Siheyuan: The Villain's Cool Life

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Okay, Shen He looked at the name of the store. It was a Korean store and the owner was a bald man.

Ride away decisively.

4: p.m., downtown.

Shen He, wearing a cool leather jacket, rode a motorcycle slowly to a place with the word "Chinatown" written on the gate.

This is the first time Shen He has come here in two lifetimes.

There's a bunch of idle black guys outside, and it's obvious they're looking for trouble.

There were groups of people talking at the door.

Anyone who comes in or out will be laughed at by them.

There were also some young and beautiful girls, several of whom were holding hands and running in quickly.

What they got in return was a group of black people laughing at them unscrupulously.

Shen He drove into Chinatown.

Many people have seen such a handsome motorcycle, but there is only one like this one that drove in here.

We stopped in front of a restaurant, mainly because we were hungry.

There was only a small amount of food at noon, and Shen He felt that he could only feel full after eating three servings.

Apart from that piece of steak, Shen He felt like he was being fed a rabbit with a stomach full of various salad vegetables.

"Boss, give me four of your best dishes, and a bowl of soup... and a big bowl of rice. Come on, I'm hungry."

"Okay, no problem, it's 28 US dollars." A little girl came over.

Shen He took out the money and gave it to her, ignoring the fact that the girl didn't leave with the money. The two of them stared at each other for three seconds, and then Shen He came to his senses.

This is for a tip.

Shen He took out 5 yuan from his wallet and gave it to her. "I just came from the mainland."

The girl received the tip with a smile on her face and said, "Sir, please wait a moment. The food will be here soon."

Shen He had overestimated this restaurant a bit. He had already said that he was from China and they would not put any messy things there.

It looks like the largest one in the area and the store is the most eye-catching, but the dishes here are a bit disappointing.

But who the hell taught them to put sugar in twice-cooked pork?

Kung Pao Chicken is also very sweet.

Although sugar is added to the tomato and egg dish, it slightly suppresses the sourness and is still a delicious dish.

A small stir-fried beef, not only has no taste, but also has a lot of tendons in the meat.

Could it be the meat we bought that the Americans don’t want?

A fish ball soup is quite tasty.

The four dishes all hit Shen He's bottom line, so he basically didn't touch the others and just ate a bowl of rice with tomatoes and eggs.

Under the gaze of all the shop assistants, Shen He left the store.

This store has already been blacklisted in Shen He's mind.

It was around 5pm and the whole street seemed to be busier.

Sure enough, I came to the right place.

Mainly because there are too many people.

And listening to the various dialects, if there weren't so many foreigners here, Shen He would definitely have come to China.

A group of more than 30 thugs broke the tranquility.

All shops or small vendors selling things collect money from the other end of the street to the back of Shenhe River.

Small stalls charge as little as one or two US dollars, while large shops charge 10 US dollars.

Not long after they passed by, a few dark-skinned people came over from the other side, jumping and crowding around.

We stole things from several snack stalls.

Shen He couldn't stand it any longer and walked up to the hooligans. "If you accept money from people, shouldn't you protect their safety? Otherwise, wouldn't it be good to just feed the dog?"

"Where did you come from, you street thug? What's our business got to do with you?" A thug with only a tuft of hair on his head came in front of Shen He and raised his hand to push him.

Kaka...

"Ahh... my hand, my hand..."

The hairy hand is already useless.

What Shen He is most annoyed about are people who do nothing, secondly, people who point their fingers at him, and thirdly, people who watch a group of black people bully their own people even when there are others around.

"Kid, who are you? We are with Master Hong."

"I'm still a Red Star." Shen He reached out and slapped him.

The thug who was pointing at him and talking to him rolled over on the ground, covering his face and unable to speak.

"Damn, this guy is looking for trouble, kill him."

One person waved his hand, and the rest pulled out sticks, machetes, and daggers from their clothes and waists, and rushed towards Shen He.

Shen He shook his hand, and a gold-breaking hammer appeared in his hand. It was a little over one meter long and had a chestnut-sized hammer on the top.

Each of them fell to the ground holding their stomachs, unable to utter a word.

At this time, people around saw someone fighting, and those who were interested gathered around, while those who were not interested had already left.

A few black bullies also came over.

Shen He swung the gold-breaking hammer at him on the head.

If he were Xihai, several races would have been completely extinct.

He returned and swung the golden hammer at the spines of the thugs on the ground.

"Since you took the money and turned a blind eye while your countrymen were bullied, you deserve to die."

The people lying on the ground all rolled their eyes like dead fish.

My spine is completely broken, and as long as I'm alive, I can only lie in bed.

What’s the difference between these people and those idiots?

"You guys are also men with blood. You watched a group of black pigs bullying you, and you didn't know how to resist. You watched a group of idiots bullying you, and you didn't know how to resist.

What a pathetic life you're living. You don't even know what resistance is. Even pigs scream when they die, but you guys? You don't even make a sound, you just beg for mercy.

Where is this? America.

What is the most?

Grab the most.”

Shen He took out a golden Desert Eagle and fired a shot at the other side.

A strong dark man who ran over there fell down.

Those who ran after him immediately stood there in confusion.

Shen He walked over with a gun in hand.

thump……

All six black guys knelt down.

“This is the black pig you’re afraid of. I’m ashamed of you.

They've bullied you a lot, haven't they? Just muddle along, and will they let you off? This will only make them think you're easy to bully.

You fought for your freedom, and you also fought for your dignity."

bang bang bang...

The few black men kneeling on the ground were all shot one by one.

Shen He blew on the muzzle of the gun and inserted it into the back waist.

"From now on, whether you live or die is up to you."

Shen He got on the motorcycle and roared away quickly.

Shen He walked a long way and rubbed his lower back. Damn, why is it so hot?

Fortunately, when it was inserted into my lower back, I felt the heat and immediately put the gun away.

A group of people were left staring blankly at the black man with his head blown off on the ground, and then looked at the direction where Shen He was leaving.

I don’t know who it was, but someone screamed.

The scene began to become chaotic.

It’s not about doing anything, but running home quickly.

They felt like they had encountered a psychopath today.

And Shen He left the block.

There are even more dark-skinned people here.

The motorcycle turned and stopped at the door.

A large group of dark-skinned people looked over.

If these people don't go home and stay here, there must be no good people among them.

He pulled out an automatic rifle from his motorcycle sack.

Since you want to feel freedom, of course you have to do whatever you want for once.

The corner of Shen He's mouth twisted.