chsdbacks Chapter 145 Thanks to Blackie for his help
Chapter 145 Thanks to Blackie for his help
Chapter 145 Thanks to Blackie for his help
Chen Yuan sat there, completely bewildered, pondering what to do next.
The bus swayed and rattled along like a drunken old man, twisting and turning for two thousand minutes before finally stopping at a dilapidated station.
The car door slammed open, and a wave of heat rushed in, carrying the smell of car exhaust.
Chen Yuan got off the car carrying his luggage.
He froze the moment his foot touched solid ground.
where is this?
The streets were littered with trash, plastic bags rolled around on the ground, and several homeless people were sunbathing against a wall, surrounded by the stench of urine.
There was a KFC across the street, with a long line of black people at the door.
Further away, the glass curtain walls of skyscrapers reflected blinding light, creating an eerie contrast with this dilapidated street.
While he was still confused, a memory that didn't belong to him suddenly flooded into his mind.
He came to Georgetown, Washington, to take over as priest of George Church.
The previous priest was getting old and was retiring.
The suitcase he was carrying contained his black casual clothes.
I also looked at some everyday items, a Bible, and a cross.
After digesting all this information, Chen Yuan looked around and was stunned again.
I know from memory that I got off at this stop at St. George's Church.
But he had no memory of how he got there.
This is awkward.
He needs to ask for directions.
The problem is, he can't speak English!
Just then, three black men walked over from the KFC, laughing and joking.
They were all wearing loose hoodies, their pants almost falling below their knees, revealing the edges of their flashy underwear.
The one at the front was wearing a big gold chain, chewing on something, and high-fiving the person next to him as he walked.
They saw Chen Yuan.
The three men's eyes simultaneously fixed on him. They exchanged glances and walked toward Chen Yuan with perfect understanding, their faces bearing smiles that clearly betrayed their ill intentions.
"Hey, do you need help?"
The message reached Chen Yuan's ears in English.
But he understood.
Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.
Is this a benefit of the system?
Language packs install automatically?
He tried to say something.
"Can you help me?"
His voice was a little hoarse, but he could tell that he was indeed speaking English, and his pronunciation was quite standard.
The black man in the lead grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth, and his smile became even brighter.
"certainly."
He raised his hand and pointed to the alleyway beside him.
The alley was pitch black; you couldn't see what was inside.
"We can go inside and discuss this in detail."
While he was speaking, the two black men with him had already separated without making a sound. One went around to Chen Yuan's left, and the other blocked his back.
The three people formed a triangle around him.
Chen Yuan looked at the one on the left, then at the one on the right, and finally at the one in front wearing a gold chain.
He smiled.
"Let's go then."
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"Good!"
Blackie gave a thumbs up and winked at the other two.
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"Good, very good!"
The three men surrounded Chen Yuan and led him into the alley.
The alley was dirtier than outside. There were leftover Coke cups, several beer bottles, and a puddle of some kind of liquid that smelled sour. The walls were covered with messy graffiti, including words like "Bloods," "Crips," and some drawings that were inappropriate for children.
As we walked deeper into the alley, about twenty meters from the street corner, the three black men stopped.
The man with the gold chain turned around, and the smile on his face changed.
It was no longer the enthusiastic smile from before, but a smile of someone eyeing a fat sheep, one of certainty of success.
"friend."
He raised his hand and pointed to the suitcase in Chen Yuan's hand.
"You just arrived from out of town, right? It's not safe here. How about we keep your luggage safe for you?"
The other two black men took a step forward, completely blocking Chen Yuan's escape route.
Chen Yuan looked down at his suitcase, then looked up at the three people in front of him.
"Are you serious?"
"What do you mean, 'seriously'?"
Wearing a gold chain, he was taken aback.
"I said."
Chen Yuan put down his suitcase and stretched his wrists.
Are you sure you want to do this?
The three black men exchanged glances and laughed at the same time.
The laughter echoed through the alley, startling a stray cat perched on the wall.
"Friend, you've got it wrong."
Wearing a gold chain, he walked forward while laughing.
"I already said, we're just..."
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yuan's foot had already reached him.
No one saw how he moved.
In the blink of an eye, his leg was raised, and the sole of his foot was pressed directly against the face of the man wearing gold chains.
The black man leaned back, his back hitting the wall with a dull thud, then slid down the wall and sat motionless on the puddle of unidentified liquid.
The other two black men were stunned.
Chen Yuan didn't leave them stunned for long.
He lunged forward, and before the person on his left could react, he was punched in the stomach.
The black man vomited, curling up like a shrimp, spewing out a sour, foul-smelling liquid mixed with uneaten KFC.
Chen Yuan dodged to the side and then casually elbowed the man in the back, sending him sprawling face-first to the ground.
The last black guy finally realized what was happening and reached behind his waist.
Chen Yuan didn't give him a chance to figure it out.
He took a step forward, grabbed the wrist of the hand, and twisted it. With a "crack," the black man screamed in pain, his knees buckled, and he knelt down.
Chen Yuan didn't let go, twisting his arm behind his back and pressing his knee against his lower back.
The entire process takes a maximum of fifteen seconds.
The alleyway was quiet.
All that remained were the groans of the three black men and the distant honking of car horns from the street.
Chen Yuan released the last one, took a step back, and slowly straightened his clothes.
He had moved too much and his collar was askew, so he reached out to straighten it.
Two drops of blood splattered on his cuff. He frowned and flicked them away with his finger.
The three black men were sitting against the wall, lying on the ground, and kneeling.
They were all bruised and battered, some bleeding, some trembling. The one with the gold chain was the first to come to his senses. When he looked up at Chen Yuan, the arrogance from before was gone, replaced only by terror.
"Is...is this Chinese kung fu?"
When he spoke, there was a lisp coming from the corner of his mouth, and he had lost a front tooth.
Chen Yuan smiled and looked at him.
The smile was exactly the same as when he walked into the alley—harmless, even a little polite.
"You're so smart," he said.
"As a reward, you'll take out everything you have on you."
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He dared not be negligent. Or rather, he dared not have any other thoughts.
With trembling hands, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a deflated wallet, a key, a piece of chewing gum, and a crumpled piece of paper.
Chen Yuan took the piece of paper and glanced at it.
"What is this?"
"This...this is a KFC coupon..."
The black man's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Chen Yuan frowned.
"Tell me, was it stolen?!"
"No, no, I snatched it."
"Um?!"
Chen Yuan's eyes widened, his gaze like two knives.
"Still saying you didn't steal it?!"