Chapter 907: Chapter 911: Light of Life (10)
The magical little girl who appeared beside them was called He Li. Her family fled during her grandfather’s generation.
Now that the old man is aging, he constantly thinks about returning to his roots, but it seems impossible to go back.
Though they strive to integrate, this land still feels incompatible and rejecting them.
In the family, besides her grandfather and herself, the other parents and siblings speak Chinese awkwardly, which is the reason her grandfather cherishes her the most.
In the old man’s view, those who cannot speak Chinese well are not true Hua Country People.
He Li grew up in front of her grandfather, listening to stories about Hua Country, and thus developed a deep longing.
So, upon hearing about the existence of an intercepter within the Chinese community, she impulsively took risks, wanting to wait like a rabbit by a stump.
Luckily, she encountered them.
As foretold in her childhood, she has been fortunate throughout her life, always having noble people to mentor her.
Those arrogant white pigs indeed need a lesson. She was absolutely delighted to have someone teach them a lesson and hear their cries.
Su Li followed He Li to Chinatown, where He Li’s grandfather ran a shop selling ointments for injuries. The business was decent, but not profitable.
Most of the Chinese here work low-paying, laborious jobs, often bullied by whites or blacks, with injuries on their bodies.
Old Man He’s shop’s ointments were affordable and effective, greatly welcomed by these laborers.
When Su Li and the others arrived, it was late at night, yet the small shop of the He Family was still crowded.
He Li’s expression changed. She quickly squeezed through the crowd and entered, seeing her grandfather calmly seated in a chair, finally relaxing and exhaling slowly.
Despite so many Chinese gathering in Chinatown, daily disputes and various oppressions and insults are indescribably heart-wrenching.
Old Man He also noticed his troublesome granddaughter, frowned, and scolded, "You’re being reckless! Why are you coming back so late? What were you doing?"
He Li had no mind to answer her grandfather; her attention was entirely on the young man on the stretcher.
At this sight, tears began to flow like a flood.
"Xiao Bo brother, how did he end up like this?"
The man on the stretcher was pale, eyes slightly closed, sweat beads all over his forehead. His hands tightly gripped the stretcher’s rods, veins bulging on the back of his hands, clearly in excruciating pain.
And his leg was unnaturally bent, seemingly brutally broken.
The surrounding workers showed silent anger, restraining their emotions as they begged Old Man He, "Mr. He, please help him..."
Old Man He felt sympathy, sighing deeply, "I can only say I’ll do my best; I haven’t mastered bone-setting... It may leave regrets."
Despite Old Man He’s modest words, everyone knew about his skill in bone-setting, so if even he said that, then Xiao Bo...
"Damn those white pigs! I’ll fight them!"
The worker closest to Xiao Bo couldn’t hold back, rushing out to fight.
When stopped by many people, the big man crouched on the ground, crying loudly.
Men don’t cry easily; it’s just not until they’re truly heartbroken.
Amidst these loud curses and indignation, Su Li roughly pieced together the reason.
This young man was truly unlucky.
He had an outstanding appearance, tall stature compared to the typical 167 cm of the Chinese.
Standing at 187 cm, he wasn’t considered short among Europeans.
Their group was working on the railroad, getting dirty every day. Despite the low wages and occasional troubles from local whites, the situation was manageable.
However, in a remote corner where they worked, the household’s young master brought his beloved girl to tour.
That day, Xiao Bo needed to leave early for personal matters, and as he tidied his appearance, the girl spotted him.
The girl was amazed by his heavenly presence and showered Xiao Bo with praise, which made the young master’s face look displeased.
A face dark as the bottom of a pot.
But it’s understandable with the young master’s obese, greasy looks; compared to Xiao Bo, anyone would be amazed.
Yet the young master lacked self-awareness.
Though he didn’t get angry on the spot, the next day, which was tonight, as they hadn’t finished work yet, Xiao Bo, who left early, was caught in a bag and had his leg bone broken.
Though unseen, the voices were clear, belonging to those local workers who worked with them daily.
They didn’t bother hiding it, speaking openly, seemingly wanting Xiao Bo to know it was their doing.
They banked on these lower-class people never daring to retaliate.
Only when the workers finished did they find Xiao Bo fainting in pain by the roadside.
Such a good young man suffered an unexpected disaster.
Usually, they do the toughest jobs for the lowest wages, but the white pigs have now started to escalate their cruelty.
Xiao Bo, young and righteous, was their leader, but his fate triggered dire anger and solidarity...
Old Man He could deeply empathize with their anger, as he had been through the same ordeal in his time.
But what could change?
He could only try to calm them, preventing impulsive and irrational actions.
"Let me take a look." Su Li spoke unexpectedly, making everyone notice these two strangers appearing in the room.
He Li remorsefully patted her head, "Oh, I forgot to introduce them; they’re the intercepters..."
"The kind that knows kung fu."
He Li softened her voice, touching Xiao Bo’s cold hand, comforting, "Xiao Bo brother, once I learn kung fu from them, I’ll avenge you."
"Ah... they don’t really look the part..."
"Is this what’s meant by not judging people by appearance?" Quiet murmurs reached Su Li’s ears.
Her presence slightly diverted their attention.
Present were beneficiaries because the fear caused by Chinese kung fu among those white and black gangsters made their lives slightly better recently.
At least they weren’t subjected to random provocations and insults.