Chapter 4

Ecuador, capital Quito.

Not far from the airport, Chen Yaozu had just gotten out of a taxi, raised the backpack in his hand to shield his head, blocking the not-too-dense drizzle, then walked toward the hotel beside it — this was his destination for this trip.

Suddenly the hair on his back stood on end; his intuition for danger made him lunge several steps sideways, and then he heard the piercing sound of tires scraping the ground, followed immediately by a sedan brushing past his side and crashing into the very hotel he had been about to enter.

The hotel's main door was smashed to pieces, but that wasn't the point — the point was that Chen Yaozu's sharp gaze could clearly see that the bald big man in that car just now had been driving with his eyes covered by someone's hand.

No wonder he crashed! Wait, that's not right!

When the car brushed past just now, the woman covering the bald driver's eyes glanced his way; her gloomy gaze didn't look like a human's at all.

Being stared at by her gave a bit of the illusion of being targeted by a venomous snake.

【A resentful ghost harboring resentment will not directly harm people.

But it can affect the sensory awareness of the fatigued, the fearful, the weak, and those with karmic ties.

In the East there is a saying for this called Ghost Obscuring Eyes.

The resentful ghost right now is newly dead; Ghost Obscuring Eyes can only be used briefly each day.

Ordinary people's methods to expel and deal with this kind of newly dead resentful ghost are very simple: just need to righteously and confidently berate it, scold it, intimidate it, threaten it, and that can scare it off and expel it.

People fear ghosts three parts, ghosts fear people seven parts.

The bolder and fiercer and more ruthless the person cursing it, the more these newly dead ghosts will fear! An enraged person can see it, and can even hit this kind of new ghost, causing it a certain degree of harm.】

Hiss—

Ghost! Chen Yaozu felt his body trembling slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.

Finally something a bit different! "Pfft, bah…"

The bald big man, nearly knocked unconscious by the airbag, climbed out of the car, wiped his bleeding nose, spat a mouthful of saliva, looked up and discovered an Asian looking at him like a priceless treasure, and couldn't help but curse with a face full of disdain:

"Asian, if you look at me with a faggot's gaze again, I'll crush your balls! Scram!"

Yet unexpectedly his cursing didn't frighten the Asian before him; instead the Asian's eyes shone as he walked toward him.

"Antonio?"

The bald big man froze, looked him up and down twice: "You know me? Oh… you're planning to walk to America? Easterner?"

Easterner?

【Antonio Simmons: Boss of the Owl in the Night Hotel in the night, leader of a small gang (Jungle Thugs) with only sixteen actual members, currently being entangled by a resentful ghost of unknown identity, his yang qi being absorbed and weakened daily by the resentful ghost attached to him, causing him to be more easily affected by Ghost Obscuring Eyes.

Evaluation: Possible accidental death every day.】

Looking at the information on the bald big man before him, Chen Yaozu nodded.

"Yes, that's right!

Just preparing to walk to America on foot."

Then he smiled at the newly dead resentful ghost baring its teeth behind the bald big man, extremely excited inside — this is a ghost!

And ninety-nine percent new, a rare find!

But he didn't immediately tell the clueless bald big man about these; after all he wasn't stupid, this kind of topic always needed an entry angle, so he asked another question: "However, what I'm more curious about is, how did you confirm I'm an Easterner?"

The bald big man wiped his blood-stained hand on his pants, hmphed: "As long as you're an Asian planning to walk to America, you can only be an Easterner.

If they were Japanese or Korean, they rarely take the walking route into America, because those two countries have visa-free entry to America — they can go whenever they want.

Very convenient!

Absolutely no need to take the huge risk of walking to enter America.

And Southeast Asians are generally darker-skinned, and individuals are generally shorter, with slightly prominent cheekbones in facial structure.

You're tall and large-built, skin relatively fair, obviously not the look that a subtropical Southeast Asian climate could produce; since you're not from Japan or Korea, you can only be an Easterner.

Is that hard to guess? Since you know I'm Antonio, you should be clear, I survive in the jungle by wits!"

Besides, in these past two years the Easterners who've come here looking for guides to walk into America number at least several hundred, nearly a thousand — it's really not hard to guess.

Just now I was just momentarily stunned by the airbag; now that I've come to my senses, knowing the person before me is an Easterner, I know business has arrived.

"Guarantee safe delivery to the US-Mexico Border; if you go with a large group, the guide fee is 8000 USD.

If you hire a private guide, 30,000 USD! Payment rules: half before departure, pay the remaining balance upon reaching the US-Mexico Border, and I'll tell you how to operate after crossing the border to obtain legal illegal residency status! Guarantee your money's worth! My suggestion is to go with the large group, because there are already a few South Asians waiting at my hotel!

There are also two Easterners on Telegram who said they'll arrive in two days; once they come we'll depart, I'll personally lead the team!"

Although Antonio felt his head was still a bit dizzy, with business at the door he still introduced his services wholeheartedly.

"Wait then! Go when a full team is assembled, I'm in no rush."

Since he'd reached Ecuador, Chen Yaozu wasn't rushed either.

Especially looking at the resentful ghost on the bald big man's back, he knew the bald guy definitely wouldn't have the capability to bring them safely to the US-Mexico Border anytime soon.

If he forced it, who knows what accidents might happen on the road!

Since that's the case, might as well stay first, study this first ghost.

"Antonio, what happened!

Why did your car crash into the hotel, is it because of this Asian?"

At this moment, the internal staff alarmed by the hotel door being smashed rushed out — four people total, three men and one woman — and surrounded Chen Yaozu standing before the bald big man.

Sharp-eyed Chen Yaozu even saw the last woman to run out was holding a heavy piece of equipment in her hand.

The other three, though not holding equipment in their hands, judging by the bulges at their waists within easy reach, should all be carrying guns, ready to draw and shoot at any moment.

Alright!

Though he knew Ecuador doesn't ban guns, just any random place, everyone packing heat and ready for a shootout at a moment's notice — it's really thrilling.

"No no no, nothing happened!

And it's got nothing to do with him, he's our client, a rich Easterner! Cindy, arrange a guest room for our big client first,

Driving the car into the door was me spacing out just now, not paying attention.

Someone go move the car out."

Upon hearing they were Easterners, the four who had surrounded them instantly relaxed; Easterners' character has always been quite trustworthy worldwide, in all probability.

Therefore, if conflicts or sudden incidents occur in many European countries, even in America, after police arrive to blockade the scene, seeing Easterners they usually let them leave first.

Even at a theft scene, seeing Easterners they usually let them go.

Easterners are world-famous for not causing trouble, not stealing, having noble morals, caring about face, and being timid.

Their reputation in Ecuador is much the same!

In Antonio's guide group, Easterners represent easy marks — stupid people with lots of money, come quick.

The one called Cindy is the woman holding the gun, quite pretty too, with the unique Indo-European mixed blood of South Americans; after so many generations, bloodlines with serious genetic defects from mixing have long been screened out by time.

So this woman possesses the healthy beauty of South American women and the unique wildness of gang women.

She tucked the gun into her waist and held out her hand to Chen Yaozu openly: "Hello, Easterner, Cindy!"

Chen Yaozu also smiled and shook her hand: "Hello Cindy, I'm Chen Yaozu, you can call me Chen, this is my surname."

"Alright, Chen, please follow me!"

They've hosted several hundred Eastern backpackers here before, so the naming order of Easterners isn't hard for them to understand.

"Cindy, don't put Chen on the same floor as those Indian guys, they haven't even spared lizards!

That's somewhat dangerous for Easterners!"

The tallest of the three men who just came out, with a partial Indian appearance, said with a smile.

"Fuck! If those South Asians dare have such thoughts, I think I'll blow that earthworm between their legs!"

Gun-toting Cindy is domineering even facing South Asians, yet much gentler with Chen Yaozu; she swears it's absolutely not because of his handsome eyebrows and handsome face and physique.

But Chen Yaozu refused her guidance, instead turning to look at the bald big man carrying a newly dead resentful ghost on his back.

After deliberating, he fabricated a lie: "Antonio, in the East I'm a Daoist, I do divination, which is fortune-telling as you understand it.

I see your Yintang — that is, your forehead is dark, dark clouds cover the top, have you been having bad luck for several days already?

Especially things like today, inexplicably crashing the car into a wall, this isn't the first time today, right?"

If these people have no concept of fortune-telling, but if you speak of divination, isn't that the same as an Indian wizard?

Especially Antonio, hearing this, froze for a moment, then immediately reacted, eyes widening in surprised delight:

"Yes, yes, oh... dog shit! I've had bad luck for several days, terrible situations like today inexplicably driving into the big door, have already happened four times.

You actually saw it! So you really are a wizard among Easterners?"

(Chapter End)