The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

As time went by, they began to move into the city center, and more and more buildings appeared around them.

Various tents began to appear on both sides of the road, along with some motionless "zombies" with empty expressions and listless spirits.

A strong smell of urine and stench filled the air, but Wang Yunxiao ignored it.

"Look how free they are! They can sleep on the street whenever they want. This is the taste of freedom. The air in China is full of additives!"

After entering the city.

The smugglers swindled them out of their last penny and then left, leaving the fate of these smugglers to chance.

They'll be talented eventually, they're not worth his concern.

Wang Yunxiao stood on an unfamiliar street, surrounded only by a few Chinese-American people who weren't really friends, feeling somewhat lost.

He suddenly realized that he didn't know many words and didn't even know where to go to collect the government subsidy.

He instinctively reached for his phone, only to discover that it had been stolen by a group of drug dealers during the wiring process.

Wang Yunxiao then realized that all he had on him was a Chinese passport and $36.

The money from the loan had already been swindled away by the shady intermediary.

But he quickly recovered:

"In the US, someone like me would definitely be a genius comparable to Musk! How could I possibly worry about finding a job? Bosses would probably be fighting over me to work for them."

Thinking this, he sneered and took out his Dongda passport from his pocket.

"Now that I'm in America, I can't be half-hearted; I must dedicate myself to the development of America!"

There was a ripping sound.

He tore the passport in half.

"I, Wang Yunxiao, will die in America! Even if I can never go back, my life will have been worthwhile!"

The other Chinese immigrants probably abandoned Wang Yunxiao long ago because they saw that he was mentally unstable, leaving Wang Yunxiao all alone.

In the distance, two white men were drawn to his strange behavior.

"Hey, James, look at that yellow-skinned monkey, it looks like it just came from the training camp."

James glanced over and exchanged a look with his companion:

"Let's go, looks like an Asian, probably can make some money off him."

The two walked over quickly, their faces beaming with warm smiles.

"Hey bro, you look like you need help. Let me and my good glutinous rice help you out."

Wang Yunxiao was impressed when he saw two fair-skinned people walking towards him with friendly expressions and in kind tones.

Look, white Americans are still quite friendly to us Chinese Americans. I don't know who's been smearing them online every day.

As for what they were saying, Wang Yunxiao only understood one word: "help."

Based on their attitude, he deduced that they wanted to help him, and immediately showed gratitude, saying in his half-Chinese, half-English speech:

"I want to go to the city hall, which way do I go?"

"What?"

James and his companion were completely bewildered. What was this guy talking about? I don't understand a word he said.

Seeing that the other person seemed not to have heard him clearly, Wang Yunxiao immediately repeated it, reading each word clearly:

"I want to go to the city government, the city government, you understand?"

James and his companion didn't understand a thing, but they pretended to suddenly realize it.

"Oh, come on!"

James gestured for Wang Yunxiao to follow, then led the way to a more secluded place.

Wang Yunxiao didn't know the way and thought the other party was really going to take him to the municipal government, so he followed along eagerly.

And they didn't forget to offer a few compliments along the way.

"Thank you! thank you!"

"You are very very very good!"

The two white men, barely suppressing their laughter, led him further and further into the secluded area, until they finally reached a corner.

There were no passersby left, and they got tired of pretending and revealed their true nature.

"Don't move! Hand over your money!"

James instantly pulled out a small knife, pinned the still bewildered Wang Yunxiao against the wall, and threatened him fiercely.

Wang Yunxiao couldn't understand what the other person was saying, but even a fool would know that they had encountered a robbery.

Don't be fooled by his constant criticisms of this and that in China; he's actually a complete coward.

Faced with the threat of death, he immediately raised his hands and exclaimed in terror:

"Money! Money's in my pocket!"

He looked down to indicate that the money was in his pocket, and James's accomplice immediately reached in and took out the last $36 that Wang Yunxiao had.

"Fuck!! Kid! Are you kidding me?! What can you do with $36? Not even enough to order one hostess!"

After counting the cash, James was furious. He had wasted so much time, only to receive $36 in return.

He punched Wang Yunxiao in the face, knocking him to the ground.

At that moment, Wang Yunxiao felt dizzy; his short stature made him no match for the burly white man.

Because of the language barrier and not knowing what he had done to offend the other party, he could only use all his knowledge to apologize repeatedly.

"Sorry! Sorry!..."

His apology did not stop the other party; instead, it resulted in an even more severe beating.

After a long while.

The two white men finally finished fighting, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to leave.

Wang Yunxiao was left with a bruised and swollen face, his eyes so black they looked like a panda's.

He couldn't help but burst into tears.

He didn't cry when he lost two million yuan trading cryptocurrency in China.

He didn't cry when he borrowed money from all over the internet but was swindled out of everything by a shady loan broker.

He didn't cry even when he risked his life crossing the Panamanian rainforest and was locked up by eight burly men.

But at this point, he was beaten by two white men for a full half hour before finally letting out a cry of pain.

Wang Yunxiao couldn't understand why the friendly white American man who had just been acting so kindly would suddenly rob him.

Did he accidentally offend the other party's sensitive area?

Wang Yunxiao thought about it more and more and felt that this was possible, after all, white Americans have always been known for their gentle and refined image.

He's not like those irrational people in China; this must be his own fault for the white man to hit him.

"Next time I interact with white people, I must be careful not to upset them again."

With that thought in mind, he got up.

He pulled out the last bit of his savings from his pocket, intending to find a restaurant to fill his stomach first.

As for a job, you can look for one anytime. Opportunities are everywhere in the US, so there's no rush.

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