Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

The law of the jungle is always simple, brutal, and universally applicable! Just like wealthy families from the mainland who fled to Hong Kong and Kowloon, only those who already had deep ties with Hong Kong and Kowloon were able to remain carefree.

Most of the others became easy prey for the collusion between the police and criminals... Not only were their money lost, but many of their wives and daughters were also forced into prostitution!

If things are like this in Hong Kong and Kowloon, it's even more so in America, where the survival of the fittest prevails... An Asian woman living alone in an upscale, wealthy neighborhood is bound to become a hot commodity in the eyes of some people!

"Fack! You filthy, lowlife, get out of our upscale, wealthy neighborhood!"

The Chinese Exclusion Act in the United States was not officially repealed until the end of 1943. However, in just six years, people of Asian descent, especially those of Chinese descent, continued to face discrimination.

"Heh..." He Ping'an fanned the air in front of his eyes, his outstretched left foot lightly touching the ground:

"I bought this house and gave it to my woman. I also gave her several shops on Manhattan Street, so she can get $50 a year without doing anything!"

Is this how you talk to a multi-millionaire? Answer me…”

America is a capitalist nation, and their most direct manifestation of the law of the jungle is distinguishing the strong from the weak based on the amount of wealth. Anderson has the audacity to bully an orphan living in a mansion, but he doesn't dare to discriminate against a tycoon who casually gives away millions of dollars.

Even if this wealthy person is a Chinese-American!

"Slap!" He Ping'an turned around, took out a thick stack of $100 bills from a nearby drawer, and threw it at Anderson's face.

"Now, take this money and get out of my house. Otherwise, this money will be in front of any gang in America, or even any Black person!"

Back in his bedroom, He Ping'an glared resentfully at the spot where Anderson had just stood. The reason was that the beautiful woman before him, though still alluring and seductive, was now fully dressed.

At the dinner table, after listening to Ping'er's story, Liu Rusi asked, puzzled:

"Ping An, why did you give that Anderson so much money? He and his fat wife are the most greedy people. Doing this won't make them behave; they'll only become more greedy. They might even..."

He Ping'an reached out and smoothed the beauty's furrowed brows. He shook his head, feigning distress.

"They say pregnancy makes you stupid for three years, and the ancients were right! Don't forget my old profession. You were one of them back then too..."

"Ugh, don't say that!"

Liu Rusi put down her chopsticks and stretched out her delicate hand to try to stop He Ping'an from mentioning the embarrassing things he had done in the past. He Ping'an, however, chuckled and teased the beauty.

Before long, the atmosphere between the two became increasingly ambiguous. Liu Rusi's gaze grew more and more languid, and He Ping'an's actions became increasingly restless. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Ping'er blushed and quietly retreated to her bedroom.

"Bang!"

Almost the instant the door closed, a woman's low, suppressed voice came from the dining room. The two continued their absurd affair at the dining table, which they hadn't finished in the bedroom.

Because of her pregnancy, He Ping'an couldn't smoke, so he could only play with his treasure even more diligently. This caused Liu Rusi, whose face was still flushed, to look at her lover with eyes that were once again overflowing with seductive charm!

"Slap!" He Ping'an, in his "wise man" mode, turned ruthless and slapped Hy. "You're pregnant now, you can't have sex too frequently!"

"Hmph... heartless man!" Liu Rusi muttered angrily, turning her head to the side.

He Ping'an smiled but didn't speak, though his actions continued. His thoughts, however, were focused on Steve, who had taken his US dollars…

According to He Ping'an's logical analysis, since Anderson used such despicable means to extort money from others, it can only prove one thing... this guy is short of money; he is a poor man.

The cleanest and most effective way to cure poverty is... death.

There are two things Americans can't escape in their lives: death and taxes. Even a poor nobody in America still has to pay taxes. But death doesn't… after all, IRS-CI agents can deal with the poor, but they can't deal with the dead!

He Ping'an didn't know if Americans could meet God or Satan after they died. But he was certain that the dead Anderson would never have needed those colorful dollars.

As a well-known helpful neighbor in the courtyard, He Ping'an decided to send Anderson and his penniless wife to their deaths! Of course, this was for a fee!

"Hey... He Ping'an, I'm talking to you, and you're ignoring me? Tell me, are you thinking about other women?" At some point, Liu Rusi turned her head towards He Ping'an again.

Liu Rusi was pregnant, and He Ping'an didn't want the child to be involved in killing, so he followed Liu Rusi's words and said, "Yes, that's right! How did you know I was comparing them to you?"

Liu Rusi rolled her eyes, her tone unconsciously carrying a hint of anticipation: "And the result?"

"You're the first one to get pregnant with my child, do you even need to ask? And I can assure you, I absolutely won't touch either of them until you give birth to the child!" The scumbag's "first" came in handy again, his words shameless and arrogant.

Shameless people get to enjoy the world first!

"Hmph... Ping An..." Liu Rusi drawled, squirming in He Ping An's arms.

"Slap! Slap!" With two remarkably elastic slaps, He Ping'an successfully subdued Liu Rusi and carried her back to the bedroom to rest. He then disguised himself and went down the hallway to find the penniless Anderson!

On the cigar-colored walnut sofa, He Ping'an leisurely exhaled a smoke ring. The backrest of this American classic sofa was indeed not very friendly to Chinese people...

"Hehehe..."

The Andersons were sprawled on the floor, their limbs in the air, in a rather bizarre position… like an upside-down high table. Because their jaws had been removed, saliva was uncontrollably drooling all over the floor.

After finishing his cigarette, He Ping'an finally managed to take a look around Andrei's house. The walls were covered with Renaissance paintings, obviously fake!

"Anderson, you may not know this, but I'm someone who loves making friends, so when you came to my door earlier, I gave you ten thousand dollars to try and understand this matter. But... my woman disagrees!"

She said, "You're greedy by nature; once you know I have money, you definitely won't let me off the hook." Because of this, she even disregarded her pregnancy and had an affair with me at the dinner table.

Meeting Anderson's fearful gaze, He Ping'an shook his head regretfully.

"There's nothing I can do. I don't have many women to begin with, and right now, Sisi is the only one who's given birth to my child. She's already compromised like this, so what can I do?"

So… I guess the only thing I can do is ask Mr. Anderson and your wife to die. You'll understand, right? Sigh… I was hoping to be friends with you, what a pity!

"Hah..." The Andersons' eyes were bloodshot from the intense pain caused by moving their bodies.

"Now I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them..."

He Ping'an was afraid of trouble, but he wanted to know something, so he could only ask Anderson, his "good neighbor," to help him out!