From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Chapter 78 Sir, please give the order!

Qin Mo knew, of course, that Ye Xiao was a very capable fighter.

With that physique, he's like Sylvester Stallone using the power of nine dragons. Beating up those lowly guys is as easy as eating cornbread; he can take them down with one hand without any effort.

But the problem is, no matter how good Ye Xiao is, he can't possibly fight twenty or thirty people by himself, right?

Does he think he's Bruce Lee?

"How about this?"

After thinking for a moment, Qin Mo looked at Ye Xiao with a serious expression.

He knew that Ye Xiao was also the type to stand up for the underdog, and worried that he might get into trouble because of this, so he offered his advice.

"Old Ye, I know you have some connections here. I'll provide the money, you provide the manpower. Let's find some people, call some classmates, and fight those little devils!"

"I'd rather not go to this school!"

As Qin Mo said this, a ruthless look appeared on his face, making Ayase Haruka, who was standing next to him, tremble slightly.

"No need to invite classmates. You pay, I'll handle the work. You can just watch from the sidelines."

"Sure! How much do you need? Is two hundred per person enough?"

Qin Mo suddenly felt his blood rushing to his head, and a surge of courage welled up in his chest.

The subtle education he received from a young age instilled in him not only no fear, but also a strong urge to try it out.

"There's $5000 in this card. My mom just transferred it to me for living expenses. Use it however you like!"

Although Qin Mo felt a little pained when he took out his card, he still felt a sense of exhilarating pride.

I'm so damn handsome!

Really!

However, just as Qin Mo was feeling smug, he heard Ye Xiao mutter something.

"That's too much, you don't need that much money."

"ha?"

Qin Mo was a little puzzled: "Dude, don't you need to pay for thugs?"

"Could they be here as volunteers?"

You'll find out soon enough.

Ye Xiao drove, taking Qin Mo and Ayase Haruka with him.

First, I went to the market and bought several cases of beer and red wine, and then I bought a lot of roast chicken, beef and mutton.

Seeing this display, Qin Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Old Ye is really smart; no wonder he's doing so well in Seattle.

If we buy these things and distribute them to those black guys, won't we beat those little devils to a pulp tonight?

However, when Ye Xiao drove the car to the Central Asia community, Qin Mo was stunned.

"Old Ye, what are you doing here? Weren't you looking for your black friend?"

"What black guys? They're not really that black."

Qin Mo became anxious upon hearing this and asked in surprise.

"Dude, you're offering drinks to those women? Aren't you afraid they'll attack you?"

Ye Xiao frowned slightly and glared at him.

"What wine? Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. This is just spoiled grape juice."

Grape juice?!

Not to mention Qin Mo, even Ayase Haruka was speechless and stunned.

So this is how red wine can be explained?

"Then, what about the pork?"

"What pork? Isn't that big-eared lamb?"

Good guy.

Qin Mo never expected that it could be explained this way.

But seeing Ye Xiao's confident expression, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and help carry the things into the store.

After that night, the fried chicken shop that Ye Xiao had previously rented has now been successfully integrated into this Central Asian community.

Anyway, Ye Xiao wasn't doing this for money; his main goals were to gather intelligence, cover up Beryl's actions, and restore his sanity.

In addition, Beryl herself came from a poor background and couldn't bear to see those who were pitiful, so she often helped some poor families in the local community, which earned her considerable prestige in the area.

In the mornings, it's usually the elderly who come over to chat and collect some free eggs.

At noon, hungry children would come over to freeload a meal.

In the evenings, a group of down-on-their-luck young people who can't find jobs or are doing odd jobs come here to chat and relieve their worries.

Under Beryl's management, this small shop has become an important social venue in the area.

"Mr. Ye, what brings you here?"

"Is this a new shipment? Why are there so many things?"

"Everyone, come and lend a hand, don't let Mr. Ye get tired."

Upon seeing Ye Xiao enter, a group of young Central Asian men quickly unloaded everything from the back of the pickup truck.

"Sir, why do you still have these things?"

The tall Black student, Clifford, was also in the store.

Upon seeing the wine in the box, he was stunned and couldn't take his eyes off it.

"What, you don't like it?"

"No, I, I mean—"

Clifford hesitated for a moment, licked his lips, subconsciously touched his empty pocket, and asked cautiously.

"This must be expensive, right?"

"It's definitely not cheap."

Ye Xiao casually said, "Open everything up and put everything out."

"What?"

All the Central Asian lads in the shop were stunned, wondering if they had misheard.

"Stop playing dumb. Don't you guys sneak drinks all the time?"

Ye Xiao, with a stern face, waved his hand, looking as heroic as the timely rain from the Water Margin.

"Beryl, go close the door. You guys bring out all your stuff. Tonight, we're going to drink until we drop."

"Very good!"

"Sir! Thank you so much!"

Ye Xiao's words instantly brightened up the previously somewhat dull atmosphere of the shop.

After a few glasses of grape juice, all the stress and fatigue that had accumulated over this period vanished.

Perhaps these people in Central Asia all have a knack for singing and dancing; many of them even sang and danced joyfully.

"Sir! Thank you!"

Clifford walked over with a glass of wine and respectfully offered it to him.

Under Qin Mo's shocked gaze, he drank a full glass of wine in one gulp, his expression unchanged, without the slightest abnormality!

Goodness, these guys weren't afraid to drink, they were just afraid!

"It's nothing, these drinks are all for you."

Ye Xiao sat at the bar and casually waved his hand.

"Sir, did something good happen to you today?"

Clifford asked curiously.

After all, there are so many things today, and they're quite expensive when you add them up.

Ye Xiao's shop wasn't profitable to begin with, and Clifford was worried that Ye Chi might incur debt as a result.

Could it be that this store is going out of business and they're planning to close down and leave?

"To be honest, I did encounter some problems."

Ye Xiao put his arm around Ayase Haruka, took a sip of his wine, and said in a deep voice.

"This shop may also have to close down."

"What?"

Ye Xiao's words spread like wildfire, quickly reaching everyone's ears.

The crowd, who had been celebrating, turned their anxious gazes toward the scene, eager to know what had happened.

"Sir, why?"

A young man from Central Asia mustered up his courage and said.

"Is it because I owe too much money? I'm sorry, I'll pay it back as soon as possible. Could you please stay?"

"The ten dollars you owe me isn't enough to bankrupt me."

Ye Xiao chuckled and shook his head.

"I'm going to do something very dangerous tonight, and I'll likely get arrested by the police and deported by ICE, which will make it impossible for this store to stay open."

"Sorry everyone, but I hope you all had a great time tonight."

Upon hearing this, Clifford was somewhat surprised.

He could hardly imagine what kind of person could have angered his usually gentle and refined husband so much that he would risk being deported to confront him.

"Sir, what exactly happened?"

Clifford couldn't help but ask.

"How should I put it? Let me give you an example. If a group of people kept insulting your beliefs, what would you do?"

"What!?"

"So that's how it is!"

Upon hearing Ye Xiao's words, the atmosphere in the store immediately changed.

The strong smell of alcohol seemed to be ignited, quickly transforming into intense anger and resentment.

These were young people who were originally struggling to survive.

Having suffered from racial discrimination and the oppression of life in America, his heart was already filled with resentment.

But Ye Chi and Beryl were like a ray of sunshine in the damp, cold fog, giving them a brief moment of warmth.

Now that this ray of light is about to disappear, how could they not be excited?

Some of these people have taken Ye Xiao's classes and are preparing to apply to community college.

Some people received help from Ye Xiao, which relieved their immediate crisis.

Some people are afraid to treat their sick children and can only rely on painkillers. It was Ye Xiao who helped them find the right medication.

Although it was just a small matter, Ye Chi's casual help could be considered a lifesaver for them.

Under the influence of alcohol, Clifford and the others even felt like tearing those people apart with their bare hands.

Flocks of docile sheep, under extreme repression, gradually shed their gentle exteriors, revealing a heart as fierce as a coyote.

"Sir, speak up, who do you want to kill?"

"Yes, sir, please give the order!"

Faced with those angry gazes, Ayase Haruka instinctively shrank into Ye Xiao's arms, feeling both frightened and relieved.

She was afraid because she worried that her identity would affect her.

Fortunately, she discovered that she had unintentionally met such an amazing "friend".

Seeing them address Ye Xiao as "sir" repeatedly, Qin Mo was stunned by what he saw.

He originally thought that Ye Xiao only knew the police and gangs in Seattle.

Unexpectedly, there was such a group of die-hard fans!

Is this considered a united front?

Old Ye actually managed to win over even the Central Asian friends?

Night had fallen, and the Central Asian community was no longer as bustling as it had been during the day.

But even in this quiet, figures were moving about, like an undercurrent.

Young people who have just finished get off work or are about to leave the house are often puzzled when they see their friends walking out in groups of three or five with sullen faces and bulging pockets.

"Hey, Burd, what are you guys doing?"

"Let's go beat someone up."

"ha?"

His friend was quite surprised.

How come someone like Burd, who was owed wages but didn't dare to speak up, is acting like he's drunk on gunpowder today and actually dares to hit someone?

Wait a minute, have they been drinking?

The friend was stunned when he smelled the faint scent of alcohol in the air.

"Bold, are you all crazy? You still dare to drink alcohol? Aren't you afraid the imam will teach you a lesson?"

With a stern face, Burd pulled out a bottle of wine wrapped in brown paper from his pocket and said in a low voice.

"The gentleman is being bullied and can no longer stay in Seattle."

"WTF? Count me in!"

Upon hearing this, his friend didn't ask who it was, but took the bottle and took a deep gulp.

"Oh dear, your grape juice has gone bad."

One by one, figures emerged from the Central Asian streets, some driving, some taking public transportation, and some even walking.

The crowd dispersed quickly outside the block, then rapidly gathered near the Japanese restaurant provided by Haruka Ayase.

Seattle at night is like a dazzling pearl in the Pacific Ocean.

The city is vibrant and bustling, brimming with an indescribable prosperity.

However, amidst this extravagant and decadent atmosphere, a surging dark tide is brewing.

Seth happened to see this scene on his way home from get off work.

His experience as a police officer made him subconsciously sense that something was wrong.

He was especially startled when he saw Clifford walking with someone.

This tall, black young man, Clifford, may look a bit intimidating, but he is actually kind-hearted, a very rare good person, and also has an extraordinary thirst for knowledge.

How did someone like that get involved?

"Wait, Clifford, what the hell are you guys doing?"

"Mr. Seth?"

Clifford glanced at Seth, somewhat surprised, then called away his friends and walked over alone.

"We're getting ready to go to work, sir."

"Going to work? Aside from the Mariners, where in Seattle do you need a baseball bat to go to work?!"

Seth shouted, "Nonsense! You just want to fight, right? Don't be foolish, or Ye Xiao will find out and teach you a lesson again!"

Upon hearing this, Clifford, the black guy, awkwardly pursed his lips.

But considering that Officer Seth was one of his own, he still spoke up honestly.

"Actually, Mr. Ye was in trouble and might be deported, so we went to help him resolve his problem."

WTF?

This time it was Seth's turn to be surprised.

""

His eyes widened; he never expected this.

Ye Chi, that troublemaker in Seattle who has connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds and even has some ambiguous relationships with two police chiefs, actually ran into trouble.

Damn it, has he messed with that Seattle Superman?

Seth panicked and quickly said, "Get in the car! Where is he? Take me there quickly!"

A uniquely decorated stand-alone Japanese restaurant in Seattle's Harbor District.

Seattle has abundant fish resources due to its proximity to the confluence of warm and cold currents.

Therefore, this Japanese restaurant is able to provide many high-quality ingredients, allowing many Japanese people to feel a strong sense of home in this foreign land.

After a hearty meal and drinks, the group of over thirty people walked out of the restaurant's courtyard, tipsy.

The cool evening breeze in Seattle carried a delicate floral fragrance.

The abundant ingredients and hometown wines made Professor Saito, who was visiting, very happy, and he drank with great enjoyment.

"Thank you so much for your hospitality, Mr. Ozeki."

"Not at all, Professor Saito is our idol! We hope he can come to Seattle to guide us more often in the future, and it would be best if he could stay at the University of Washington!"

"Haha! That's a great suggestion. I think Seattle is just as good as Tokyo."

"It's just that there were a lot more people from Dongda University and other ethnic groups, so even the air felt a bit dirtier."

"Yes! What you say is absolutely right, but unfortunately this is Deep Blue State, there's really nothing we can do about it."

"However, Professor Saito, I recently discovered a secret treasure in Seattle that can enhance the abilities of our Yamato people!"

"oh?"

Professor Saito was intrigued and couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

However, at that moment, Professor Saito suddenly felt unsteady.

He turned his head and saw that he had bumped into several young men with Central Asian features.

Judging from their clothes, they did not seem to be wealthy; they were probably immigrants who worked as porters or in restaurants in the vicinity.

"Damn it, are you blind?!"

Oogawa Yoshitoshi, reeking of alcohol, felt a surge of anger. "What are you talking about? You were the ones who bumped into us!"

Several Middle Eastern lads argued with dissatisfaction.