Morning light shone into the window lattice, sprinkling the small living room, the sound of sandbags swaying back and forth, and sweat beads slid down the dark skin. Soon, the black man listened to the music played by the headphones to wipe off the sweat stains on his face, walked to the stove and turned on the microwave, heated the hot dogs and sandwiches, turned out the cereal and poured it into a cup to brew.

Outside, there were noisy voices, car horns, and the unique rhythm of the black man were intertwined. They passed to the window frame above. In the sunshine, Wang Ruhu opened his eyes, stepped on the floor naked, walked to the window with his feet naked, and looked at the autumn golden sun, and stretched comfortably. The muscles of his chest muscles, arms, shoulders and neck were stretched and bulging at this moment, bringing a huge force.

With the sound of skeleton explosions, Wang Ruhu moved his shoulders comfortably, and then he realized that he had not had such a comfortable sleep for a long time.

‘It’s so cool…Is it because of a big fight last night?’

‘Are it because Li Ran’s affairs were put to an end?’

From the living room, Tori heard a voice from: "Master Wang, it's time to eat!" Wang Ruhu took a deep breath, looked at the Peking Opera mask on the head of the bed, and shrugged his shoulders as he imitated these Westerners.

‘Don’t worry, it’s important to eat first.’

After a night of fighting, I was indeed a little hungry, but the breakfast prepared by the black man could not even be half full, so I had to go out to find a fast food restaurant or a convenience store to buy some to fill my stomach.

I asked Tori for a suit, green-flowered trousers, a cool skull T-shirt, and walked out of the apartment door with slippers. I met a Mexican woman opposite the door and her husband. The man was a little Mediterranean, not tall, and seemed timid. When he saw Wang Ruhu down, he quickly pulled the woman back to the side, and waited for him to come over and whispered to the woman.

"Did you see it? There are many bad people here, you bumped into this person last night."

"......The fat white man was killed by him last night, and his body was dealt with by the nigger nearby. When he came back from the night shift, he happened to catch up."

"I'm not here normally, so you'd better not go downstairs. There are more than one or two bad people here, and most of the block is bad."

Wang Ruhu, who was yelling instructing words, could hear clearly, as a husband's wife who had smuggled from Mexico to pay attention, this was normal. He couldn't get angry and turned around and just smiled at the man.

The latter quickly shut up and subconsciously moved to his wife.

Outside, some black men who had helped the gangsters outside probably understood who was coming out of the building, and they raised their hands to say hello to Wang Ruhu. Those who could cut off their heads were all cruel people. This kind of ruthlessness made them feel even closer. After all, this kind of place is not treated by kind people.

Of course, only a small number of people know about this matter, there are many black gangs coming and going to the neighborhood. When they see a strong and tall Chinese, Wang Ruhu, they still make provocative moves or want to surround them with malicious intentions.

Wang Ruhu was directly staggered and hit his shoulder, knocking him over easily. Someone even took out a dagger, but he twisted it into a twist.

I saw a group of street gangsters who wanted to go forward and were stunned.

After leaving the O block, I came to the fast food restaurant outside, bought a few burgers and hot dogs, and took tomato soup to solve the problem at will. While I was chewing my head and chewing, the window next to me blew twice.

A white woman in a snake-patterned short skirt and short-sleeved shirt pushed up the toad sunglasses on her face, revealing her light blue eyes, and waved at him with a smile.

Immediately, I ran in with a small bag, went to the counter to order the food, and ran to Wang Ruhu like a cooked meal.

"Oriental Heroes, how can you meet you everywhere?"

......I should be asking this question, why did I meet this American woman who is so sucking big again here?

Wang Ruhu chewed the food in his mouth, but it was difficult to open his mouth, so he just smiled.

Next to it, there was another 'wow' sound. Linda looked at the several burgers and hot dogs piled up on the table in surprise, probably thinking that she had eaten too much.

The red nail tips also dot the muscles on the oriental man's arm in front of him.

"Your muscles are so strong...it's better than bodybuilding champions."

Wang Ruhu took a mouthful of tomato soup, swallowed the food, and shrank his elbows without any trace, moved his arms away from the tip of her nails, and looked at this passionate woman in English that was not very fluent.

"Why are you here too?"

"Business." Linda held her chin and pointed to the scorching sun outside: "You know, I'm just the boss's assistant and I need to do a lot of errands. With such a warm sun outside, I can only come out."

There was a voice on the counter calling her, seeing that the food was ready, and the woman couldn't continue talking. Before leaving, she quickly pinched the muscles on Wang Ruhu's hand, stuck out her tongue, grabbed four fingers, stammered her lips, and said silently: "By bye."

Then he went out and walked to the car parked outside. In the co-pilot next to him, there was a young and handsome white man in T-shirt. The latter was joking with Linda intimately. When he looked at him, he provocatively picked his chin, and then drove away with the woman.

‘It seems that this woman has walked out of the shadow of being cheated on.’

Wang Ruhu turned his gaze back and was interrupted by the other party. His appetite was not as good as before. He asked the waiter to help prepare paper bags to pack them. He went to a nearby convenience store and bought some daily necessities.

After coming out, almost ten or twenty minutes passed. On the way back to the block, I saw a red car parked on the side of the road from afar, and a trash can was blocking the front. Eight black men surrounded the front of the car, fiddled with the knife fiercely, cursing the ugly words, and asked the man in the co-pilot to take out the money. Without waiting for the other party to count, they snatched it over and put it in their pockets.

On the other side, the woman driving was Linda who had just left. She waved her hand and opened the pair of black palms she had touched from time to time. She was so scared that she wanted to take out her cell phone to call the police, but was taken away by the other party.

"Bastard, that's the mobile phone I just bought. The loan has not been paid yet. Damn it, I'll give it back to me!"

"Please let us leave, the money has been given to you." The young man in a T-shirt tried to negotiate, and was then punched in the face by the other party, bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the tip of the knife handed to him in front of him, he shrank back timidly.

The yelling woman didn't dare to speak at this time. She looked at the black men with malicious eyes, and some even reached out to pull her out of the car.

"Please take your hands away, don't!" Linda leaned towards the co-pilot with her arms, screaming in fear, but it made the black people around her more excited, and she shook the car hard to scare the couple inside.

The hot air whistled and rushed over, pushing the black palm on the side of the hood, and suddenly a stone hit the back of the hand. The black man in pain covered his hands and turned around.

An Asian man holding a paper bag, wearing green flower shorts and a short-sleeved T-shirt with a skull printed on his upper body, standing at the intersection of the block in slippers, looking at them.

Among the few black people, someone recognized the man and whispered to his companion. The latter nodded and waved at Wang Ruhu as a sign, and then called the other three to count the bills and disperse.

Seeing that the danger was relieved, Linda looked into the rearview mirror, and half of her body poked out of the car door and looked at the back. On the other side, only a figure in shorts disappeared at the intersection with a paper bag. The male companion next to her urged: "Linda, my dear, let's leave quickly, the black people here are very unfriendly."

"waste."

The woman watched the figure disappear over there and sat back. When she looked at the co-pilot's boyfriend, except for a handsome appearance, he had no masculinity or bloodiness at all, and immediately felt that he was not as good as he could.

He cursed at him, started the car and retreated, bypassed the trash can, stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the street nervously.

.........

Wang Ruhu returned to the downstairs and saw the Mexican woman he met when he was out, posing with a black man outside the door, talking about something, but this was someone else's business. Wang Ruhu carried a paper bag and went upstairs. When he returned to the room, Tori was not in the apartment.

‘I also said I was going to teach him some basic fighting.’

Putting down the paper bag, Wang Ruhu walked to the bathroom, took off his shirt and prepared to take a shower. The figure reflected in the mirror on the wall made him stunned for a moment.

Um?
Chapter completed!