Chapter 653 Renting a Room

Red nose, big belly, turbid eyes, sloppy demeanor... Zhang Yuanqing stared at the middle-aged man walking towards him, feeling that the man's temperament seemed familiar.

The Dionysus Club?

Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously thought of this evil overseas profession.

Two men in black suits and white shirts, dressed as elite office workers, immediately noticed the pot-bellied man.

The middle-aged man carrying a briefcase stopped warily. The slender young man took the initiative to step forward, pressing his hand against his lower back as he did so.

This was the warning gesture a policeman made before drawing his gun.

"Sir, I'm an undercover police officer from the airport. Please stop and accept inspection," the fair-skinned young man said loudly.

He had just gotten off the plane; how could he be carrying a handgun? He looked young, but he was quick-witted and experienced.

Just as the two sides were getting closer, the young man suddenly staggered, as if he had been tripped, and fell flat on his face, right at the feet of the pot-bellied man.

"Bang!"

The pot-bellied man's leather shoe kicked the young man's jaw hard, knocking him unconscious.

As expected, a drunkard... Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly in the distance, confirming that his judgment was correct.

The middle-aged man carrying the briefcase saw his companion subdued instantly, and his pupils shrank slightly.

He did not try to fight the enemy or rescue his companion. Instead, he quickly waved his left hand several times.

Whoosh~

The airflow condensed into two arc-shaped wind blades, one high and one low, sweeping towards the pot-bellied man.

Without looking at the result, the middle-aged man with a slightly receding hairline, carrying the briefcase, fled in the opposite direction.

A gentle wind supported his feet and pushed his back, making him as fast as an arrow.

At the same time, he shouted, "There are terrorists here! Notify the police!"

Being able to subdue his companion instantly meant that the enemy was at least at the peak of the Extraordinary stage. The middle-aged man was also Level 3, but he was a Wind Manipulator, and it was difficult to defeat an evil profession in a one-on-one fight. Besides, he was carrying confidential items and couldn't fight easily.

In this situation, creating chaos and stalling for time was the best choice.

On the other side, the pot-bellied man raised his right hand and flicked it gently. The ruby ​​chain on his wrist flashed.

Immediately, the two wind blades "tacitly" went up and down, one hitting the eight-meter-high ceiling, and the other hitting the marble floor tiles, creating shallow cut marks.

The pot-bellied man ignored the bewildered and surprised gazes of the surrounding tourists and strode towards the middle-aged man carrying the briefcase while activating the bracelet on his wrist.

The next second, the middle-aged man seemed to lose his sense of direction, suddenly ran to the left, then bumped into the wall, then ran to the right, and bumped into the glass wall again.

The pot-bellied man took the opportunity to move closer.

Seeing the drunkard approaching, the middle-aged man was shocked. While loudly warning others, he told the surrounding people to call the police and slammed the briefcase hard at the pot-bellied man.

Tsk, cognitive dissonance... Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but "tsk" in his heart, his eyes falling on the pot-bellied man's wrist.

So far, the skills shown by the pot-bellied man were sensory disorder and cognitive error, all abilities of the Extraordinary stage. However, the bracelet on his wrist seemed to have an amplification function, and ordinary Order faction members of the same level couldn't resist it at all.

Looking at the briefcase smashing towards him, the pot-bellied man smiled triumphantly, grabbed the briefcase, ran a few steps, and kicked the middle-aged man in the chest.

The middle-aged man was dazed in place, showing a slight state of drunkenness.

"Bang!"

In the muffled sound of physical impact, the middle-aged man was kicked away.

The pot-bellied man turned around and quickly left with the briefcase. As he passed Annie and Zhang Yuanqing, Zhang Yuanqing stuck out his foot.

"Thump!"

The two-hundred-pound fat man fell heavily to the ground, and the briefcase in his hand slipped out, sliding several meters away.

The pot-bellied man bared his teeth, looking a little dazed, not knowing why he fell.

Zhang Yuanqing used illusion to cover up his movements.

But he didn't have time to think about it. Some of the surrounding tourists took out their mobile phones to call the police, and some went to notify the airport's police officers.

He had to leave here as soon as possible.

The pot-bellied man quickly got up, ready to pick up the briefcase, but saw a hand grab it before him.

The owner of that hand was a yellow-skinned, black-eyed oriental man, very young, with handsome features and a gentle temperament.

"Yellow-skinned pig, give me the thing!" The pot-bellied man's eyes widened, and he put on a ferocious and threatening expression, reaching out to grab the briefcase in Zhang Yuanqing's hand.

"This is not yours." Zhang Yuanqing took a step back, his leg muscles bulged, and his right leg bounced suddenly.

Pa!

A high kick hit the pot-bellied man's chin, spraying blood and teeth.

The pot-bellied man "wooed" and fell backward, making a huge muffled sound.

Zhang Yuanqing dragged his suitcase with one hand and carried the briefcase with the other, striding forward, side-kicking the man in the temple, knocking the pot-bellied man unconscious.

"Annie!" Zhang Yuanqing looked at the chain on the pot-bellied man's wrist, signaling her to collect the spoils.

Annie understood and quickly took off the bracelet and put it in her handbag.

At this time, the middle-aged man who had been kicked in the abdomen had recovered. His internal organs were slightly damaged, but he could still barely move.

He clutched his stomach and staggered over, looking at Annie and Zhang Yuanqing warily, and said, "Hello, this is mine..."

As he spoke, he kept a wary eye on his surroundings.

At transportation hubs like Diya Airport, the Heavenly Punishers and the Sea God Church had arranged on-duty Xingzhe (Lingjing Xingzhe) squads, who could arrive at any time. If the two people in front of him were the enemy, what he had to do was stall for time.

"I know this is yours." Zhang Yuanqing threw the briefcase over.

The middle-aged man happily caught it, touched the contents through the leather, confirmed that it was correct, and gave a sincere and grateful smile:

"Thank you very much for your help... You are also Lingjing Xingzhe, right."

He lowered his voice unconsciously when he said the last sentence.

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and nodded: "I am from the Second District, my Lingjing ID is Tongtian Jiaozhu."

The Free Federation had a relatively gentle and open attitude towards wild Xingzhe. They would not force you to register your files with the Heavenly Punishers. As long as you didn't cause trouble, it didn't matter if you revealed that you were a Lingjing Xingzhe.

His spoken language was very awkward, and his pronunciation was not very accurate. He didn't seem like a Chinese-American who was permanently stationed in the Free Federation... The middle-aged man rubbed his stomach and said:

"I am a Wind Manipulator from the Heavenly Punishers, my Lingjing ID is Kamaitachi. This is the name of a wind-attribute monster in Japan. Actually, I originally wanted to take the name Boreas, which is the name of the wind god in mythology. But unfortunately, the Chief Executive Officer has already taken this name. She is really an overbearing woman."

He was about forty years old, with shallow crow's feet and forehead wrinkles, light gray eyes, deep-set eye sockets, and a high nose. He was not too handsome, but he was a man who smiled very affably.

Is it really okay to discuss one of the leaders of the Heavenly Punishers so casually? Oh, I almost forgot, you can post the president's portrait in the toilet... Zhang Yuanqing noticed the other party's gesture of捂着肚子 (wǔ zhe dùzi, clutching his stomach), reached out and grabbed the Mountain God Scepter, covered it with illusion, and patted Kamaitachi's shoulder gently.

Kamaitachi subconsciously looked at his left shoulder. Immediately afterwards, the unbearable abdominal pain quickly subsided.

He looked down at his belly in surprise and then looked at Zhang Yuanqing:

"So you are a Wood Sprite."

Zhang Yuanqing put the Mountain God Scepter back into the item bar, neither denying nor admitting it, and smiled:

"We have something to do. This is my assistant Annie. If you need any help, you can contact her."

This was one of the reasons why Zhang Yuanqing took action. When he first arrived, contacts were very important.

Especially official contacts.

He was able to make a splash in the Second District, initially relying on Fu Qingyang, and later on the Marshal.

After Annie and Kamaitachi added each other as friends, the airport's police officers happened to arrive.

Zhang Yuanqing whispered: "Let's go!"

The two quickly merged into the crowded crowd and headed to the taxi area according to the road sign instructions.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yuanqing and Annie got into a taxi. The driver was a pot-bellied middle-aged white man. Seeing Zhang Yuanqing with black eyes and yellow hair, he playfully said with an awkward accent: Ni hao!

Zhang Yuanqing looked at Annie: "Do I need to tip him?"

Annie shook her head.

Oh, the driver is just adding drama to himself... Zhang Yuanqing stopped talking.

The taxi left the airport and sped into the bustling city.

Also world-class metropolises, New York County and Songhai had obvious differences. New York County's architectural style was based on right angles, lines, and geometric bodies, that is, square box architectural style.

In addition, many old buildings also incorporated the column style of ancient Rome, as well as marble facades, revealing a bit of the vicissitudes of time.

Apart from these, Zhang Yuanqing's biggest feeling was that the streets were not as wide as those in Songhai, and there was not enough greenery in the city.

Looking at the city streets full of people of various colors and races, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but ask:

"How's the security? Will I get a gun pointed at my head by a nigga if I go out at night?"

Annie said a little guiltily: "As long as you don't go out at night, the security is still good..."

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New York County's Chinatown is located in Lower Manhattan, covering a very large area, with more than forty streets. The people living here are mainly Chinese, about 150,000.

Among the Chinese, those who love to eat the Hu Jian people's煲汤 (bāotāng, Cantonese soup), and the Hu Jian people who are included in the煲汤 (bāotāng, Cantonese soup) recipe, are the majority.

The architectural style of Chinatown is mixed between Chinese and Western styles. There are buildings with flying eaves and bucket arches, as well as rectangular residential buildings close together.

Some streets were not wide enough, and the sanitary conditions were average. The closely adjacent buildings had messy Chinese-character plaques.

This narrow environment reminded Zhang Yuanqing of the old districts of Hong Kong.

Some streets were adjacent to high-rise buildings, the streets were wide, and there were Chinese restaurants and snack bars on both sides, with everything available.

The high-end apartment that Annie rented was a delicate red brick building, six stories high, square and upright, with bright floor-to-ceiling windows and small balconies on the front.

Turn left out the door and you're on the bustling snack street. Turn right and pass two traffic lights, and you're in the high-rise CBd area.

The two dragged their luggage, took the elevator, and came to the fourth floor.

In the elevator, Annie whispered:

"This location is very good, and the rent is very reasonable. But the landlord only rents to Chinese and does not accept white and black tenants. Jiaozhu (Lord), you have to find a way to convince her later, otherwise we can only get our deposit back and find another place."

The elevator door opened. Outside the elevator were three anti-theft doors, three households per floor.

Annie opened her phone and confirmed the house number, then knocked on the door of Room 401.

"Knock knock!"

Along with the knocking, the anti-theft door opened, and a seven- or eight-year-old boy poked his head out. At the same time, a woman's sharp scolding came from the crack in the door:

"I spend money to send you to school, and you've learned nothing? You haven't passed a single subject. The teacher said you've been hanging out with gangsters outside of school recently and formed an anti-black and white alliance. You better not want to study, or go to the store and work for me, or get the hell back home."

In the woman's sharp scolding, the little boy said crisply: "Who are you looking for?"

He spoke in Cantonese.

Annie turned her head to look at Zhang Yuanqing, her fair face full of question marks.

I don't understand Cantonese either... Zhang Yuanqing squeezed out a smile and said, "Lei hou (hello), we are here to rent a house, we have already paid the deposit."

The little boy turned his head and shouted behind him: "Mom, your tenants are here."

The scolding stopped immediately, followed by the woman's sharp voice: "Bring the guests in."

"Is your mom scolding you?" Zhang Yuanqing rubbed the boy's head with a smile.

"She's scolding my sister."

The little boy opened the door and happily returned to the living room.

Zhang Yuanqing led Annie into the house and looked around. The living room was very spacious, about thirty square meters. The decoration style was typical Chinese. There was a ink painting hanging on the wall, and potted plants in the corner of the living room. The little boy was sitting on the sofa, eating potato chips and watching cartoons.

From the direction of the bedroom, a woman wearing slippers and a nightdress walked out. Her cheekbones were slightly high, and her features were actually quite pretty, but her sallow skin and the restlessness between her eyebrows made her look like she was entering menopause early.

The woman looked at Annie and Zhang Yuanqing, and frowned slightly when she saw Annie.

She looked at Zhang Yuanqing and said coldly:

"From the Mainland?"

Annoyed, unhappy, and even more unhappy when she saw Annie. Uh, her emotions are in a state of anger all the time. Auntie, your liver fire is a bit strong. No, Auntie, you wouldn't be a Fire Master, would you... Zhang Yuanqing felt the other person's emotions while complaining in his heart.

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ps: I'll update with the incorrect words first and then fix them.