Chapter 26: Sudden Change

Chen Yaozu was dumbfounded by this scene; after all, he had grown accustomed to living in a peaceful and safe world in his previous life.

Even after coming to this world and inheriting the original body's few months of memories, he knew that the massacre case had a reason behind it—the vendetta for his parents' murder.

It was a bit like when he had just retired from the Fire Department in his previous life and ran into two thieves climbing out of the school wall; he had thought they were students climbing out to go to an internet cafe.

In his cognition back then, this world had no thieves.

Even after coming to South America and walking north all the way, because he was looking for Antonio and the others, he had not encountered the robbery gangs that other travelers must inevitably meet along the way.

Even though Lawyer Henry had warned him not to go out at night and that this world was not safe, he had only kept it in mind and stayed alert.

But he never expected that a home invasion robbery was actually happening right before his eyes.

He first had the Brazilian Female Ghost scout the surrounding streets and alleys to see if, besides those three Black bandits, there was anyone else providing backup.

The Brazilian Female Ghost returned and told him there was no one in the surrounding streets and alleys.

She also told him that among the three Black people inside the house, one had already used a knife to corner one Asian man and one Asian woman, while the other two were rummaging through things looking for stuff.

Chen Yaozu sneaked over quietly and carefully peered through the door crack, just in time to see that under the threat of the Black man's knife, the Asian man and woman dared not resist at all, and were being tied up by the other two Black men who had found rope.

The house was already a mess; this was just the living room, and he estimated the bedrooms were probably about the same.

"Money!"

"You fucking know what we're looking for; hand over the dollars you're hiding!"

It should be that they couldn't find what they wanted by rummaging, so these Black men intended to interrogate them; the one with the knife slapped the Asian man's face with the flat of the blade: "If you don't want to be stabbed to death!"

The Asian man and woman were trembling all over with fear; the woman was sobbing and stuttering as she replied: "We have no money!"

"You fucking think we don't understand?"

"You Easterners love hiding money in your own house the most."

"Hand over the money quickly, or I can't guarantee my treasure won't taste blood!"

As he finished speaking, he nailed a knife into the sofa beside the Asian man, scaring the Asian man into a shudder, and he hurriedly said:

"We really have no money! You've searched already; if we had money, you would have found it by now."

"Our money is all in the bank, on the cards."

"We only have a few hundred dollars on us now; take them all."

"If you want more, I can withdraw it for you tomorrow."

"Come back tomorrow to get it!"

This was obviously a stalling tactic, and even Chen Yaozu outside the door could see it.

But the few Black men inside the house seemed to have grasped something; the one with the knife suddenly stabbed the Asian man's thigh, deep enough to see the bone.

"Ah!..."

The moment the knife was pulled out, blood flowed all over the floor; the Asian man's terrified scream had not even left his mouth before the Black man covered his mouth and choked it back.

"You think we don't know you're illegal immigrants?"

The Black man wiped the blood off his knife on the Asian man's clothes, saying as he wiped:

"Illegal immigrants, all doing black-market work at Chinese restaurants, paid in cash, not bank transfers."

"You haven't paid taxes and have no identity, so you can't get bank cards; in America, you can only hide your money in your own home."

"And almost all Easterners like to hoard money."

"Like dogs in a garden who also like to hide bones, you like to hide money in your own house."

"Tell me, where did you hide the money?"

"Say it, or I'll slit your throats!" As he was speaking, the knife-wielding Black man suddenly looked at the Asian woman and said: "Or, do you like watching my brother sleep with your woman before you're willing to speak?"

As he said this, the Black man with the afro behind him stepped forward, began undoing his belt, and walked toward the Asian woman: "Yes, I've wanted to try the taste of Eastern women for a long time!"

Seeing this, the Asian man panicked: "I'll say, I'll say; our money was taken to the Fuzhou Gang this morning to be exchanged into money on chat software and sent back home."

"The few hundred dollars on us are all the money we have left."

"If you want it, you can come back in a few days."

"Since you've investigated so clearly, you should know that in a few days is our payday."

"It's paid in cash; we work at Chinese restaurants, so it's paid in cash."

"I'll deliver it to you then!"

"Please! Let us go!"

It was clear this Asian man really had no money; even pushed to this extent, he still didn't produce any money.

He should really be completely out of money; this result made angry expressions begin to appear on the three Black men's faces.

The afro Black man who had just pretended to undo his belt now actually took off his belt and pants and walked toward the Asian woman: "You made us fucking waste a whole day waiting for you."

"Since there's no money, let us have some fun!"

The Asian woman looked to be in her thirties, her face was fairly pretty, and she was fair-skinned; in fact, these three Black men had looked at her exposed fair skin several times after entering the house.

They had originally planned to each have a go after getting the money, then decide whether to kill them and leave.

Now that they couldn't get the money, they certainly couldn't just slink away empty-handed.

Since that's the case, let's take some interest first; not just the afro Black man, but the other two also changed from expressions of not having fun to lewd expressions of watching a show.

The knife-wielding Black man said while patting the knife in his hand: "Don't resist, don't make a sound, or else, I think I'd really like to see what it looks like when blood spurts out after someone's throat is slit!"

Actually, the Asian man knew these three Black men were just a few hoodlums, not even proper gangsters.

In Los Angeles, who robs without a gun?

These guys who can't even get a gun can only bully illegal immigrants like them.

Because they are illegal immigrants, they don't even have the courage to use a knife.

Once they use a knife to injure anyone, the next step will be strict investigation and deportation.

They went to great lengths to come to America, spent so much effort and paid such a high price; they certainly weren't willing to be deported before earning much.

So usually these illegal immigrants swallowed their anger and dared not lose their temper, only hoping for a mouthful of rice to eat and a job to do.

But now, this kind of thing was unbearable, yet at this time they were all tied up, and it was too late to resist.

He could only watch with eyes about to burst as the black man with the explosive hairstyle took off his pants, letting that thing hang down as he walked toward his woman.

At this time, besides tears and snot streaming down his face in regret and pleading, he could do nothing else.

"Wife, sorry wife, we shouldn't have come here, this place isn't nearly as good as we originally thought..."

Perhaps afraid he would suddenly shout and disturb the neighbors next door, the other black man stuffed something into his mouth to block/stop him.

Just at this time, the black man with the knife stood up with a dull look and walked toward the black man with the explosive hairstyle, suddenly stabbing over with a knife.

Just like that, the knife stabbed into the heart of the black man with the explosive hairstyle; the black man with the explosive hairstyle turned his head in surprise, then fell down.

"Damn it, what the fuck are you doing!"

Chapter End