Chapter 47: Need to Cuff Him and Take Him Back?

【There was a bit of an issue with the previous chapter, I've fixed it, it's good now, you can go back and re-read】

Waking from the dream of epiphany.

Raising his head to look at the young carver before him, he subconsciously felt that, given the other party's standing posture, he himself had at least ten-plus ways to make the other party fall and suffer serious injury without a trace, without using his hands.

Blinking hard, shaking the thoughts that shouldn't have appeared out of his mind, he accepted the seal the young carver before him handed over with both hands.

The moment he made contact with the seal, the prompt arrived.

【"Los Angeles Zhi Zhong Gongyin" complete, can return to station, set up altar, burn purple incense and pray to heaven and earth, you have attained Seal Mastery, can open Daochang.

Open Daochang, reward Qimen Arts!】

Must admit, this surname-Yang carver, though young, has excellent skill; the cloud seal script he carved even carries a kind of rustic simplicity.

Judging from the talisman's feedback information, this seal is obviously qualified.

"Mr. Chen, are you satisfied with this seal?"

Yang Yuhua asked with a smile.

Chen Yaozu nodded: "The carving knife technique is very good, overall it looks very comfortable.

Worthy of someone who can open a shop in Los Angeles Chinatown!"

"Too kind, as long as Mr. Chen is satisfied!"

Immediately after, Yang Yuhua handed over another small box: "This is the box for storing the seal, includes a portion of cinnabar ink paste."

Chen Yaozu carefully placed the seal in his hand into the seal slot in the box, took out his bank card and paid the bill.

After the transaction was concluded, Yang Yuhua smiled and saw Chen Yaozu to the shop entrance, also giving him a business card:

"Mr. Chen, during your travels in Los Angeles, if you need any help you can try calling me, as long as it's within my ability, I will definitely help!"

Business! It requires this kind of daily management to thrive and attract customers like clouds.

Chen Yaozu accepted the business card, put it away, said thanks, turned around, walked off with both hands in his pockets, when suddenly a sharp scolding rang out.

"Oriental, you finally dare come out? Hiding in the shop for over an hour like a mama's boy, you thought you'd be safe.

But you still couldn't escape your mama's bear spray, hahaha..."

The words had just reached them when Yang Yuhua, standing at the shop entrance, discovered in shock that the woman who had disappeared an hour ago had darted out from somewhere, charging straight at Mr. Chen who had just walked out the shop entrance.

The bear spray bottle in her hand was already raised; as soon as she closed the distance, she would definitely spray it into his eyes.

Yang Yuhua flared with anger instantly, hesitated not at all and wanted to rush over to stop her, but just as he rushed out the entrance, he discovered that the woman charging with the raised bear spray had actually flown out diagonally, "" crashing head-on into the thick streetlight pole beside her.

All changes happened in that split second.

That woman was just like those ministers in Eastern ancient times who rammed pillars in death remonstrance, smashed her head bloody, then slumped down limp.

"Oh my god... Jennifer... what did you do to her!"

A burly middle-aged white man holding a phone shouted as he charged out from the corner, sprinting toward Jennifer who lay limp and unconscious at the base of the streetlight pole, blood gushing.

At this moment Chen Yaozu wore an expression of surprised bewilderment, a blank dumbfounded look, looking at Yang Yuhua who had already walked to his side: "What's going on?"

Yang Yuhua's face was full of speechlessness; you're the party involved and you don't know what's going on, how would I know?

I was just about to rush out when this woman flew out.

But, just as Yang Yuhua was about to say something, his eyes suddenly narrowed, because he saw that this Mr. Chen before him was actually still in the posture of having both hands in his pockets.

Hiss...

He understood, what cosplay?

This fucking is a real expert with actual ability, he already knew there was such a person waiting to ambush him, so he was prepared long ago.

He stuffed the small seal box I gave him into his trouser pocket, stuffed the business card into his trouser pocket too, then made an action modern people basically rarely do, put both hands into his pockets and walked. Yes! Still both hands in pockets.

This doesn't conform to common sense.

Clearly he was waiting for the other to ambush him, then counterattack without leaving a trace like now? He looked at the monitor at his own shop entrance, and the monitors at the entrances of the neighboring shops, those monitors wouldn't have been calculated into the scheme by this young Mr. Chen too, right?

Chinatown's police cars arrived very quickly.

After all it's a tourist spot, the taxes paid are not small! The police arrived and immediately controlled the scene, and promptly gave the woman emergency treatment, also called an ambulance.

As for the two Eastern people at the scene, they controlled them, are currently questioning, haven't put on handcuffs yet.

Because when the police arrived, the two Eastern people surrounded by onlookers were both quietly waiting for them, didn't run, didn't fear, instead both with calm faces.

A woman lay on the ground, blood everywhere, beside her a white man squatted wailing chaotically.

"They're the ones who hurt Jennifer, Officer!"

"Is that so? You two young gentlemen!"

Hearing this, the three police immediately split into a triangular formation surrounding the two calm Eastern men, right hands ready on their guns at any moment.

Ready to draw at any moment.

"Actually, I don't know what happened either!"

Yang Yuhua shrugged, stretched out a hand pointing at the monitor at his own shop entrance: "I'm the owner of this shop, my shop entrance has a monitor, can see what happened at the time.

This gentleman is a customer who bought things in my shop.

I can guarantee, at the time he also didn't reach out to do anything!"

If skin color were swapped, maybe his hand moving casually would make the police very tense.

But these are Eastern people, relatively speaking the police are still more relaxed.

"Officer, just as this shop boss said, I also don't know what happened.

I just walked out this antique carving shop entrance, this woman rushed over, then flew out diagonally, crashed into the streetlight pole.

I can guarantee at the time I fundamentally didn't push her, I was just scared by the scream into a turn, felt something bump into me, then saw her fly out!

Also.

Just now I noticed, besides this antique carving shop's monitor, other people's shop entrances also have monitors! Also, this man's phone, should have also filmed the scene at the time.

And I also suspect they planned to deliberately attack me, that bottle of bear pepper spray, is her weapon!

And this man hid in the corner with his phone, secretly filming the process of me being attacked.

I guess it's like that!

The ambulance arrived quickly, the bleeding from the woman's head had stopped, but she still hadn't woken up, unknown if she still could wake up.

Several police officers soon went to each shop to retrieve surveillance footage, including the video recorded on the man's phone; from every angle, without exception, they saw that the Eastern person with the temporary ID called Chen Yaozu was truly innocent.

Not long after he walked out of that antique carving shop, he heard screaming and cursing, then turned back to look; in that instant, his twisting shoulder seemed to have bumped into the woman rushing over holding bear spray intending to spray his eyes.

Perhaps the woman rushed too fast, or perhaps the Eastern man turned around too fast in that instant; one rushed too fast and didn't stand firm, the other turned too fast and the force of the shoulder collision was a bit great.

So the woman unexpectedly flew out diagonally, crashing into the streetlight pole.

Moreover, from start to finish, this Eastern man who had knocked someone flying actually had his hands in his pockets, a dumbfounded look on his face.

"So, do we need to cuff him and take him back?"

(Chapter End)