People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

on the street.

Several young men on bicycles surrounded the sports car.

The leader had short hair, wore a brown short-sleeved shirt, and had an arrogant look in his eyes.

He placed one foot on the hood and stomped it twice.

"Bro, that's a really cool car. How about we borrow it for a couple of days?"

Suren pushed open the door, slowly stepped out of the car, and looked at the young people with a cold gaze and a smile on her face:

"Give it a try."

Upon hearing this, the short-haired youth glanced smugly at his companions, concluding that Suren was a coward who was all bark and no bite.

He pushed aside his bicycle and swaggered toward the driver's seat.

As he passed by Su Lun, he deliberately raised his chin at Su Lun and gave him a provocative look.

Suren did not stop him; she even nodded to him, gesturing for him to get in the car.

The young man looked disdainful. How could such a coward drive a car like this?

The moment he braced himself against the car door with one hand, preparing to jump into the driver's seat.

Suren grabbed the back of his head and slammed it hard against the top of the car window.

"Bang!"

The short-haired youth's forehead was instantly split open, and blood flowed down his nose.

"FUCK!"

He covered his head and cursed angrily, then quickly pulled a switchblade from his pocket with his other hand and stabbed at Suren viciously.

With a blank expression, Suren reached out and grabbed his wrists, then twisted them forcefully.

"Click".

A cracking sound rang out, and the switchblade in the short-haired youth's hand fell to the ground.

He caught the switchblade in mid-air with his other hand, and then plunged it downwards, directly into the young man's thigh.

"ah!!!"

The short-haired youth let out a pitiful scream, his only remaining hand frozen in mid-air.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to cover his bleeding head or pull the knife out of his thigh.

He trembled slightly and yelled helplessly at his companions, "Damn it! Are you guys just going to stand there like idiots?!"

Seeing this, the remaining young men exchanged glances, then pulled out folding knives and rushed forward.

Suren stood still without moving, then raised her hand and delivered several swift slaps.

The thugs who rushed up were sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing to the ground and howling in pain while covering their faces.

The only slightly chubby girl in the group who didn't rush forward, seeing the situation was bad, turned her bicycle around in fright and rode away.

The short-haired youth slumped to the ground, watching the girl's retreating figure, and cursed, "Bitch!"

Suren looked at him and wiped her blood-stained fingers on the other man's clothes: "Get lost."

The short-haired youth nodded repeatedly and scrambled away from the scene, dragging his injured leg.

Seeing the thugs leave, the Rosss, who had been watching from a distance and were ready to come to their aid, quickly stepped forward.

"Mr. Suren! I can't believe I'm seeing you here!"

Rose introduced her husband, saying, "This is my husband, Christopher."

"Thank you, Mr. Suren... Our family doesn't know how to repay you."

Christopher also thanked him repeatedly, but he felt strange addressing a young man much younger than himself as "sir".

Suren was somewhat surprised, not expecting to encounter them in this desolate wilderness.

What a small world.

He nodded slightly in greeting.

Ross then looked down at his daughter beside him and asked gently, "Sharon, do you remember this uncle in front of you?"

Upon hearing the term "uncle," Suren's eye twitched.

He bent down, reached out and ruffled Sharon's blonde hair, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Ross smiled and explained his purpose: "After everything that's happened, we wanted to take Sharon on a trip to help her relax."

"We just happened to be passing through this town, so we're taking a couple of days to rest."

Suren nodded and said, "Then I hope you have fun."

"However, as a former customer, I suggest you stay in crowded places as much as possible and avoid exploring remote mountains or forests."

"If anything happens, you can call me."

Upon hearing this, Ross's expression immediately became serious.

Having witnessed the horrors of Silent Hill, she blindly trusted Suren's warnings.

Let alone just a suggestion, even if Suren told her to turn around and go home right now, she would do it without hesitation.

Seeing the other person's serious expression, Suren didn't say anything more.

That's all he can do, after all, there are countless psychopaths and killers in this land.

If you're ever targeted by some persistent monster, or get caught up in something, hiding anywhere won't help.

After filling up the sports car with gas, Suren also checked into the hotel where the Ross family was staying.

I had just lain down when there was a knock on the door.

Rose stood outside the door, having specially changed into a proper long dress and carefully applied her makeup.

"Mr. Suren, I left in such a hurry last time that I didn't have a chance to properly thank you. I would like to invite you to dinner today to treat you to a proper meal."

Suren didn't have anything urgent to do at the moment, so she simply agreed. Why not take advantage of someone treating you?

night.

In a family-run restaurant in a small town, four people sat around a table eating and chatting.

Ross enthusiastically shared his next travel itinerary: "After leaving here, we plan to head north to Crystal Lake Campground. I heard the water quality and natural scenery there are perfect for camping."

"Mr. Suren, what do you think?"

As Suren was cutting a pizza, the mention of Crystal Lake immediately conjured up an image in her mind of a masked figure wielding a large cleaver.

"Didn't you do any research before you went? Many people have recently gone missing there."

Ross paused for a moment, then quickly flipped open a travel brochure and pointed to another location: "How about taking it to Texas? There's a scenic highway there."

Suren shook his head: "I wouldn't recommend it."

Ross asked a few more questions, but Suren refused each one.

In Suren's opinion, Ross must be tainted by some evil spirit. The places she chose were all obscure and remote. She really didn't know where she got all this information about the beautiful scenery.

Ross felt a sense of defeat when he saw that his painstakingly crafted travel plan had been refuted by Suren.

She closed the booklet and asked, "Do you have any recommendations for places to visit?"

Suren put down her knife and fork and said calmly, "I suggest you buy a plane ticket and go to the ancient East; it's safer there."

Ross nodded as if he understood, but it was unclear whether he had taken it all in.

Just then, an argument broke out at the next table, drawing their attention.

A couple is arguing with their child over trivial matters.

Ross initially watched the scene with a smile, thinking it was just a normal family squabble.

She and her husband often do this too.

However, the next second, the mother suddenly sprang to her senses and slapped her child hard across the face: "You useless piece of trash! All you do is cause me trouble!"

Rose's smile froze, and she awkwardly looked away.

To ease the tension, she turned to Suren and asked, "Mr. Suren, where are you planning to go next?"

Los Santos.

Suren swallowed his food and answered calmly.

After finishing their meal, the group returned to the hotel together.

As they passed the parking lot, the group suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Suren's red convertible sports car had all four tires punctured.

The windshield was smashed and cracked, and the inside and outside of the car were covered with all kinds of foul-smelling excrement.

Even if this car is washed and repaired, it will always have an unpleasant odor.