Zongman: Beginning and Snow under the Rain Escape from Raccoon City

Ye Hai voluntarily handed the banknotes to the police for counting. Each banknote was brand new and crisp, gleaming with a uniform ink sheen in the sunlight.

As the police officer flipped through the banknotes, the gold-embossed number "1" was clearly visible on each one.

This thick stack of paper, heavy with weight, weighed heavily on his hands; its value far exceeded what he had earned through several months of hard work!

He couldn't help but examine them carefully again; every single one was genuine, with nothing else besides the pound sterling denomination.

"Oh, right, there are some coins here, why don't you check them?"

Ye Hai pulled out a bunch of shillings and pennies from his pocket, which he had stolen from Jack the Ripper earlier.

"Of course not, sir. According to what I saw in the newspaper the other day, one million pounds should be a banknote."

The young policeman handed the money back to Ye Hai, his tone filled with undisguised amazement and a hint of barely perceptible awe.

He cleared his throat, a professional smile with a hint of knowing wisdom spreading across his face, and said to Ye Hai:

"Sir, this amount of cash you have is quite substantial."

He lowered his voice slightly, offering a seemingly kind reminder, while his gaze swept meaningfully over the dejected Henry beside him.

"Excuse me for speaking up, but perhaps you should consider exchanging your money at the bank for a few larger denomination banknotes?"

“Carrying such a thick wad of cash around in London is likely to attract unnecessary attention, especially from certain people with ulterior motives, which would only cause trouble.”

The subtext of his words was crystal clear—this troublemaking homeless man was a typical person with ulterior motives.

The police had already concluded that the so-called million-pound theft was nothing more than a farce by the person who reported the crime, who saw Ye Hai carrying a large amount of cash and then attempted to extort or steal it.

Who knows, this guy probably just saw a million-pound report in the newspaper and made it all up.

Last Wednesday's newspapers reported that there were only two one-million-pound notes in all of London, and their photos were even printed in the newspapers.

It was specially printed by the bank for large-scale international transactions.

After all, there's no such thing as electronic money transfer these days.

Since checks cannot be used to verify whether there is enough money in the account immediately when crossing borders, printing large denomination banknotes became the only option.

"Thank you for reminding me, officer. I'll consider it."

Ye Hai's voice was calm and even as he calmly accepted the heavy stack of blue banknotes.

"No! That can't be! It must still be in the shop! Search the tailoring table! Search under the fabric! Search the dressing room!"

Henry's last line of defense completely collapsed, and he pounced on the store's furnishings like a madman, trying to search through them.

The police immediately stepped forward and held him firmly on both sides.

"enough!"

The store manager could no longer bear it. He turned to Ye Hai, his face a mixture of extreme shame and suppressed anger, and bowed repeatedly, saying, "Honorable sir! I am so sorry! I am truly so sorry!"

"You've been subjected to such an unpleasant farce in our store, an eyesore that has offended your senses! We'll get rid of this madman immediately!"

"I swear to you, this will absolutely not affect your coming tomorrow to pick up your perfect dress! It will be the most outstanding piece in the store's history!"

For a shop owner who values ​​gentlemanly conduct, subjecting customers to unwarranted body searches in his store is undoubtedly a shameful thing.

Ye Hai merely nodded slightly, his gaze calmly sweeping over Henry, who was being held down by the police and was still struggling in vain, making hoarse gasps in his throat, his face devoid of any extra expression.

How miserable.

But there will always be people in this world who live miserable lives. For the sake of my better tomorrow, I can only ask you to make do for a while.

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Ye Hai never hesitates to use despicable means to achieve his goals.

Perhaps in the future, some people will accuse him of being selfish or morally corrupt.

But these comments were never derogatory terms for Ye Hai.

That's just the kind of person he is.

Selfishness is nothing more than a means of survival.

"Well, see you tomorrow."

After speaking calmly, he casually straightened his perfectly smooth cuffs, and amidst the police's gaze, tinged with a mixture of awe and the shopkeeper's almost fawning smile, he calmly left the chaotic tailor shop.

Behind him, Henry's desperate and hoarse wails were blocked by the heavy shop door and quickly dissipated into the hustle and bustle of the London streets.

……

"So hungry..."

Aki Tomoya wandered aimlessly through the streets for half a day.

A strange world, strange people.

When Aki Tomoya was the only one left in the alley, he was a little confused.

I don't know what to do.

He also tried to communicate with the so-called supreme deity, but there was absolutely no response.

The only thing that can be brought up is the task list.

There's just one task hanging there all by itself.

[Survival for 30 days]

He also couldn't understand what the 1000 reward points for completing the task were for.

"God, could you give me some money? Otherwise, I'm going to starve to death."

Aki Tomoya once again tried to ask the main god for money.

Still no response.

As dusk fell, the police officers patrolling the roadside seemed to be in a hurry to get off work, and they left the area in a rush.

Doors to houses along the streets near Whitechapel were closing one after another.

But there were more people on the street than during the day, which was unusual.

However, they don't seem to be respectable people.

Aki Tomoya blushed as he stared at a woman in the alleyway who was waving at him with her breasts exposed.

Although she's a bit old and her breasts are sagging.

But Aki Tomoya, who grew up in a peaceful Japanese society, had never seen this in real life.

So exciting!

Aki Tomoya hurriedly moved away; he didn't have a single penny in his pocket, so even if he had the idea, he didn't have the means.

Hmm... Is this something where you get paid after the service is done?

Aki Tomoya's thoughts suddenly began to drift.

Chapter 67 The Tragedy of Aki Tomoya

"No, no, what am I thinking? Anime is definitely the most beautiful!"

Aki Tomoya shook his head, trying to clear the random thoughts from his mind.

hateful.

These women are terrifying! They actually used their bodies to seduce him, a staunch believer in anime and manga!

Just as Aki Tomoya was shaking off the jumbled thoughts in his head, a thick arm suddenly hooked around his neck, and a strong stench of sweat mixed with tobacco hit him, almost making him unable to breathe.

"Hey kid, first time looking for fun in Whitechapel, huh?"

He turned his head stiffly and saw a burly man with a full beard, dark skin, a grin revealing yellow teeth, and a hint of malice in his eyes.

"No...no! I was just passing by! Let me go!"

Aki Tomoya's face turned bright red as he futilely tried to pry the other person's arm open.

The man from "September 23" squinted as he looked Aki Tomoya up and down.

Although covered in dust, the boy's decent-quality jacket, clean shirt, and overly pale face, clearly lacking sun exposure, made him stand out like a firefly in the dark in the filthy Whitechapel district.

"Passing by?"

The burly man sneered, spitting almost onto Aki Tomoya's face: "Stop pretending! I've been watching you wander around this street for ages, your eyes never leaving those women!"

"First time here? Shy? Don't worry, old Bob knows how to take care of newbies!"

He didn't believe Aki Tomoya's explanation at all, convinced that he was just a rich kid who had sneaked out to have fun.

"No! I really didn't..."

Before Aki Tomoya could finish speaking, he was half-dragged and half-pulled by the burly man into the depths of the alley.

The passersby either hurried past with their heads down or cast meaningful glances, none of them willing to meddle.

Aki Tomoya was sweating profusely with anxiety, but as a shut-in, his physical strength was no match for this strong man, and he could only be dragged forward.

At the end of the alley was a dilapidated wooden house with a faded sign hanging on the door. Several heavily made-up women, dressed provocatively, stood at the door, throwing flirtatious glances at the men passing by.

The burly man pushed open the wooden door, shoved Aki Tomoya inside, and shouted, "Mary, come out! We've brought you a fine guest, with delicate skin and tender flesh. Serve her well!"

Another Mary. These days, there are always people named Mary. This name appears in the West as frequently as Zhang Wei from Dongda University.

All over the place.

A woman wearing a low-cut dress walked out. She wasn't young, and there were fine lines around her eyes, but she had a hot figure and a suggestive smile.

She moved closer to Aki Tomoya and reached out to tug at his belt: "Hey, buddy, what's there to be shy about? We're here to have some fun, aren't we?"

Aki Tomoya was so frightened that he took several steps back, clutching his pants tightly with both hands: "No, no! I don't have any money! I really don't have any money!"

His voice was trembling with tears, and his face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

The burly man stood in the doorway, arms crossed, sneering, "No money? Kid, don't try to fool me! Look at your clothes, they're worth at least a few pounds, what are you pretending to be poor for?"

He winked at the woman, "Mary, give him a little something to keep him in line!"

The woman giggled, ignoring Aki Tomoya's struggles, and skillfully unzipped his pants.

Aki Tomoya's mind was in chaos. He wanted to push her away, but his body reacted uncontrollably. The shame on his face and his body's instinctive reaction made him wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Even though it's small, it still managed to stand up, didn't it?"

The woman teased Aki Tomoya with a playful laugh.

He gritted his teeth, trying to resist with his last shred of reason: "I... I really don't have any money... Please don't do this..."

But his protests were utterly unconvincing in the face of the woman's practiced movements.

Aki Tomoya's willpower crumbled under the strain of his physical reactions, and he eventually succumbed to his urges. His mind went blank, and only his body's instincts took over.

A minute later, Aki Tomoya collapsed to the ground, his clothes disheveled, his eyes vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

Mary climbed off Aki Tomoya somewhat displeased: "This is so boring. It's one thing for him to be small, but how come he's so fast?"

"You only have one advantage left: fair skin, but you're not a woman."

The burly man walked over, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, kid, are you satisfied now? Pay up!"

Aki Tomoya raised his head, his voice weak: "I...I really have no money..."

The burly man frowned, squatted down, grabbed the man's collar, and roughly searched his pockets. Sure enough, there was nothing there except a few rags and a crumpled piece of paper.

His face darkened, and he cursed, "Damn it, what a penniless bastard! He's wasting my time!"

He stood up, looked Aki Tomoya up and down, then suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "But... looking at your delicate skin, you could make a good living selling your ass!"

Aki Tomoya's mind went blank, and he was completely stunned.

He stared wide-eyed, trying to find any trace of joking on the burly man's maliciously smiling face, but those murky eyes held only greed and cruelty.

Aki Tomoya's heart sank to the bottom, and he managed to squeeze out a trembling sentence: "W-what did you say?"

"Can't understand?"

The burly man spat, grabbed Aki Tomoya by the collar, and dragged him up from the ground like a chick: "I'm telling you, since you can't pay, then pay with your body! Whitechapel has no shortage of customers who like your delicate skin!"

Aki Tomoya was so frightened that his legs went weak. He struggled to run away, but the strong man was incredibly strong and held him down firmly with one hand.