Train to Another World.

Chapter 45 Going Abroad
In the gym, Li Zhuoguang was sweating profusely as he practiced the Snake Shadow Fist over and over again. Since he discovered that the Snake Shadow Fist could consume crimson magic, Li Zhuoguang practiced it whenever he had time. Because his body had been strengthened by crimson magic, he could still handle the physical effort even if he practiced day and night.

But after two days of practice, he discovered that the crimson magic power consumed by Snake Shadow Fist did not disappear out of thin air, but strengthened the body in another way.

If the crimson magic directly strengthens the body, it will focus on being tall, big, and strong. Then the strengthening through the Snake Shadow Fist will be reflected in the enhancement of explosive power and body flexibility.

Li Zhuoguang trained for two days in a row, and not only did he not gain weight, he actually lost a few pounds. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his arm circumference was a little smaller.

This is a good start. Even though Snake Shadow Fist cannot completely deplete the crimson magic, it greatly reduces the impact of the crimson magic on the body.

Li Zhuoguang took a quick shower, packed his luggage, and left. Uncle Zhang's company was very efficient. He said he could get the visa within two days, and he got it.

When Li Zhuoguang arrived at the airport, he was not in a hurry to go through security check, but took Huang Shiren to the periphery of the airport, and threw the Iron Man Suit and Huang Shiren into the fence. Of course, the Iron Man Suit could not pass the security check, so Huang Shiren used a blindfold to take him on board.

Fortunately, Huang Shiren is not an ordinary weasel, otherwise he really couldn't carry such a heavy backpack. As for the Qimen Flying Armor, it looks like an ordinary half-body armor. If the weight does not exceed the limit, it can be checked in.

Before boarding, Li Zhuoguang contacted Huang Shiren through the blood contract at the window in the waiting area. Huang Shiren slung his backpack over his body and climbed into the corridor through the ventilation window, entering the cabin before Li Zhuoguang.

When Li Zhuoguang boarded the plane, he just followed the flow of people and naturally took the armor from Huang Shiren. As for Huang Shiren, Li Zhuoguang put him into the handbag that had been prepared long ago.

Although Huang Shiren's blindness could not fool the electronic equipment, the cameras on the plane were only installed in the cockpit and cargo hold, and would not directly monitor the cabin. However, the flight crew might carry a duty recorder, so Li Zhuoguang still prepared a bag.

After the plane took off, Li Zhuoguang confirmed that the flight attendants of this airline did not wear duty recorders, so he let Huang Shiren out and stuffed a piece of wild beast jerky into his mouth as a reward.

The flight from Li Zhuoguang's home to Islamabad took about eleven hours, and he had to change planes in the middle. Fortunately, he didn't have to go through security again. He just had to pack Huang Shiren in a bag and take the next flight.

We left home in the morning and arrived at our destination in the evening. Uncle Zhang had already contacted an interpreter and asked him to pick us up at the airport.

When Li Zhuoguang arrived at the airport, he saw a woman in a long robe waiting with a sign with his Chinese name on it.

Li Zhuoguang walked over: "Hello!"

The woman glanced at Li Zhuoguang, then opened her phone to check the photo and said, "Hello, Mr. Li. I'm your translator. My name is Homa."

Li Zhuoguang nodded. Although the girl's pronunciation was a little strange, he could still understand her. The two of them left the airport. Although there were online taxis here, there were very few cars and they had to wait.

Li Zhuoguang didn't want to wait, so he called a tuk-tuk and rushed to the hotel. It was already late today, and although Islamabad was very close to Peshawar, Li Zhuoguang didn't plan to go there overnight.

If he went to Peshawar now, he would have to stay overnight in Peshawar. However, no hotel in Peshawar would accept Chinese people. If Li Zhuoguang wanted to stay overnight in Peshawar, he could only sleep in the police station.

Because Pakistan has always given Chinese people super-national treatment, for the sake of the safety of Chinese people in their own country. There is a rule that if the hotel or inn is too low-grade and is not equipped with armed guards, it is not qualified to receive Chinese people. Peshawar is not rich, and the only place with armed guards is the police station. Li Zhuoguang is not in the mood to spend the night in the police station.

Li Zhuoguang talked with Homa all the way and learned that Homa was not from Pakistan, but her hometown was in the Imperial Cemetery next door. Strictly speaking, she was a refugee here.

Li Zhuoguang suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Homa's skin was much whiter than the locals and her facial features were different. It turned out that she was Persian. Homa had a good education and excellent language talent. In addition to her native Pashto and Persian, she was also proficient in Chinese, English, and Urdu.

Urdu is the main language used in Pakistan, so even if she came to Pakistan alone, she could find a good job with her own ability.

Even though Pakistan has started to repatriate refugees recently, talents like her can still continue to stay here.

As for why she came alone and where her family went, no one with normal intelligence would ask. Most of the topics of Li Zhuoguang's conversation with her were about the local natural scenery, local customs and Li Zhuoguang's next itinerary.

The tuk-tuk stopped at the entrance of Islamabad Serena Hotel. The waiter at the door gave it a puzzled look. Normally, the guests of their hotel would not ride in a tuk-tuk.

When I saw that the person getting off the car was a Chinese, I didn't find it strange anymore.

In recent years, there are many Chinese people doing business and settling down in Pakistan. In the past few years, there were other Asians pretending to be Chinese here.

But this is no longer possible in recent years. According to local people, although everyone looks similar, people from different countries have very different temperaments. Chinese people can be recognized at a glance when walking on the street.

Homa knew that there were special Chinese waiters in this hotel, so he prepared to say goodbye and leave, and would come back to the hotel to pick up Li Zhuoguang the next morning.

Li Zhuoguang waved his hand: "It's so late, there's no point in letting you go back alone. It's not safe. Come on, I'll get you a room." Homa wanted to refuse, but seeing Li Zhuoguang's firm attitude, he followed Li Zhuoguang into the hotel.

After entering the hotel room, Huang Shiren was finally able to get some fresh air. He was curious about everything here. Li Zhuoguang asked the customer service to bring a lot of fruit for Huang Shiren to enjoy. He then went to practice boxing.

The next day, Li Zhuoguang got up early and went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. It was Ramadan, and according to local customs, people were not allowed to eat from 4:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m.

But the hotel serves many international guests, so even in Ramadan, food is provided normally. But Homa can't eat. According to her, she had already eaten at four o'clock this morning.

During the meal, Li Zhuoguang asked Uncle Zhang to help him contact a house. The house was located in a wealthy area with a large number of Chinese people, on the edge of the city.

The residents there voluntarily paid for a group of armed guards to patrol 24 hours a day, so safety is guaranteed. It just so happened that a friend of Uncle Zhang had a house there, and he recently returned to China to develop his career, so he was selling the house on consignment.

Anyway, it hasn’t been sold yet, so it’s okay to lend it to Li Zhuoguang to live in for a while.

(End of this chapter)