Wang Ruhu frowned, lifted up his bicycle to support the bracket, pushed the door and returned to the hall. A few women who were eating there hesitated to block the front.

Many of them live in the rental building of Uncle Long, and meet the tall and large man in front of them.

"Ahu, this kind of thing happens often, don't go over it."

In a vague way, Li Lan's scream came from the corridor over there, and the sound of something hitting the ground with a few bangs. Wang Ruhu's heart skipped a beat, his face was so terrifying.

“Get out of here!!”

He held several women blocking the way, and the white girl at the counter opened her mouth slightly and looked at the scene without knowing the truth. One of the women was squeezed and rushed over and made a call.

"Call the boss and say something happened in the store. Let her come here quickly."

On the other side, when he walked to the passage paved by the red carpet, Wang Ruhu followed the door where Li Lan screamed and pushed it, but the door couldn't be opened. He grabbed the door lock, twisted and lifted it, and the door leaf was directly lifted with a "click".

When I pushed the door in, I saw Li Lan's face bruises, bloodshot corners curled up in the corner, and she kept pulling her clothes. Not far from her, a black man of about 1.9 meters tall, with a fat and strong figure. He stood by the massage bed and took a stick to sweep the surrounding decorations off the ground and smashed them to pieces. There were several broken pots at her feet.

Seeing someone coming in, the black man was not afraid. He weighed the stick and looked up and down at the Asian man who was about the same height as him, raised his hand and pinched the stick and pointed to the door.

"go out."

Swish!

The black man felt a burning pain in his hand. The stick he just pointed out was already in the other party's hand. Wang Ruhu's thumb and index finger intertwined, and the wooden stick broke into two pieces with a snap.

He grinned at the other person and squeezed out.

"Get out, black guy."

This is what I learned from Uncle Long. The old man doesn't like black people. Once a black person enters the store, he will curse the black guys, or Niconiko keeps calling him. In his words, there are good or bad people, and there are also black people, but he has never met a good black person.

Over there, the black man seemed to understand Chinese. He grinned and raised his rough hands, pinched his joints, exposed a mouthful of yellow teeth, and sneered.

"Ahu, don't."

At this time, Li Lan, who was huddled in the corner of the wall, ran over barefoot, blocking her face in the middle, with a not-so-looking face, and facing the black man approaching there, with a pleading tone.

"Mr. Hulta, please don't beat him. Ah Hu is just anxious and has no malice."

The black man ignored her and walked forward, and Li Lan also stepped back and reached the chest of the man behind her. She hurriedly turned her face, and said anxiously, reaching out to push: "Ahu, go quickly, go quickly."

The women gathered at the door looked anxious, and some rushed in and pulled Wang Ruhu directly.

"Ahu, the store is not allowed to have disputes with customers. This kind of thing happens often and we are all used to it."

"You go quickly, the boss will come over later. If you find a fight, we will be punished."

"Yes, Ah Hu, you go, we still have to beg for food here."

Wang Ruhu looked at them and stood there and did not move. The black man there looked at him with interest for a while. Perhaps he was wearing a big shorts, and the other party was not that thin. He lifted up the clothes on the hanger and hit him on his shoulders. When he walked around Wang Ruhu, he provocatively picked his chin.

Said in English.

"Yellow-seeded monkey."

After a middle finger, he pulled the fallen door and left. The women around him didn't say a word. Wang Ruhu, who was standing there, held his fists tightly. He was worried about these women, and finally let go and squeeze out a sound.

"I'm leaving."

Without waiting for Li Lan to speak, she left the beauty shop directly and came in with a slim woman wearing sunglasses. Wang Ruhu was too lazy to take a look. She picked up her bicycle and rode it on. She heard a few sharp screams and scolding from inside, and a "bang" sound from the door. She breathed a slight breath, stepped on her feet and pedaled out.

I returned to the tea restaurant all the way. The meal was over and there were no customers inside. The clerk who was cleaning the sanitation saw the expression on Wang Ruhu's face and called respectfully: "Brother Hu."

In the seat on the side of the counter, Uncle Long hummed a little tune and drove the flying insects with a fly swatter. When he saw him coming back, he didn't say hello, he held his glasses and screamed, "The wings are hard, eat my food, live in my building... Hey, don't even say hello when you enter the door."

"Uncle Long, Brother Hu's face is wrong. Did you encounter something when delivering takeout?"

"He is so big, can he be bullied? I think it's almost the same to bully others."

The old man shouted, and went to the counter to get a glass of orange juice. He moved his footsteps and sat next to Wang Ruhu, "Hey, I'll ask for this cup, I'll pay for the refill. Tell me, what happened outside?"

"No one takes it seriously."

After Wang Ruhu said something, he drank orange juice and told the old man about what happened to the Tianzitang Beauty Salon just now. The old man "cut" it.

"The fireworks land is causing trouble... It has been like this since ancient times. You don't know that when I came here, it was so chaotic. If it weren't for my strong skills, how could I have built up today's foundation!"

Wang Ruhu looked around with his eyes, "Is your foundation this store?"

"The three buildings behind don't count?"

Uncle Long widened his eyes and raised his hand to point behind the shop. He choked on what he wanted to brag about, but he didn't know how to continue. After quieting for a while, he looked at the face of the man next to him, and patted his back with a smile.

"Young boys, they have a hard time. It's the same thing as eating when they look at the weather and picking up the food. Those women are bullied and can only swallow them into their stomachs. Do you still call the police? Do you think everyone looks like you or like me? Hey, when I talk about it, I remembered that when I first came, a foreigner bullied me. Good guy, I fucked a stick next to someone's door and sold him his hand. As a result, I drilled into the cement pipe and slept on the bridge hole... I've survived it?"

As soon as he talked about the past, the old man couldn't hear it. Wang Ruhu listened quietly while thinking about what had happened just now. He came from Morosia and stayed in Chinatown for these days. He suddenly realized why Sister Lan had a medical box and such medicine for trauma.

Sitting there listening to the nagging in my ears, I just sat in the store, watching the sun tilting outside, and then welcoming another group of guests at night, but before Harold came back, he returned to the rental house, took a shower, took off his bandage, and the dense gun holes on his body were almost gone.

Thinking of the scene where a woman was blocking her in the middle in the beauty salon, Wang Ruhu put on her clothes and took the medicine box to go out. At this time, she should need it more.

When the door opened and went downstairs, the women who were getting off work came back one by one, talking and laughing. Li Lan walked among them and lowered her head. When Yu Guang saw the figure coming, he hurriedly circled around in one direction. Wang Ruhu called out and handed over the medicine box.

"Sister Lan, take it back and wipe it off."

"No need... don't look." Li Lan quickly turned her head away and raised her hand to cover her face. "...I gave it to me, what should I do with your injury? Take it back, my injury... I'm used to it, it won't get in the way."

A group of women around him looked at them and laughed, not because they were making fun of it, but they mostly smiled kindly on their faces. After all, when they were out, such things were rare for them.

Perhaps there were many people. Seeing Wang Ruhu stubbornly handing the medicine box to him, Li Lan lowered her head and hugged her, and glared at the woman watching over there.

"What do you think? You also recognize a brother."

As he was joking and making noise, a group of women walked into the corridor. Wang Ruhu looked at them, and there was a smile on his face. He was about to turn around and go back when Harold's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Tiger... Come with me!"

The figure took the crutch that he had found somewhere, limped over, looked around, and whispered: "I found the way. If I hadn't used my identity as a Morosian royal family, I would have almost never been able to find it."

"good."

Wang Ruhu glanced at the noisy second floor, reached out and took Harold's back, lifted up, lifted the person up, hung in the air and walked quickly. Soon after, he left Chinatown and followed the address and went south a few miles away, which was not too far.

It was a dilapidated neighborhood, dirty red brick buildings, the walls were covered with graffiti, and a trash can was piled up with garbage. There was no one cleaning the street outside. There was light, and there were people standing under the two basketball racks, excitedly shouting in the middle.

The two black men were rushing their upper bodies naked, attacking and defending back and forth, and they were quite good at fighting.

"This is also counting?"

It was not as intense as imagined. Wang Ruhu was a little disappointed. If he had this level, his income would naturally be very low. After sweeping through the two people fighting on the field, he suddenly saw a strong black man in the crowd, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.
Chapter completed!