigh! You guys, it would have been better if you stayed out of my way from the start. See what a ss you've made now."
When he said this, everyone just awkwardly smiled, not daring to say more.
Just then, a deep voice ca from outside the cell:
"Yang Yan, soone has co to bail you out, you can leave now. However, you can't leave Queens for the ti being."
However, when the owner of this voice ca over, they were imdiately stunned.
Are my eyes playing tricks on ?
How did all these guys turn into pigs' heads?
Who the hell did this?
Soon, his gaze fell on Yang Yan.
Simply because he stood out too much among these people.
Relatively slim build, but most importantly, he was the only one who was normal, in stark contrast to the pig heads around him.
After a few seconds, the police officer delivering the ssage asked incredulously:
"What happened to you guys? How did you end up like this?"
His gaze lingered on Yang Yan, clearly hoping to get the answers he wanted from this young Asian man.
However, before Yang Yan could speak, Jas quickly explained:
"Um... Officer, we just accidentally hurt ourselves while exercising. It's no big deal, we'll be fine soon. Right, everyone?"
As Jas spoke, he kept exchanging glances with those around him.
Everyone imdiately chid in, agreeing one after another.
"Hurt yourselves? Show how you did that again? All of you were exercising together? And got hurt together?"
The officer said sarcastically.
"Hey! Officer, there's no law in the United States saying you can't hurt yourself while exercising, right?"
The big white man was clearly annoyed with this ddleso officer and said grumpily:
"Besides, we're not bothering you, so why are you sticking your nose in our business?"
His words seed to echo the sentints of everyone except Yang Yan, as they chid in, one by one.
No wonder they were so united.
They were eagerly wishing for Yang Yan to leave.
This guy was simply like a demon.
If this officer had arrived while this demon-like Asian man was beating them up, they would have treated him like a god.
They were already beaten up badly by this guy, and now he had co asking how they got like this?
This was obviously making things difficult for them!
Moreover, since this demon-like figure had soone co to bail him out, if he got locked up again for beating them, how would their days go on?
Unfortunately, the officer couldn't possibly hear their inner thoughts.
Otherwise, he might have understood why these delinquents had beco so coordinated, speaking with one voice.
"Are you sure you weren't beaten up? If soone did beat you, just say so. Here, no one can act recklessly."
The officer said loudly.
"No one beat us! Absolutely no one!"
"Yeah, yeah! We can all vouch for that."
"That's right! Officer, we really just got hurt accidentally while exercising, it was just an accident."
"By the way! Since soone's already here to bail him out, you should hurry and attend to your own matters!"
...
The others couldn't stand it anymore either, expressing their own opinions.
After what happened earlier, they really didn't want to be locked in the sa cell with a dangerous person like Yang Yan any longer.
It wasn't just physical torture, it was spiritual as well.
After hearing these words, the officer snorted dissatisfiedly, then led Yang Yan out as everyone else breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yo! Long ti no see, Miss Jessica."
The one who ca to bail out Yang Yan was none other than Guzman's personal secretary, Jessica.
At this mont, Jessica was dressed in a standard OL outfit, coupled with her angelic face and devilish figure, even soone used to seeing beautiful won like Yang Yan couldn't help but take another look.
"The Lord asked to bail you out. However, although you're temporarily free, the other side has restricted your range of activities."
Jessica signed so docunts with the police in front of Yang Yan before turning to remind him.
Yang Yan smiled nonchalantly:
"It's just as well, I wasn't planning on leaving Queens for now. But if the old man from your side wants to see a doctor, he'll have to co himself."
Jessica initially wanted to ask why, but hesitated for a mont before swallowing her words.
Leaving the police station, there was already a Cadillac waiting for them outside.
After Yang Yan got in the car, Jessica took a photo out of her bag and handed it to him.
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