Chapter 905: Chapter 909: Light of Life (Part 8)
"Tch, yellow-skinned monkey, get lost...."
An old white witch behind her, with a vicious face whose skin sagged down to the neck, kept hurling insults at Zhu Fei who had already walked away.
Beside her were men and women who looked on gloatingly, or store employees watching coldly from the sidelines.
Zhu Fei clutched the fast-food box tightly in his hands, indifferently casting those insulting words firmly out of mind, vowing that he would never set foot in this disgusting burger joint again.
Although he thought this way in his heart, he inevitably had a faint sense of grievance and misunderstanding towards his parents.
He didn’t understand why his parents insisted on sending him abroad for further studies when the family was already well-off back home, and domestic educational resources had gradually been gaining importance in recent years. Studying at home would have been fine too.
His parents only saw the glamorous life outside, but the hardships faced by Chinese people abroad, they surely hadn’t considered.
The discrimination in this country is very intense; the locals see themselves as first-class citizens and show no respect to outsiders like them.
Just like what happened earlier, out of nowhere, an old white lady verbally abused him and ordered him to get out of the fast-food restaurant.
When he first set foot on this land and encountered such incidents for the first time, he would still feel angry.
But now, his way of dealing with it was to quietly leave as quickly as possible.
Engaging in verbal or physical confrontation was the most unwise choice; even if it ended up at the police station, they couldn’t bear the biased treatment from the authorities.
Suppressing the faint displeasure in his heart, Zhu Fei quickened his pace, needing to return to his residence promptly as when night falls, the riffraff lurking around street corners would jump out and specifically target Chinese people like him for robbery and extortion.
But today, Zhu Fei’s luck seemed not so good. Although it was only around five in the afternoon and there were quite a few pedestrians on the road, he still blatantly ran into a group of white men dressed like punks.
Zhu Fei’s heart tightened, cold sweat quickly breaking out on his forehead, and he inwardly lamented: it seems today not only will my wallet be taken, but getting beaten up is unavoidable as well.
He halted, considering which direction to run would be easier.
Though a futile struggle, it was better than not resisting at all, right?
But before he could act, the group, seeing him, was also momentarily stunned. One pudgy young man with a hedgehog-like hairstyle was about to move forward when his companion next to him grabbed his arm.
The group muttered among themselves in some gibberish, then stared at him for a while before turning around and quickly departing in a different direction.
As if he was the real demon ready to devour them.
What was going on?
Zhu Fei returned to his residence utterly bewildered.
Soon, his confusion was resolved.
His housemate, full of excitement, grabbed Zhu Fei’s hand and chattered incessantly.
In the midst of the other’s disjointed expressions, Zhu Fei finally grasped what was being said.
"You mean, there’s a kung fu bad guy in our district who specializes in robbing those white and black thugs?"
"What’s with calling them bad guys, they’re actually great people." The roommate promptly corrected Zhu Fei’s slip of the tongue.
"I heard those little thugs are convinced that good guy is Chinese, even though they wore masks, they’re sure they’re Chinese."
"So lately, they’ve been too scared to provoke us, huh."
"George from school even came to ask if we Chinese all know kung fu," the roommate said proudly.
George, after all, was the person with the most prejudice and malice against them at school and was also fond of picking on them.
Zhu Fei pondered and said, "No wonder I thought George had toned down a lot recently."
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And the one referred to by Zhu Fei and his roommate as the good guy who specifically robbed street white and black thugs, was none other than Su Li and Liu Zhang, intent on making money.
At that moment, Su Li was standing on the head of a big, sturdy black man, counting money in her hand with a rustling sound.
The melodious and pleasant sound of colorful banknotes rubbing together reached everyone’s ears, making people especially happy.
"Xiao Liu, go check if they’ve got any cash left they haven’t turned over."
With a rough black facecloth covering her face, Su Li spoke with a buzzing tone.
Once you get used to a robbery job, the first time feels novel, the second time skilled, and by the third and fourth times, it’s become second nature.
Liu Zhang swaggered like a king, expertly flipping over the groaning people on the ground like flipping fried eggs.
From head to the soles of their feet, he found a few banknotes stashed in their underwear pockets and smelly socks.
"Hey, that one, yes... the little guy in the corner, don’t forget to take the silver ring from his pinky...."
Although Su Li’s eyes were only fixed on the money in her hands, in reality, everything was under her control.
This is what is called scraping off every last feather.
If it weren’t for the poor quality of clothes on this group of small thugs, Su Li might have indeed left them only with their underwear.
The thugs, beaten into confusion, were cursing with their foul mouths filled with a hot lump of dog shit.
For this, Su Li gave Liu Zhang a thumbs up - excellent.
She didn’t know where this guy got it from, but she thought he seemed quite promising.
After looting the cash and possessions off the thugs cleanly, Su Li clapped her hands and stood up, saying, "OK, job done."
Upon hearing this, Liu Zhang hurriedly got up as well, striking a kung fu pose at the black and white thugs lying on the ground, and shouted, "Ha... kung fu," then forming one hand as a palm, the other as a fist in a bow salute, saying, "Everyone, acknowledged."
Su Li: "...."
This youngster certainly had a sense of ritual.
The duo of Su Li and Liu Zhang doing this job wasn’t something they planned specifically; it can be said that fate is amusing.
On the day Su Li decided to go look for money with Liu Zhang, they hadn’t yet thought about what to do.
Serving dishes, washing dishes, and wiping plates, these were all popular jobs among Chinese immigrants illegally, not only hard to find but also low-paying and competitive.
Though Su Li considered herself flexible, her skills weren’t such that she had to belittle herself.
Early on, when she had Liu Zhang come along, she already had other ideas that needed careful planning. For now, the priority was to fill their stomachs.
At just the right moment, a pillow was there for a sleepy head.
Another nod goes to the local people’s overwhelming hospitality, knowing they were short on cash, they came forward to deliver it.
Su Li and Liu Zhang, with their yellow-skinned faces, appeared alone on the street, looking like a tasty treat for the rats lurking in the shadows.
Everyone knows, this kind of yellow-skinned people are the easiest to bully.