Liang Jian: I have a canteen

I didn't go directly to the hotel where Kurosaki and the others were staying.

After getting off the rickshaw, Xu San strolled alone in the French Concession in Shanghai.

Unlike Hengdian, everything here is real.

Faraci seems to be synonymous with romance in that world.

However, now it seems that there is nothing great about it.

Everything was so ordinary. Even a few foreigners passed by, but in Xu San's eyes they were just passersby A and B.

Although he also has blonde hair and blue eyes and wears a neat suit, he looks just like that.

It's very ordinary, and you can tell from the fabric of their clothes that most foreigners don't live that well.

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Xu San watched the people passing by and felt that this place was more prosperous.

Perhaps behind this prosperity lies relative security.

After the Japanese occupied the Magic City, although they were brutal, they still maintained rules in the concession areas. At least they did not openly violate the so-called international rules.

Bullshit rules!

The so-called rules are established by power.

Rickshaw drivers were running on the road, their clothes soaked with sweat. They solicited customers in the local dialect and occasionally spoke a few words of French to greet foreigners.

It seems that the environment can still shape people's abilities.

A team of patrolmen in neat uniforms and big caps, speaking stiff Chinese, drove away street vendors who were illegally occupying the road. After a brief negotiation, they decisively drew out their batons and hit the vendors on the head.

After a few hits with the sticks, the peddler's head was smashed into pieces. He curled up on the ground with his head in his hands, bleeding.

After beating them with a few more sticks, the patrolmen began to pick up the vendors' goods that had been scattered on the ground.

After picking a few items and kicking the vendor a few more times, the patrolmen left slowly.

"Ah~" Xu San sighed softly. Seeing the neat uniforms, neat team, good spirit and appearance of the patrolmen, Xu San thought that this was a good law enforcement team.

But now it seems that they are almost the same as those devils.

They are always invaders, so naturally they have no regard for civilians.

As if sensing Xu San's gaze, the foreign patrolman frowned and walked towards Xu San.

Now Xu San is just dressed casually, wearing a Chinese cotton jacket and cloth shoes.

Very ordinary, just like an ordinary Chinese citizen.

The police officer sneaked up to Xu San, looked him up and down, and said, "ID card."

"What?" Xu San played dumb and pretended not to understand what he was saying.

The chief of the police frowned, and his big face looked a little strange. Then he switched to Japanese and said, "ID?"

"No!" Xu San answered bluntly, his eyelids drooping, looking like he had not woken up yet.

"Remember to bring it next time." The patrol chief said and turned to leave.

Watching the patrolman leaving, Xu San felt bored because the patrolman didn't seem to have any intention of causing trouble.

At this moment, Xu San suddenly thought of the educated thief he met a few days ago. It seemed that his brother was beaten in the French Concession.

Thinking of this, Xu San said, "Mr. Patrolman, please stay."

The police officer turned around, looked at Xu San, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I heard there is a ring here. Where is it?"

"Go forward two intersections, turn left, then turn right at another intersection and you will see it. However, Andre has no opponents recently, so it is very likely that the ring will be withdrawn after today."

"Oh, thank you!" Xu San bowed slightly. (End of this chapter)