The river water flowed through the bridge, and the water surface was sparkling. The carp sauce waving its tail was on the surface. Amid the sound of "pop" water, a flat stone flew over. While hitting, twelve splashes of water floated down to the opposite river bank.

Didn't notice the floating fish body flowing down the river. Wang Ruhu sat down on the grass with his butt, pillowing his hands on the back of his head, looking at the clouds wandering slightly in the sky.

He also had his own considerations when leaving Chinatown. Suddenly, something strange came to his arms. With Professor Harles's "alarming" words, he could not guarantee that he would be able to overcome this strange thing. Once it was affected, his invulnerable body would be increased, which would probably be even more terrifying than the woman named "Linna" before.

At that time, I'm afraid no one can stop it.

‘But, where will I go next?’

Wang Ruhu looked at the clouds floating across the sky, floated across the sun, and suddenly turned his face, snorted behind him, and said simple English words.

"come out."

On the road behind the lawn, a dark figure flashed behind a tree. In the sun, I opened my mouth and squeezed out a smile, and the two rows of white teeth were particularly conspicuous.

It was the black boxer Tori who wanted to be his disciple of Wang Ruhu, who took Li Lan to the hospital that night.

Seeing that he was called out, the black boxer went over in a rather embarrassing way and shouted respectfully in poor Chinese: "Master Wang!"

I still use etiquette I learned from somewhere, and I bowed my fists and bowed.

Wang Ruhu turned over and sat up. How could he not know the other party's thoughts? He opened the bag, took out a notebook, and wrote down a string of English on it at a speed.

"Don't tribute, I won't accept disciples. Also, I can understand your English."

The black man squeezed his smile and rubbed over. Seeing that the man was easy to talk, he did not give up. He squatted beside him and said and gestured as if explaining why he had to follow him.

"I saw you coming out of Chinatown and still carrying your bags, so I must leave. So I came over and saw that you were lying here and didn't have a place to live? I have a place to stay and don't have to worry about the police patrols. They don't like to come."

Wang Ruhu looked at him and wrote a casual sentence.

"Why do you want to become a disciple? I killed your agent and teacher, don't you hate me?"

"No hate." The black man shook his head, picked up a stone and threw it into the river. "The black man has no teacher, just like he has no father, Helta just treats me as a tool for making money, and never is not like a teacher."

The other party's tone did not seem to be fake, and Wang Ruhu had no other direction. Of course, except for the hard drive, I thought about it and found that if there was no Chinese place, it wouldn't matter if I couldn't clean up the liquid on my arms.

By the way, after leaving, he sent the thing in his hand to the agreed location for Li Ran. After thinking about it, he said to Tori, "Let's go!"

Then he got up and patted the grass clippings behind him, and walked to the side of the road with a heavy backpack. The black man followed behind happily, knowing that he was going to his residence. His thick lips kept stuttering and introducing the situation there.

"..... where I live, we call it O block, and there is no policeman's control."

"Besides being messy, you can think of doing whatever you want to do there, it's so free."

Two figures walked across the river, along the direction pointed by the black Tori, and came to a block on the edge of the city. The trash can stood under the graffiti and overturned. The ground was covered with messy alleys. Several men and women could be seen sitting together smoking and laughing, and there were still needles on the ground. When they saw Tori, they did not forget to raise their hand and say hello.

"These addicts are no longer helpful, but I never touch that thing. My mother died just by beating that thing. I was only ten years old at that time."

Wang Ruhu looked back at the entrance of the alley. The people were pale and thin, and their energy was gone. Their whole body might have been eroded by things.

"No one cares?"

"What do you care about? Human rights? The US government only likes to point fingers at other countries, so how can we care about us? Besides, it's almost legal, who cares about this thing?"

Tori spread his hands, with a look of "please, stop talking". He turned to an excuse in front of him, and hit the palm of a black young man, introduced Wang Ruhu behind him, and patted his chest hard.

"The Chinese martial artist who killed Helta, my idol!"

The young man didn't say anything, just grinned and watched Wang Ruhu go over. Soon, Tori, who was walking in front, turned around and pointed at the three dilapidated red brick buildings in front, "It's here, I'm sitting on the right side of the second floor. Don't worry, it's still clean inside."

He raised a key in his hand and greeted him. The young black man quickly ran to the corridor. Wang Ruhu followed behind and walked in carefully across garbage bags on the ground. There were even drunks curled up at the corner of the stairs.

"Most of them are Mexican, and black people like me are all black, who don't have much money, so they can only live in such a simple apartment."

The young black man kicked open a garbage bag in the way and explained, turned around and patted the door next to him, and shouted and cursed: "Man, throw the garbage in the aisle again, I will come to greet all the women in your house in the evening!"

A door opened at the end of the right side of the aisle, and Tori quickly smiled at a Mexican woman coming out, raised his hand and said hello.

"Hi!"

The woman was wearing an embroidered dress and looked up at the young black man. She saw that Wang Ruhu was still there. She hurriedly buried her head, carried a garbage bag, and quickly went downstairs.

"The cowardly Mexican."

As he said that, he opened the door of his apartment, threw away the key, pointed at the furnishings around him, and then hurried to the sofa to grab a pair of women's underwear and hide it behind him.

"I usually live alone, of course, sometimes women will come."

Wang Ruhu looked around, a living room, two bedrooms, an open kitchen, full of cheap food packaging boxes, and cockroaches dancing tentacles crawling around looking for residues.

His eyes then fell to a sandbag stand near the window in the living room, threw the bag on the sofa, and walked straight over. The black young man quickly took a pair of boxing gloves and was pushed away by Wang Ruhu. He just stroked the sandbag, looked at the shallow fist marks left on it, and nodded to the young man with appreciation.

Immediately, I took the paper and pen and wrote: "I'll come over again tonight."

When Wang Ruhu handed the paper to the other party, he picked up the bag again. When he saw the black young man with a confused look, he stopped explaining. He went out and went downstairs. The latter followed him outside the door, spreading the paper, and his face was even more confused.

Wang Ruhu, who came down, walked out of the block along the direction he came, and followed the address given to him by Li Ran.

Since there is no other direction, let’s send what the other party asks to give first. After so many days, things should not be as nervous as they are.

‘That Li Ran doesn’t know what’s going on.’

The sun gradually tilted. At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Ruhu asked several times and finally found the address written on the paper. In front of an antique shop with a green wood sign, he repeatedly compared the door number and store name, and then pushed the door up, but it was locked inside.

"No one?"

Thick brow frowned, reached out and tapped twice, but there was still no response inside. He was about to leave and came over to take a look at it on a date. Before he turned around, he heard a sound of Hong Kong-style English coming from it.

"Come here, come here."

This sound... Wang Ruhu turned around, and there was a sound of unlocking in the door, and then it opened with a squeak, revealing his round old face, wearing a pair of glasses, and erecting a big belly.

Seeing the man two meters tall outside the door, he jumped backwards with conditioned reflections on the figure on the door frame.

The eyes were intertwined, and both of them shouted out their names.

"Uncle Long?"

"Ahu?!"
Chapter completed!