Chapter 78: New Breathing Style [Eighth update, seeking subscriptions, monthly votes]

"So he has been stepping on another Hollow under his feet all along, no wonder he didn't move, I thought he was scared silly..." Rukia Kuchiki lowered her head to observe Yosuke Honkawa's state and found that he hadn't been a Hollow for long after transforming from an ordinary soul.

"With that person's strength, this Hollow should have been eliminated by him long ago; dragging it until now, the two should know each other."

Rukia Kuchiki had a guess in her heart and immediately turned to ask Ichigo Kurosaki:

"Hey! You know this Hollow, right?"

"Hollow?" Ichigo Kurosaki didn't understand what Rukia Kuchiki was talking about, just saw her pointing at Yosuke Honkawa, so he nodded: "You mean Uncle Yosuke? That's right, we know him."

Then Ichigo Kurosaki told the story about Yosuke Honkawa, from his cause of death and wishes, all the way to Chu Yang helping him ask for compensation.

"Can't tell that guy actually has a kind heart." Rukia Kuchiki muttered to herself, glancing at Chu Yang, who looked like a human monster.

"Is this state called a Hollow?" Ichigo Kurosaki asked anxiously: "Why did Uncle Yosuke become like this, and is there any way to make him change back?"

"The best way to deal with it is to let him ascend to heaven; since his last wish has been fulfilled, he shouldn't continue to linger, otherwise he will gradually lose his reason in the future and become a monster."

Rukia Kuchiki briefly explained the meaning of souls and Hollows, considering how to perform Soul Burial on Yosuke Honkawa.

Chu Yang had already severely injured him, and he had no ability to resist how Rukia Kuchiki dealt with him.

But the Soul Burial of a Hollow was much more complicated than that of an ordinary soul and required a lot of preparation work.

For Rukia Kuchiki to complete the Soul Burial of Yosuke Honkawa, she must ensure that the surrounding environment was stable and could not be hindered by the outside world.

She had to deal with the other Hollow that was about to evolve first.

"Damn it, how can I, as a Shinigami, just watch like this? This should have been my duty!"

The close-quarters combat between Chu Yang and the Hollow was exceptionally intense; Rukia's Zanpakuto had no room to strike for a while, so she could only watch them fight.

If it weren't for the fact that there were few people and few buildings nearby, it would probably be another huge disaster.

It was already difficult to see a complete piece of land nearby, and there were gullies and trenches everywhere.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Rukia would never have believed everything she saw.

If someone in Soul Society told her that a human could suppress a Hollow with physical ability alone without a Zanpakuto, she would definitely think that person was a lunatic.

After entangling for a while, Chu Yang jumped high and smashed the Hollow's mask to pieces with one punch.

Rumble!!! That huge Hollow fell down, the broken mask on its face drifting away with the wind, revealing a human face.

"It's up to you!" Chu Yang pinched his neck and jumped off the Hollow's body with a look of exhaustion.

In terms of combat power level alone, Shinigami were undoubtedly much higher than Naruto and Pirate; even if the latter two were exaggerated, most of them were still at the human level.

Of course, the Sage of Six Paths was an exception.

The Bleach world, with its high combat power level, actually made even an ordinary Hollow not easy to deal with, not to mention the Hollow Rukia brought, which had already started to evolve toward Menos Grande.

Without using Wood Release and other means, Chu Yang spent a lot of effort to defeat this Hollow.

Even so, such a result was enough to leave Rukia dumbfounded.

She had been a Shinigami for some years, and this was the first time she had seen such a battle.

At the request of Chu Yang and Ichigo Kurosaki, Rukia performed Soul Burial on Yosuke Honkawa first, although she should have dealt with the other Hollow that was more harmful first.

At the last moment of Soul Burial, Yosuke Honkawa regained his original consciousness, and only after hearing that Tozawa had sent the compensation to his family did he completely let go of his last attachment to the human world.

Before leaving, this honest and duty-bound worker was still sincerely thanking Chu Yang and Ichigo Kurosaki for running around for him.

After sending Yosuke Honkawa away, Rukia began to purify the other Hollow, inserting her Zanpakuto into the hole in its chest.

Chu Yang could see from the sweat on her temples that this was not an easy task, at least much more troublesome than dealing with Yosuke Honkawa.

"You guy are really amazing!"

Ichigo Kurosaki walked to Chu Yang's side silently and sighed: "Actually being able to trade blows with that kind of monster."

"What do you mean trade blows?" Chu Yang said dissatisfied: "Didn't you see how miserably it was beaten by me? I didn't even get my clothes dirty."

Ichigo Kurosaki turned to look at Chu Yang.

He found that the other party's school uniform was really spotless, let alone damaged.

Chu Yang's school uniform was of course fine; he was wrapped in Haki all over his body, and to break his Haki, one had to be at least at the Menos Grande level.

Ichigo Kurosaki scratched his head: "That girl just said she was a Shinigami, are you also a Shinigami?"

Chu Yang rolled his eyes at him and said, "I am the King of Hell!"

Japan's Buddhist culture originated from China, so naturally there was the saying of the King of Hell, but it was not as widely spread as the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Ichigo Kurosaki was stunned after hearing Chu Yang's answer, then immediately reacted that the other party was teasing him, so he scratched his head and laughed awkwardly twice.

"Unfortunately, there is no King of Hell in hell, only soul bodies that have committed major crimes, such as this Hollow!"

As Rukia's voice sounded, a strange and terrifying door slowly appeared in the void.

Ancient incantations were engraved on the door, and there was a pair of ferocious white bones in the middle, the fingertips of which were tightly clutching the door crack, as if trying hard to open the door.

Seeing the gates of hell, both Chu Yang and Ichigo Kurosaki felt a little creepy in their hearts.

"Zanpakuto can purify the sins of Hollows, but the sins they committed during their lifetime will still be settled by hell one by one; the reason why Yosuke Honkawa was not dragged into hell is because he had only become a Hollow for a short time, and he himself had no sins at all."

Rukia Kuchiki explained calmly.

She had seen this scene many times, and there was nothing worth being surprised about.

The gates of hell opened completely, dragging the Hollow slowly inside; it was chaotic inside, and Chu Yang couldn't see the world inside the door.

But.

He could feel something inside peeking at him.

This aroused Chu Yang's vigilance.

A moment later, the gates of hell closed again, gradually becoming transparent and disappearing; the whole process was like a dream bubble, as if it had never appeared.

After sending the Hollow to hell, Rukia Kuchiki had completed her mission; she didn't leave, but walked straight to Chu Yang and asked: "Are you a Fullbringer?"

For an ordinary person to possess such exaggerated abilities, besides being a Fullbringer, Rukia Kuchiki couldn't find a second explanation.

Fullbringers could extract the soul from matter and strengthen it with their own spiritual power; besides being able to use this to enhance mobility, they could also change the shape of their habitual items.

There were many types of Fullbringers, and there was no lack of existence that strengthened themselves, such as Ichigo Kurosaki's friend—Yasutora Sado.

"What does Fullbringer mean?" Ichigo Kurosaki was full of question marks again; too many terms he couldn't understand appeared today.

Rukia Kuchiki sighed and then began to explain.

"So that's what it means!"

After Ichigo Kurosaki understood, he turned to stare at Chu Yang curiously, seemingly wanting to hear a definitive answer from his mouth.

To avoid trouble, facing Rukia Kuchiki's question, Chu Yang didn't speak, but adopted an attitude of default.

Rukia Kuchiki looked at Chu Yang deeply.

She originally wanted to use a memory converter to change the memories of the two tonight, but she was wary of Chu Yang's strength; if she used force, she might not be able to do it smoothly.

And Shinigami couldn't hurt ordinary humans at will; if the Soul Society knew, she would also be severely punished.

Therefore, Rukia Kuchiki secretly did some tricks, leaving special marks on Chu Yang and Ichigo Kurosaki to facilitate finding them in the future, then warned the two, and left directly.

"Hope I won't see this girl again next time..."

Ichigo Kurosaki held his head with both hands and sighed: "Tonight is the most exciting night of my 15-year life."

Chu Yang laughed: "Maybe it will be even more exciting in the future."

Ichigo Kurosaki waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his head: "Don't, I just hope to live a stable life, study, take the college entrance exam, graduate, and work like an ordinary person."

"Then I wish you good luck, I'm going home to sleep." Chu Yang yawned and stepped on the road home facing the moonlight.

"I always feel this guy is speaking sarcastically." Ichigo Kurosaki muttered a few words while touching his chin, then suddenly ran wildly in shock.

"It's over, it's so late and I haven't gone back, Dad and the others must be worried!"

Demon Slayer world.

Kanae and the others were eating ramen in a ramen restaurant; the owner of the restaurant was Obanai Iguro and Mitsuri Kanroji.

"Yang is still practicing, Muzan Kibutsuji is dead, why is he still so obsessed with surpassing the limit of Sun Breathing?"

Originally, Chu Yang promised Kanae and the others that he would come here to eat today, but he broke his promise temporarily, which also led to Shinobu Kocho's dissatisfaction, and she was complaining about Chu Yang here with the people from the Butterfly Mansion.

Makomo and Kanao looked at each other, then buried their heads in eating noodles, not daring to speak ill of Chu Yang together with Shinobu Kocho.

For any member of the Demon Slayer Corps, Chu Yang was a hero who could not be slandered; it was he who ended this war that lasted for a thousand years.

Kanae stroked Shinobu Kocho's hair and said gently: "It is precisely because he is so obsessed that he could defeat Muzan Kibutsuji at this age, allowing us to live like ordinary people."

"I know!" Shinobu Kocho pouted, "All the bitterness that should be eaten has been eaten, all the fatigue that should be suffered has been suffered, why still treat yourself so harshly, can't you stop and enjoy, reward yourself?"

Kanae comforted her sister's emotions and smiled as she stuffed delicious food into her mouth.

In fact, it wasn't just Shinobu Kocho who didn't understand; Kanae also didn't understand Chu Yang's current state of mind.

Muzan Kibutsuji was dead, he was already the most powerful human in the world; what was the point of continuing to become more powerful?

Butterfly Mansion.

Golden flames surrounded Chu Yang, and he completed another round of breathing, but the improvement effect was not obvious.

Chu Yang clearly felt that Sun Breathing had entered a bottleneck.

"How to achieve a breakthrough?"

The mark, the transparent world, he had already mastered; whether it was polishing toward the fine details or strengthening his physique day after day, it seemed difficult for the breathing style to derive new things.

This couldn't help but make Chu Yang feel frustrated, so he planned to go out for a walk and end this closed-door life.

When Kanae and the others returned to the Butterfly Mansion from the ramen restaurant and found that Chu Yang was gone, Kanae, who had always had a good temper, stood at the door and was furious.

"If he comes again next time, close the door for me! This bastard!"

Unfortunately, Chu Yang had already gone far and couldn't hear Kanae's angry roar.

For the first stop of the trip, Chu Yang hadn't decided where to go, and after thinking for a long time, he finally decided to follow his mood and walk around.

Open mountains when meeting mountains, wade through water when meeting water.

The chirping of insects and birds in the mountains and forests, the sound of waves by the rivers, all became the medicine to heal Chu Yang's inner anxiety.

In this process, Chu Yang gradually became relaxed, and the number of times Sun Breathing appeared in his mind became less and less.

In the end, he even lifted the state of Full Concentration Constant Middle that he deliberately maintained every day.

Chu Yang continued his journey just like an ordinary person.

Unknowingly, he walked to a remote small town; everything in the town made him feel familiar.

This was the small town where he met Tanjuro Kamado.

Speaking of which, Chu Yang hadn't seen that father and son who were as warm as the sun for a long time.

I don't know if Tanjuro's body is better.

Chu Yang prepared to go up the mountain to visit Tanjuro, but saw someone picking herbs on the cliff halfway up.

"Such a steep cliff, if one is not careful..."

Just thinking about this, a violent wind suddenly blew around Chu Yang; he looked up and saw a dark piece in the distance.

Typhoon.

The person picking herbs on the cliff also felt that the typhoon was approaching and stopped at a position that was neither high nor low, hesitating.

It was too late to call out to remind him now, so Chu Yang had to rush toward the cliff where the person was.

The herb picker was like catkins, swaying in the strong wind.

Crack~ The rock beside his feet suddenly shattered, and his whole body leaned back, his hand loosened, and he fell straight down.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Just when the herb picker thought he was going to be smashed into meat paste, his body suddenly stopped, as if it had been grabbed by something.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already standing on the ground intact.

Directly in front, stood a sturdy young man, smiling at him.

To thank the other party for saving his life, the herb picker insisted on taking him home for good hospitality.

At this time, the storm was getting stronger, plus it was hard to refuse the kindness.

Chu Yang had to agree and followed the herb picker all the way into the deep mountains.

When they arrived at the destination, Chu Yang saw two houses, one of which he was incomparably familiar with.

Tanjuro's house.

And the house next to Tanjuro's was the herb picker's house.

It turned out that the two were neighbors! When Chu Yang came last time, only Tanjuro's family lived here.

Tanjuro was chopping firewood outside the house; hearing the movement, he guessed that his neighbor had returned home, so he looked up and prepared to say hello.

"Mr. Tokito, you're back, today's harvest..."

Tanjuro's voice stopped abruptly, because he saw a familiar figure, and was immediately moved to tears.

The firewood was burning in the fire, making a popping sound; Chu Yang, Tanjuro, and his several children sat around the fire.

Tanjuro's wife was busy preparing dinner; the visitor was a great benefactor who had saved her husband and son, so she couldn't be negligent.

A few days ago, Tanjuro, whose body was still okay, had just caught a fat wild boar, and hundreds of pounds of pork had been pickled by her, which was just right to take out to eat.

The fragrance of food filled the air, making the children cheer.

Except for Tanjiro, the other children were chasing and playing by the fire.

Tanjiro leaned against his father, staring at Chu Yang with his round eyes, joy in his eyes.

He remembered that since the last time the big brother came to their house, his father's body had become much better.

"Mr. Yang, the world outside seems to be much better; recently, I haven't heard of any demons hurting people." Tanjuro fiddled with the fire and said with a smile: "The children should be able to live very stably in the future."

Chu Yang nodded; Tanjuro knew a little bit of the inside story, so he didn't have too many taboos when talking about these things.

"How is your body?" Chu Yang looked at Tanjuro's still somewhat sallow face and asked.

"Much better." Tanjuro replied immediately; the terminal illness was still eroding his life bit by bit; although there was a large amount of life force given by Chu Yang, those were just treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

Chu Yang glanced at Tanjuro and saw the panic in his eyes, knowing he was lying, so he said: "In a few days, I will ask a friend to come and see you."

"No need, no need, my illness can't be cured." Tanjuro waved his hand hurriedly, not wanting to trouble Chu Yang, and even less wanting Chu Yang to owe a favor because of him.

"I'm just notifying you, not to get your approval." Chu Yang frowned: "If you really feel sorry, just dance the Kagura dance for me again."

Tanjuro nodded and agreed.

Knock knock knock~~~ A knock on the door sounded.

"It must be Mr. Tokito." Tanjuro got up to open the door, and the children followed him immediately, seemingly thinking their father was going out again.

"Mr. Tokito?" Chu Yang felt that this surname was a bit familiar just now.

The door opened, and the cold wind poured into the house, the temperature suddenly dropped a lot; Tanjuro hurriedly welcomed the Tokito family into the house and then closed the door tightly.

The Tokito family came to thank Chu Yang for his life-saving grace before.

"Hello, sir, my name is Ichiro Tokito, these are my two children, Yuichiro Tokito and Muichiro Tokito."

Ichiro Tokito put his hands on the shoulders of the two children and pressed them lightly; the two children understood immediately.

Bowing and thanking together with their father.

Muichiro Tokito? Chu Yang's gaze stayed on the youngest child; he didn't expect that he would meet Muichiro Tokito, who should have become the "Mist Hashira," when he came out for a walk this time.

Unfortunately... now that the Demon Slayer Corps had disbanded, this child's terrifying talent would probably never be known to anyone in his life.

Actually, this is also good; compared to becoming a peerless genius of the Demon Slayer Corps, Muichiro probably wanted to live peacefully with his family more.

Seeing that Chu Yang hadn't reacted for a long time, the Tokito family was a little panicked.

Tanjuro was also a little strange; holding a doubtful attitude, he broke the deadlock and smiled: "Mr. Yang, is the name of Mr. Tokito's family interesting? The father is called Ichiro, and the two children are called Yuichiro and Muichiro respectively."

Chu Yang laughed: "It is indeed quite interesting."

Seeing Chu Yang laugh, Ichiro Tokito breathed a sigh of relief and then said: "Originally my wife also wanted to come and thank you in person, but she is now bedridden..."

"It doesn't matter, patients should rest well." Chu Yang suddenly remembered that Muichiro's mother had a very serious lung disease, and like Tanjuro, she didn't have much time left.

Because there were patients to take care of at home, the Tokito family just exchanged pleasantries for a while and then left.

Originally, they also brought thank-you gifts, all of which were wild game they cherished on weekdays; Chu Yang only accepted a very small part; life in seclusion in the mountains and forests was actually not easy, and Chu Yang didn't want to consume their limited food.

After they left, Chu Yang handed the wild game to Tanjuro's wife Kie to handle; with the wild game sent by the Tokito family, dinner became even richer.

After dinner, Tanjuro began to prepare the costumes and props for the Kagura dance; during this period, Ichiro Tokito came again and brought back the thank-you gifts he had just taken back.

"My wife said that these things must be delivered to Mr. Yang, so..." Ichiro Tokito scratched his head; because of the cold weather, his cheeks were frozen red.

Chu Yang was afraid that he would get sick from running back and forth in the cold weather, so he finally chose to accept the thank-you gifts and said: "I have a friend who will come here in a few days to see Tanjuro. At that time, you can bring your wife over and accept treatment together."

Ichiro Tokito's lips were trembling with excitement; he looked at Chu Yang with a belly full of gratitude, but didn't know how to speak.

At this time, Tanjuro, who was ready, danced the Kagura dance in the courtyard. The torch in his hand flickered, as if the stars in the sky were blinking, matched with the beautiful dance, which was intoxicating.

Even if he watched it again, Chu Yang was easily immersed in it.

Everyone else was the same.

Ichiro Tokito was watching the Kagura dance for the first time, but the dance in front of him gave him a familiar feeling.

Ichiro Tokito didn't tell anyone the fact that he was a swordsman.

Ever since his wife contracted a serious lung disease, he had been running around for medicine for his wife all day long and had never held a sword again.

The Kagura dance evoked his memories as a swordsman.

In the incomplete sword skills passed down from his ancestors, some movements were extremely similar to the Kagura dance in front of him.

He watched while verifying, feeling a sense of sudden enlightenment.

After Tanjuro finished dancing the Kagura dance, everyone was still not satisfied.

After hesitating for a moment, Ichiro Tokito told Chu Yang and Tanjuro about his doubts.

"Actually, your family name is not Tokito, but Tsugikuni." Chu Yang told Ichiro Tokito the story of Yoriichi Tsugikuni and Michikatsu Tsugikuni, and also told the origin of the breathing style.

The whole process only hid the part about demons.

Now that Muzan Kibutsuji was dead, there was no need to cause unnecessary panic.

"The sword skill passed down from your ancestors should be called Moon Breathing, the first breathing style derived from Sun Breathing, which is of extraordinary significance."

The two brothers of the Tsugikuni family were of special significance to each other.

Because the mark on his head was regarded as ominous, Yoriichi Tsugikuni's childhood was not happy, and his father had no love for him at all until he showed powerful talent.

Except for his mother, only his older brother Michikatsu Tsugikuni could bring him a little warmth and sunshine.

Until the moment he died, he carried the flute that Michikatsu Tsugikuni gave him.

Even if Michikatsu Tsugikuni had already become an evil demon at that time, he would still call the other party "Brother."

With such deep affection, Chu Yang believed and was certain that the Moon Breathing tailored by Yoriichi Tsugikuni for Michikatsu Tsugikuni must have special features that other breathing styles could not compare to.

"Mr. Tokito, can you demonstrate your sword skills for me?"

Chu Yang actually had a very deep interest in Moon Breathing.

The battle with Kokushibo was fleeting; Chu Yang crushed him with absolute strength and didn't see the essence of Moon Breathing; after the battle ended, there was also a little regret.

"Of course, Mr. Yang!" Ichiro Tokito was overjoyed and hurriedly went home to get a rusty samurai sword.

Generally speaking, swordsmen would often perform anti-corrosion treatment on their swords even if they didn't use them, to avoid the blade being corroded.

Seeing the state of the samurai sword, Chu Yang understood that Ichiro Tokito had indeed been focused on his wife's illness all these years and had no time to take care of other things.

"The state of the sword is not very good, Mr. Yang, please forgive me."

When Ichiro Tokito took out his beloved samurai sword, his expression was a bit embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted his state and waved it slowly.

At first, the movements were a bit unfamiliar, but as he became more and more focused, those unfamiliarities were polished away bit by bit, becoming smooth and round.

Ichiro Tokito's sword skills and Tanjuro's Kagura dance did have similarities, but the former's murderous aura was more obvious.

Chu Yang kept observing, trying to piece together a complete Moon Breathing in his mind based on his understanding of Sun Breathing.

He faintly felt that this might become the key to his breakthrough.

Chu Yang didn't call stop, so Ichiro Tokito practiced it over and over again; the starting point connected to the end point, as if it had become a complete circle.

Exactly the same as the Kagura dance.

Chu Yang's heart shook! The two breathing styles in his mind kept merging; there was moon in the sun, and the addition of Moon Breathing made Sun Breathing perfect.

Chu Yang took a deep breath, and the brand-new breathing style circulated in his body, bringing him a brand-new experience.

When the white airflow was exhaled from his nose and mouth, it was no longer the appearance of golden flames, but a brilliant light band, like the Milky Way.

"This is the new Sun Breathing..." Chu Yang paused, feeling that this name was not quite appropriate, and immediately shook his head: "No, this is no longer Sun Breathing, but... Source Breathing."

"It can break through the shackles, continuously improve, and let me step into a brand-new life level."

At the same time, other Chu Yangs in other worlds felt the power of Source Breathing.

Ever since Muzan Kibutsuji died, the connection between Demon Slayer Chu Yang and the Soul Palace had become increasingly close, and other Chu Yangs could share his changes in real time.

Marvel world.

New York City, Brooklyn.

As the only hope of the village, Chu Yang came to New York, the big city that most people dreamed of, from a rural town.

He came here to go to school.

At first, Chu Yang thought it would be a very excellent public school; only after he arrived did he know that the school was actually in Brooklyn, the poorest and most chaotic place in New York.

As a gathering place for ethnic minorities headed by black people, Brooklyn had always been prone to regional discrimination; people from here found it difficult to find jobs outside.

This was the most unwelcome district in New York, with a large number of people and a high crime rate.

When others heard that you were from Brooklyn, they would all cover their mouths in unison and make an expression of surprise.

It was as if you were a born criminal.

In such a big environment, the school in Brooklyn was like a display; rather than saying Chu Yang came here to study, it was better to say he came here to waste time.

Even so, the neighbors in the countryside were still very happy to hold a farewell ceremony for Chu Yang.

Entering big city life, even if it was the worst area, was the lifelong dream of someone among them.

The high school Chu Yang attended was not big, at least more shabby than any high school that appeared in the movies.

"Studying here is simply a waste of time!"

Chu Yang stood at the school gate and hesitated for a long time.

Finally, he left without looking back.

Chu Yang, who had less than 100 USD, couldn't find a place to live after leaving Brooklyn.

So he spent 50 USD to open a room in a small hotel nearby.

"The problem now is how to earn some money, it's impossible to go back like this, right?"

Chu Yang suddenly discovered...

He possessed so many clones, but none of his abilities were related to making money.

"Obeying the law and making money, you can only choose one..."

"Damn it, I'm not an American, obey the American law my ass!"

"Go out and do a job tonight!"

Referring to the example of Magic Chu Yang collecting tuition fees from little gangsters on the streets of London, Chu Yang felt that he also needed to ask for some living expenses from those bad guys, and by the way, improve the public security nearby.

After waiting for dark in the hotel, Chu Yang went out wearing a black trench coat.

Although the economy of Brooklyn couldn't compare to other places, the way of playing was not bad at all.

Lights and wine, paper-drunk and gold-obsessed.

Not long after Chu Yang went out, he ran into several drug addicts standing on the street having fun, with sounds of laughter and cursing everywhere.

Walking a few more streets, bars began to increase, and from time to time, many drunks supporting each other would appear, cursing, and then vomiting everywhere.

Chu Yang waved his hand in disgust and sneered: "Tsk tsk, the taste of freedom is everywhere..."

There were male and female drunks; generally, male drunks fell on the street and no one cared, and they would be groped by thieves hiding in the dark.

The treatment of female drunks was different; a bunch of "five-good youths" surrounded them asking about their well-being, and as soon as they couldn't walk, they immediately bent over and carried them away.

If it was a gentleman with money and a car, he would throw her directly into the car and then drive away in the constantly shaking car.

Seeing this, Chu Yang couldn't help but sigh: "There are still many good people in America..."

Just about to cross this decadent street, Chu Yang's ears suddenly rang with scolding, and a group of big and tall black people blocked him.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, haven't seen you before, new here? Do you know the rules here?"

During the conversation, five or six black people surrounded Chu Yang, and two of them with dreadlocks were still poking Chu Yang's lower back with folding knives from behind.

Chu Yang laughed: "What rules, let me hear them."

The leading black man was stunned; Chu Yang's reaction was completely beyond his expectations; under normal circumstances, people of any skin color would start begging for mercy.

This was the first time someone had asked him back seriously.

The black man sneered: "Be honest, hand over the valuables on you."

"I still have 50 USD on me, you can take it if you want." Chu Yang shrugged and raised his hands high, "If you don't believe me, you can search yourself."

The black man suspiciously directed his companions to search him.

After searching several pockets on Chu Yang, they really only found 50 USD scattered.

Many passersby chose to ignore this scene.

Lowering their heads and walking past these people quickly.

The leading black man cursed angrily, "Damn poor ghost, actually only has this little money, not even as much as I earn at work!"

Chu Yang looked at the black man sincerely and asked: "What kind of work? Picking cotton?"

"Fuck!!!"

The black people were furious and rushed up together!

Crack~~~ This was the sound of steel breaking.

Two black people with dreadlocks looked down at the broken folding knives in their hands and fell into deep thought.

Using a knife to stab someone, how could the knife break? When the two looked up, what came into view was Chu Yang's kind smile and two sandbag-sized fists.

Thump! Thump! Two black people flew out and hit the cold cement floor, making a muffled sound, which made people feel pain just listening to it.

Chu Yang punched one kid at a time.

In an instant, only the leading black man was left standing in place with a small spring knife.

The cold wind blew, he shivered, looking so helpless and pitiful.

"Are you planning to use the knife in your hand to help me trim my nails?" Chu Yang said with a smile: "I'll pay you 50 USD, help me trim it clean, how about it?"

The black man decisively threw the knife away and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

"Tsk tsk, newcomer, do you know the rules?"

Chu Yang repeated his words just now; the black man reacted quickly and immediately took out all the valuables in his pocket and put them on the ground.

"Get lost!"

The black man was like receiving amnesty, pulling a few little brothers and running away.

Chu Yang picked up the money and counted it; it was about 900 USD.

There were some powdery things on the ground, and Chu Yang stretched his feet and ground them hard a few times.

As soon as he turned around, Chu Yang was blocked by a man; the other party's body was very sturdy, wearing a decent black suit.

"Not bad, young man, have you received training as a professional boxer?"

Originally, Chu Yang thought it was someone looking for trouble again, but he didn't expect the other party's first reaction to be to praise himself?

He didn't look like a bad person.

Chu Yang grinned and said: "Sir, I haven't received any training, it's just that those people are too trash."

"No training?" The man in the suit was very surprised, then reached out to Chu Yang and said: "Hello, my name is Happy Hogan, are you interested in becoming a professional boxer? I can be responsible for training you!"

Happy?

"Iron Man" Tony Stark's bodyguard? Chu Yang thought he looked more and more like it; no wonder this guy looked so fierce.

Before Happy met Tony Stark, he was indeed a boxer; after fading out of the professional arena, he still paid attention to things in the boxing ring.

He still had a dream about the boxing ring in his heart; if he couldn't realize it, he hoped that the boxer he trained could realize it.

"Mr. Happy, thank you for your kindness, I'm not interested in boxing."

Chu Yang rejected Happy's proposal.

Are you kidding? If he stood on the boxing ring, how many people would he beat to death?

"That's a pity." Happy shook his head in disappointment; in his view, Chu Yang was a one-in-a-million good seedling, and it was a pity not to stand on the boxing ring.

Chu Yang reminded him: "You shouldn't be looking for a boxer right now, right? Mr. Stark is still missing, isn't he?"

Happy asked in surprise: "You know who I am?"

"Seen it in the newspaper." Chu Yang gestured, "You often stand next to Mr. Stark..."

"Ah~~~" Happy realized, sighing: "Your observation and memory are really good, very suitable for being a bodyguard."

Saying that, Happy suddenly asked: "Do you have a job? If not, you can come to Stark Industries to be a bodyguard."

Happy felt that he could first find a way to keep Chu Yang by his side, and then talk about convincing him to be a boxer after they got closer.

"I can earn more than 900 USD a day here." Chu Yang raised the money he grabbed from the black man.

"Haha, don't worry, young man, only more, not less!" Happy winked at him triumphantly.

Are you kidding!

Is there any place in the world with better treatment than Stark Industries? "Then I agree!"

"I knew you would agree! But wait a minute, I have something important to do here."

"It doesn't matter, I'm very free, I can accompany you."

"

The two chatted and laughed, disappearing together around the corner of the street.

After chatting for a while, Chu Yang learned that Happy had come to the black market here to scout for information regarding Tony Stark.

The military had been searching for Tony Stark's whereabouts all along.

The two people closest to him, his assistant Pepper and his bodyguard Happy, had yet to receive any definite news.

The two decided to stop relying on military channels and planned to try their luck at the black market.

"Follow my lead later, and whatever you do, don't act recklessly. You have no idea how dangerous the black market is!" Happy urged him repeatedly, then led Chu Yang to the front of a bar.

The bodyguard at the entrance looked at the two of them with an arrogant air and said coldly, "Please show your invitation."

Happy appeared caught off guard, "When I came last time, there was no mention of needing an invitation!"

"The rules have changed, sir," the bodyguard said impatiently. "Either show your invitation or leave this place!"

"You impolite fellow!"

Happy stepped forward in a rage, intending to argue with him, only to have a pitch-black object pressed against his forehead.

Staring at the Desert Eagle poked against his brow, Happy swallowed hard, "Alright, I was just joking, don't be nervous. If this thing goes off, we'll have a big problem!"

The bodyguard stared at him with a mocking expression, showing no intention of lowering the gun.

The situation reached a stalemate.

"Hey, is it absolutely necessary to go in?"

Chu Yang's carefree voice rang out from behind. Fearing a misunderstanding, Happy hurriedly explained, "Gustav is the guy with the best-informed underground network in New York. Only here is it possible to find out news about Tony."

"Understood." Chu Yang nodded and slowly walked up to the bodyguard, who immediately aimed the gun at him.

Suddenly.

Chu Yang's hand swept past him like a phantom. The bodyguard instinctively pulled the trigger, only to discover that the Desert Eagle in his hand had turned into a pile of parts.

"Whoa!!!" Happy let out a shocked howl, feeling as if he were watching a movie.

Realizing he had been toyed with, the bodyguard raised his hand and threw a punch at Chu Yang's face.

Chu Yang caught his fist with a backhand grip.

He pressed his fingers forcefully into the joints between the bodyguard's knuckles.

*Thump! * The bodyguard obediently knelt before Chu Yang, his face full of agony, as if his fist were about to be crushed by Chu Yang at any moment.

Chu Yang kicked him hard in the chest, and the flying bodyguard crashed through the bar doors, sliding all the way to the center of the dance floor.

The frantically gyrating figures suddenly froze, and even the noisy music stopped along with them.

*Clatter, clatter! * The sound of uniform running footsteps replaced the music, and countless figures in suits swarmed out from inside the bar.

Happy wanted to run, but was grabbed by the tie by Chu Yang.

"It's time to show off some real skills, Happy!"

"Huh?"

(End of chapter)