He had a red nose, a big belly, cloudy eyes, and a slovenly temperament. Zhang Yuanqing stared at the middle-aged man walking towards him, feeling that his temperament seemed familiar.
——Bacchus Club?
Zhang Yuanqing subconsciously thought of this evil profession abroad.
The two men in black suits and white shirts, dressed as professional elites in the lawful profession, immediately noticed the man with a big belly.
The middle-aged man carrying the briefcase stopped alertly, and the gentle young man took the initiative to step forward, holding his lower back in the process.
This is the warning action taken by the police before they draw their guns.
"Sir, I am a plainclothes policeman at the airport. Please stop moving forward and accept inspection." The gentle and fair-skinned young man said loudly.
He just got off the plane, how could he be carrying a pistol? His face looks tender, but he is very smart and sophisticated in what he does.
Just as the distance between the two parties was getting closer and closer, the young man suddenly stumbled, as if he had been tripped by someone, and fell into the mud, falling right at the feet of the pot-bellied man.
"boom!"
The big-bellied man's leather boots kicked the young man hard on the mandible, knocking him unconscious.
He was indeed an alcoholic. Zhang Yuanqing, who was not far away, nodded slightly to confirm that his judgment was correct.
The middle-aged man carrying a briefcase saw his companion being subdued instantly and his pupils shrank.
He made no attempt to fight the enemy or rescue his companions, and waved his left hand several times in rapid succession.
Woo~
The air flow condensed into two arc-shaped wind blades, which swept up and down towards the pot-bellied man.
Without looking at the results, a middle-aged man with a slightly higher hairline grabbed his briefcase and ran away in the opposite direction.
The light wind held the soles of his feet and pushed against his back, making him fly away like an arrow.
At the same time, he shouted: "There are terrorists here, please notify the police!"
He can subdue his companions in an instant. The enemy is at least at the peak of Extraordinary. The middle-aged man is also level 3, but he is a wind mage. It is difficult to defeat the evil profession alone. Besides, it is inconvenient to fight with confidential items.
In this case, creating confusion and delaying time is the best option.
On the other side, the pot-bellied man raised his right hand and flicked it gently, and the ruby chain on his wrist flashed.
Suddenly, two wind blades moved up and down in "tacit agreement", one hitting the seven or eight-meter-high ceiling, and the other hitting the marble floor tiles, creating shallow slash marks.
The pot-bellied man ignored the confused and surprised gazes of the tourists around him, strode towards the middle-aged man carrying the briefcase, and at the same time let the bracelet on his wrist light up.
The next second, the middle-aged man seemed to have lost his sense of direction. He suddenly ran to the left, hit the wall, then ran to the right and hit the glass wall again.
The man with a big belly took the opportunity to get closer.
Seeing the drunkard approaching, the middle-aged man became frightened. He shouted a warning and asked the people around him to call the police. At the same time, he slammed the briefcase in his hand at the pot-bellied man.
Tsk, cognitive dissonance. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but "tsk" in his heart, and his eyes fell on the wrist of the man with a big belly.
So far, the skills displayed by the pot-bellied man are sensory dissonance and cognitive errors, which are abilities of the extraordinary stage. However, the bracelet on his wrist seems to have an amplifying function, which is completely irresistible to lawful professions of the same level.
Looking at the briefcase that was thrown at him, the pot-bellied man showed a successful smile, took the briefcase, ran a few steps at the same time, flew up and kicked the middle-aged man in the chest.
The middle-aged man was in a daze, showing a slight state of drunkenness.
"boom!"
With the dull sound of flesh colliding, the middle-aged man was kicked out.
The pot-bellied man turned around and left quickly with his briefcase. When he passed by Annie and Zhang Yuanqing, Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his foot.
"Boom!"
The 200-pound fat man fell heavily to the ground, and the briefcase in his hand fell out of his hands and slid several meters away.
The man with a big belly bared his teeth and looked a little confused. He didn't know why he fell.
——Zhang Yuanqing used illusions to cover up his actions.
But he didn't have time to think about this kind of thing. Some tourists around him took out their mobile phones to call the police, and some went to notify the airport police officers.
He must get out of here as soon as possible.
The pot-bellied man stood up quickly and was about to pick up the briefcase, but he saw a hand picking up the briefcase before him.
The owner of that hand is an oriental man with yellow skin and dark eyes, very young, with handsome features and a gentle temperament.
"Yellow-skinned pig, give me your stuff!" The pot-bellied man's eyes widened with a fierce and threatening expression, and he was about to snatch the briefcase from Zhang Yuanqing's hand.
"This is not your thing." Zhang Yuanqing took a step back, his leg muscles bulged, and his right leg suddenly bounced.
Snapped!
A high kick hit the chin of the man with a big belly, causing blood and teeth to spurt out.
The pot-bellied man let out a "woo" and fell on his back, making a loud muffled sound.
Zhang Yuanqing dragged the suitcase with one hand and carried the briefcase with the other. He strode forward and kicked the man in the temple, knocking the pot-bellied man unconscious.
"Annie!" Zhang Yuanqing looked at the chain on the big belly's wrist and motioned for her to collect the spoils.
Anne understood, quickly took off the bracelet and put it in her bag.
At this time, the middle-aged man who had been kicked in the abdomen had recovered. His organs were slightly damaged, but he could still move.
He clutched his stomach, ran over staggeringly, looked at Annie and Zhang Yuanqing warily, and said: "Hello, this is my thing."
As he spoke, he remained vigilant and looked around.
At transportation hubs like Dia Airport, Tianpu and Poseidon Church have arranged teams of Walkers on duty, who will arrive at any time. If the two people in front of him are enemies, all he has to do is delay.
"I know this is something stupid." Zhang Yuanqing threw the briefcase over.
The middle-aged man happily took it and touched the contents through the leather. After confirming that it was correct, he showed a sincere and grateful smile:
"Thank you both very much for your help, right?"
In the latter sentence, he lowered his voice unconsciously.
Zhang Yuanqing smiled and nodded: "I come from the second largest area, and my spiritual realm ID is Tongtian Cult Master."
The Free Federation has a softer and more open-minded attitude towards Wild Walkers, and will not force you to register with Heavenly Punishment. As long as you don't cause trouble, it doesn't matter if you expose yourself.
His spoken language was very poor and his pronunciation was not accurate. He really did not look like a Chinese resident of the Free Federation. The middle-aged man rubbed his belly and said:
"I am the Wind Mage of Heavenly Punishment, with the spiritual ID Kamaitachi. This is the name of a wind-attributed monster in the island country. In fact, the name I originally wanted to take was Boreas, which is the name of the mythical wind god. But unfortunately,
Your Excellency the CEO has taken this name, she is really a domineering woman."
He is about forty years old, has shallow crow's feet and forehead wrinkles, light gray eyes, sunken eye sockets, and a high nose. He is not too handsome, but has a very approachable smile.
Is it really okay to discuss one of the leaders of Heavenly Punishment so casually? Oh, I almost forgot, you can all stick the president's portrait in the toilet. Zhang Yuanqing noticed the other party's action of covering his stomach, reached out and grabbed the mountain god's scepter, and
Covering it up with genjutsu, he lightly patted Kamaitachi on the shoulder.
Kamamita subconsciously looked at his left shoulder, and immediately after, the unbearable cramping pain in his abdomen quickly subsided.
He looked down at his belly in surprise, then looked at Zhang Yuanqing:
"So you are a wood demon."
Zhang Yuanqing put the Mountain God Scepter back into the inventory, neither denying nor admitting it, and said with a smile:
"We still have something to do. This is my assistant Annie. If you need help, you can contact her."
This was one of the reasons why Zhang Yuanqing took action. He was new here and his connections were very important.
Especially official connections.
He was able to dominate the second district. He held Fu Qingyang's thigh in the early stage and held the marshal's thigh in the later stage.
After Annie and Kamitachi finished adding friends, the airport police officers arrived just in time.
Zhang Yuanqing whispered: "Let's go!"
The two quickly merged into the crowded crowd and followed the road signs to the area where the taxi was located.
Half an hour later, Zhang Yuanqing and Annie got into a taxi. The driver was a middle-aged white man with a big belly. When he saw Zhang Yuanqing, who had black eyes and yellow hair, he playfully said in a bad pronunciation: Mudi!
Zhang Yuanqing looked at Annie: "Is it a fortress tip?"
Annie shook her head.
Oh, it was the driver who was adding drama to himself. Zhang Yuanqing didn't say anything.
The taxi left the airport and sped through the bustling urban area.
Both world-class metropolises, there are obvious differences between New York County and Songhai. The architectural style of New York County is mainly based on right angles, lines, and geometry, which is the square box architectural style.
In addition, many old-fashioned buildings also incorporate the style of ancient Roman columns and marble exterior walls, revealing a bit of the vicissitudes of time.
In addition to these, Zhang Yuanqing's biggest feeling is that the streets are not as spacious as those in Songhai, and there is not enough greening in the city.
Looking at the city full of people of all colors and races on the streets, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but ask:
"How is the security? Will Nico point a gun at your head when you go out at night?"
Anne said with some guilt: "As long as you don't go out at night, the security will be good."
Chinatown in New York County is located in the lower town at the southern end of the Isle of Man. It covers a very wide area, with more than 40 streets. The people living here are mainly Chinese, about 150,000.
Among the Chinese, the majority are those from the Soup Province who love to eat Hu Jianren, and the Hu Jianren people who are included in the diet of the Soup Province.
The architectural style of Chinatown is a mixture of Chinese and Western styles. There are buildings with cornices and corners, as well as rectangular residential buildings that are close together.
Some streets are not spacious enough and have average sanitary conditions. The buildings next to each other are haphazardly decorated with archways written in Chinese.
This cramped environment reminded Zhang Yuanqing of the old city of Xiangjiang.
Some streets are adjacent to high-rise buildings. The streets are spacious and lined with Chinese restaurants and snack bars.
The high-end apartment Annie rented was an exquisite small building with a red brick exterior, six floors, square and square, with bright floor-to-ceiling windows and a small balcony on the front.
Turn left when you go out and you will find the bustling snack street. Turn right and pass two traffic lights and you will find the CBD area with many high-rise buildings.
The two dragged their luggage and took the elevator to the fourth floor.
In the elevator, Annie whispered:
"The location here is very good, and the rent price is very reasonable, but the landlord only rents Chinese people, and does not accept whites and black people to rent. Leader, you have to find a way to convince her later, otherwise we will have to get the deposit back and change the place.
"
The elevator door opens. Outside the elevator are three anti-theft doors, one elevator with three households.
Annie turned on her mobile phone to confirm the house number, and then knocked on the door of Room 401.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a knock on the door, the security door opened, and a seven or eight-year-old boy stuck his head out. At the same time, a woman's sharp scolding voice came from the crack in the door:
"I paid for you to go to school, but you learned from a dog? You didn't pass a single subject. The teacher said that you have recently become close to gangsters outside the school, and you have also formed an anti-black and white alliance. Bedou, do you want to study?
, just go to the shop and work for me, or go back to the country."
Amid the woman's sharp scolding, the little boy said sharply: "Who are you looking for?"
He speaks Cantonese.
Annie turned to look at Zhang Yuanqing, her fair face full of question marks.
I don’t understand Cantonese either. Zhang Yuanqing forced a smile and said: "Thunder Monkey, we are here to rent a house and we have already paid the deposit."
The little boy turned his head and shouted behind him: "Mom, your tenant has arrived."
The scolding stopped immediately, followed by a woman's sharp voice: "Bring the guests in."
"Is your mother lecturing you?" Zhang Yuanqing smiled and rubbed the boy's head.
"Training my sister."
The little boy opened the door and rushed back to the living room.
Zhang Yuanqing led Annie into the house and looked around. The living room here is very spacious, about 30 square meters. The decoration style is typical Chinese style. Ink paintings are hung on the walls. There are potted plants in the corner of the living room. A little boy is sitting on the sofa chewing potatoes.
film, watching cartoons.
From the direction of the bedroom, a woman wearing slippers and nightgown came out. Her cheekbones were slightly high and her facial features were actually quite beautiful, but her sallow skin and the restlessness between her eyebrows made her look like she had entered menopause early.
The woman looked at Annie and Zhang Yuanqing, and when she saw Annie, she frowned slightly.
She looked at Zhang Yuanqing and said coldly:
"From the mainland?"
Irritated and unhappy, when I saw Annie, my unhappy mood became more serious. Well, my mood was always in a state of anger. Auntie, you are a bit angry. No, Auntie, you are not a fire master, are you? Zhang Yuanqing sensed the other party's anger.