"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 crime 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 me 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:
