People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Brownsville, in Brooklyn, is one of the neighborhoods in Brooklyn with a poor safety record, long-term poverty, and serious gang problems.

"Is this the building you're planning to buy?"

Li Wei looked at the old red brick building in front of him, its exterior walls mottled and water pipes leaking in the corner, and turned to look at Don Quixote, who was in the driver's seat.

"Yes, that's right," Don Quixote said with great satisfaction, looking at the dilapidated building before him. "This is the starting point for our future success."

Today is Monday afternoon.

After a relaxing and enjoyable weekend, Don Quixote and Susan returned from Delaware.

As soon as Don Quixote returned, he excitedly dragged Livy here, looking left and right, extremely satisfied.

"But with Jose looking like that, it doesn't seem like he'll necessarily succeed, does it?" Levi said casually. "He's not James Bond or Green Arrow, he can't guarantee he'll produce the ledger."

"No rush," Don Quixote started the vehicle. "Let's take our time. José also needs to make some preparations."

As he was leaving, Li Wei suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Michael? He lives here too?

...

Don Quixote's return, and the fact that Li Wei was only 0.1 attribute points away from reaching a physique of 3.0, left Li Wei scratching his head all afternoon.

He didn't even hear what Emma was saying.

"...The Mellon Art Gallery opens next month," she said. "If Mrs. Dolores can get on the Mellon family's good side, maybe we can open another store, and then I might even make it big and become a branch manager—Levy! Are you listening?"

"Of course!" Li Wei said instinctively, "You'll definitely be fine."

"I think so too," Emma sighed. "It's a pity I didn't meet any rich, foolish old men at the banquet the other day, otherwise I really wouldn't want to work hard anymore."

“Rich people aren’t stupid,” Li Wei continued, following Emma’s lead. “How could the rich in established capitalist empires not sign prenuptial agreements? They might even have negative assets.”

"That's so true," Emma said, perking up. "Let me tell you, I have a friend who had a child with a rich older man, hoping to tie him down. But it turned out he was incredibly shrewd; he transferred all his assets and even had a prenuptial agreement. It seemed glamorous on the surface, but in reality, she lost both her sex life and her money. Sigh..."

While unconsciously placating Emma, ​​Li Wei was also looking forward to the arrival of his first 3.0 attribute.

I waited until he got off work and came home, until late at night.

Hearing the noise downstairs, Li Wei, fully dressed, jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.

When he came downstairs, Don Quixote was only half-wearing his armor.

Li Wei dared not make any rash moves, but waited until he was dressed properly before cautiously speaking.

"Don Quixote," he skipped the pleasantries this time, "what are we going to do today?"

"Have you forgotten?" Don Quixote said. "Today we are going to defeat the King of the Dark Elves."

It seems that not much time has passed in Don Quixote's dream this time. Li Wei still remembers that the mission before last was to capture a dark elf.

"Of course I haven't forgotten," he said cheerfully. "Let's go."

"Do not let your guard down, my friend!" Don Quixote said solemnly, "The King of the Dark Elves is far more cunning and dangerous than any Dark Elf!"

With that, he picked up the iron rod in his hand and went out the door, letting out a deep and majestic roar.

Li Wei followed silently behind, feeling the restless power within him, his heart pounding strongly, his blood surging through his veins.

The sea breeze blowing from New York Harbor grew colder day by day, and the nights at Bell Ridge should have been quiet.

As Don Quixote and Livy continued their slow walk along the street, suddenly, a screeching sound of brakes rang out not far away.

The blinding high beams instantly locked onto Li Wei and Don Quixote. A black, older model Chevrolet was parked across the road, and the door was pushed open almost before the vehicle had come to a complete stop. Two figures wearing black hoods jumped out of the back seat and pounced on them.

"He's the one who ambushed Little Cha," one of them said, pointing to Don Quixote's armor, "causing him to get arrested by the police! Let's teach him a lesson!"

You have received the quest: The Dark Elf King's Lair

Li Wei didn't even have time to finish reading the mission description before instantly activating [Stealth] and [Berserk].

Suddenly, the black man holding the gun saw a blur, and Li Wei's figure seemed to flicker in the interplay of light and shadow before disappearing from sight.

However, the next second, he felt his vision spinning, followed by an indescribable pain in his groin. He didn't even have time to scream before he passed out due to his physiological protective mechanism.

The knife-wielding black man next to him only then realized that Li Wei had somehow gotten past him and appeared between him and his companion!

Damn it, when did he get there!

He instinctively roared and swung his machete at Li Wei.

"Go to hell!"

Li Wei turned around and instinctively raised his hand to block—

However, the scene of blood and gore that the knife-wielding black man had envisioned did not occur.

He felt as if he had struck a solid tire or some other tough polymer rubber product with his knife; the force of the recoil was so great that he almost lost his grip on the knife.

Before Li Wei could retaliate, the black man with the knife rolled his eyes and collapsed limply to the ground.

Don Quixote had already caught up with the man, wielding his iron rod, and struck the black man with the knife from behind, knocking him to the ground.

Without any hesitation, Li Wei rushed towards the Chevrolet that was still running.

"Bang!!"

With a simple, powerful punch, Li Wei shattered the reinforced glass.

His arm reached through the car window like an iron clamp, grabbed the gang leader by the collar, and dragged the nearly 180-pound man out of the narrow window like a tattered suitcase.

Before he could even speak, Li Wei delivered a powerful punch, plunging him into a deep coma.

At this moment, Don Quixote charged forward, brandishing his iron rod and yelling wildly.

"Well done!" He paused before Li Wei, staring at the unconscious black man on the ground. "This is the Dark Elf King. With him captured, no one will harass my people anymore."

"The problem we're facing now," Levi said, "is how to deal with them."

"Take them back, of course!" Don Quixote shouted. "Lock them in the dungeons! Or burn them at the stake!"

Calm down! Li Wei's lips twitched. This isn't the era of the slave trade anymore.

At this moment, the lights of the surrounding residential buildings lit up one after another as if in a relay, and the originally deserted street suddenly became lively.

"Hey! What happened?!"

"I've already called the police! I saw someone with a knife!"

The attic window was pushed open, and the beams of several flashlights swayed wildly before finally converging in the middle of the road.

"Fear not! My people!" Don Quixote shouted powerfully to those around him, "The Dark Elves' lair has been wiped out. Justice may be delayed, but the knights will never be absent!"

Li Wei was so embarrassed he was digging his toes into the ground, wishing he could leave with Don Quixote immediately.

At that moment, a middle-aged man wearing a bathrobe and slippers strode over. It was none other than Maurice Stanford, the homeowners' association chairman whom we hadn't seen for a few days.

"Livy! Don Quixote Cervantes," he said, somewhat surprised, "is this... a highway robbery?"

“I don’t think so, Mr. Stanford,” Levy said. “I heard them say they’re here for revenge because some little Cha got arrested. I suspect they’re the same gang of thieves from before.”

After saying that, he gently kicked the unconscious leader of the thieves.

"I see. The 68th Precinct in New York told me that there's been a Chevrolet loitering around our neighborhood lately," Mr. Stanford said after carefully observing the situation. "These vagrants have been causing quite a stir in the community lately, and it's all thanks to you two, uncle and nephew."

As the police arrived late, an ambulance from a nearby public hospital was dispatched to take the three thieves upstairs.

At the police station on Bell Ridge, with the testimony of Mr. Stanford, a highly respected figure in the area, and with solid evidence—all three were roving thieves with prior criminal records, who voluntarily carried weapons, drove at night to seek revenge on Li Wei, who was a minor, and there were multiple witnesses, a clear chain of events, and the suspects had been apprehended—the police officers who arrived immediately handled the case on the spot.

After the police recorded their statements (Don Quixote's ramblings were attributed to being frightened, mainly due to Livy's statement), took photos, confiscated their weapons, and assigned a case number, they sent Don Quixote and Livy home, promising to contact them again if needed.

As for the three black men, one suffered a concussion from being hit on the back of the head with an iron bar, one was kicked in the thigh bone and went into shock, and one suffered a severe concussion from a heavy blow to the face.

However, for them, falling into a coma might be a good thing, because the real danger was yet to come.

According to the American practice of treating patients first and settling accounts later, with the bill directly charged to the patient's name, these three people have to bear a series of costs, including ambulance, emergency room, imaging examinations, pain relief, sutures, anesthesia (which they may not need since they were already unconscious, which is very fortunate for them), surgery, and hospitalization for observation.

According to the nurse who came to pick them up, the bills for each of them would easily exceed $6.

Even if they can afford to pay the bail, they will still face criminal detention by the police after being discharged from the hospital. Because of their previous medical bills, they are unlikely to be able to afford bail and will continue to be exploited by the prison system after entering prison.

So barring any unforeseen circumstances, Livy and Don Quixote should not have to worry about encountering these people again for the next 20 years.

After the two returned home safely, Don Quixote took off his armor and went to his room to sleep soundly.

Meanwhile, Li Wei was in his room on the second floor, looking at his attribute panel.

[A single attribute has been detected to reach 3.0, completing the first stage of the Path of the Brave Knight - Entering the Extraordinary Stage]

[Reward: +0.2 Free Attribute Points]

[With a Constitution level of 3.0, no further points can be added before evolution.]

Li Wei currently possesses the following attributes:

【Strength: 1.9】

【Spirit: 1.5】

[Agility: 1.8]

[Constitution: 3.0 (Evolvable)]

Free attribute points: 0.2

[Skills]: [Eloquent Speech], [Berserk (Used)], [Stealth (Used)], [Knight's Combat (Passive Skill)]

【Knight - Bronze Body (Transcendent)】

Evolvable? Li Wei was slightly taken aback. What was this thing?