Chapter 977

The Magic City of this era was the real Magic City, a money-burning pit that eats people—Green Gang thugs were rampant, but it was also the cradle of the working class and the largest and most prosperous industrial and commercial city in China at the time. Every morning, a pile of people who had died of hunger on the road would be cleared away, and Bai Lang looked very much like one of them—and in a better state, at least the kind that could last for more than ten days. "Looks like an outsider, from Shandong, right?" Someone glanced at Bai Lang and said, of course in Magic City dialect, but Bai Lang was too familiar with it.

He was tall and had a full beard, indeed an outsider, but this appearance was also very majestic. Those who looked at him closely immediately shivered and fled quickly. They were probably afraid that a "poor barbarian" like Bai Lang would flare up and rob them directly. The public security of the Magic City in this era only had superficial meaning; in reality, it was good enough to maintain that no one would break into houses to rob and kill. Street theft and robbery were endless.

Bai Lang only felt like a fish in water. He was the ancestor of "foraging for grass"—stealing was really hard to do, but wasn't robbing easy? The Magic City was full of bad guys at this time, and Green Gang thugs were all over the streets. Just find someone and give them a little "benefit," wouldn't there be money in your pocket? This kind of lawless zone was also a place to drive away evil spirits. All the fantasies about foreigners would be completely broken here—there were plenty of foreign pigs and scumbags, and the people of the Magic City today all knew this.

"Just foreign scumbags, and White Russian bitches, some of whom were once nobles." Bai Lang knew he was currently on Hankou Road. A "beggar" like him couldn't stay in this place for too long, or he would be driven away by the Indian police or even caught and put in jail. So he had to be decent, find someone to rob, then go to a bathhouse, change into a suit, and come back. He had only been back in his hometown for a few minutes and didn't want to destroy these familiar buildings for the time being.

Then go south. Anyway, along Hankou Road to the south, between the parallel Fuzhou Road, there were many small roads. This was the famous place for high-end brothels in the Magic City. The most beautiful bitches of this era were probably around there. "There are poor people inside these days, not those lazy 'La San' who want to make quick money." Bai Lang muttered and sighed.

This road was a newspaper hub. More than half of the publishing houses in Shanghai were here and on the adjacent Fuzhou Road. Three or five people could rent a small room and publish various legal and illegal publications. Bai Lang walked here, looking at who he could rob. There were plenty of thugs who worshipped the old man; it just depended on who was wearing gold and silver.

"So it's already the end of '31. Damn, the target is found—go get the little devils!" Bai Lang was overjoyed when he saw the newspaper date. He immediately turned his spearhead and prepared to cross the Waibaidu Bridge to Hongkou to find trouble with the little devils.

The Hongkou Dojo didn't actually exist, but it was true that the Japanese had karate and judo dojos in the Magic City. The center of Japan's various aggressive acts in Shanghai was actually the Marine Corps Headquarters in Hongkou. Bai Lang wanted to go in and kill everyone—at this point in the Magic City, the Japanese Marines stationed here actually had military discipline, which was completely different from their indiscriminate killing in the Northeast. It was probably because the Magic City was an international city, and the little devils were afraid of international influence.

But the pace of aggression was already in full swing. If Bai Lang remembered correctly, the January 28th Incident would happen soon, and the little devils would start a war in the Magic City. "Counting on the League of Nations is the same as counting on the bald head." Bai Lang muttered. On the way, he naturally saw a slick-haired big thug in fancy clothes. He looked left and right and pushed the guy and the three followers or bodyguards following him into the alley next to him.

When Bai Lang came out again, he clearly showed a very self-satisfied expression. A man has confidence when he has money in his pocket. As for those few, no one would care about the life or death of a thug, right? "There is a way in theft; I said I would rob money, not kill." Bai Lang muttered while looking around for a bathhouse.

He carried a bundle of clothes and pants into the bathroom, stored his things in the account, and when he took off his clothes, he told the waiter that he would stay overnight and his clothes should be washed and dried—business in this era was still somewhat honest, and the clothes and pants deposited in the account could always be retrieved. Wash first, then soak in the pool, and after soaking, come up and call a master to scrub hard—"It's really satisfying!" Bai Lang exclaimed.

Although he had cultivated to this level, he was already a body without leaks and couldn't talk about any dirt, but normal skin metabolism still existed, so it was still comfortable to scrub. He wiped his body dry with a towel, lay on a lounge chair sofa, covered himself with a large towel, and fell asleep—staying overnight in this place was more expensive than a large dormitory, and about the same as a general hotel. Those who could afford a hotel usually wouldn't stay overnight in a bathhouse.

The people here were also well-informed. Seeing Bai Lang's good skin and flesh, tall stature, and developed muscles, they knew this was a seed of wealth, so they served him carefully. Bai Lang also threw out silver dollars, asking these service boys to buy him pan-fried buns, double-filet, and other snacks to eat. As for dinner, he also asked a nearby restaurant to send it over, still Huaiyang cuisine. Eat, drink, and sleep well. When he woke up the next day, it was the classic Magic City breakfast four-piece set. After paying the bill, the original tattered robe was no longer needed.

This was actually a treasure, woven from celestial silk, but in this world, it was just an ordinary silk robe. Although it wasn't cheap, it wasn't expensive either—unless someone discovered that this thing couldn't be soaked in water or burned by fire... Bai Lang wasn't acting like a big spender; it was purely because this robe couldn't be repaired in this world. Besides unraveling the silk from the clothes themselves, where could he find the same silk material to repair it?

So change into a three-piece suit, so he could hide in the crowd, but Bai Lang's full beard was ultimately eye-catching—so he had to trim it, turning it into a smooth, full beard similar to GuanYu's, and his hair could also be organized. Anyway, Bai Lang preferred short hair. Plus a hat for cover, Bai Lang had nothing very conspicuous except for his height.

Restrain his aura, otherwise he would be the most handsome guy. After dressing up, Bai Lang went directly to take the No. 14 bus to Hongkou—it was a bit excessive to take a rickshaw for this distance; the bus was better. After the No. 14 bus arrived at the station, he could walk to the headquarters—there were Japanese little devil soldiers on guard on the street, and it was difficult for ordinary vehicles and rickshaws to enter.

(End of chapter)