The bodyguards surrounding her retreated to her side.
"Why are you here, sir?" Alice asked with a smile.
"I'm looking for someone."
Feng Lin would definitely not tell this irrelevant person about his mission.
"Can't she be a girlfriend?" Alice asked with a smile.
"No, just an ordinary friend."
While Feng Lin was talking, he suddenly felt that there was a master who had penetrated the realm not far away.
Although the other party was wearing sunglasses, judging from his body posture, he was definitely looking towards Feng Lin.
"I can send someone to help you find it. After all, this is my territory and there are no limitations like the Magic City."
Alice said with a smile.
Feng Lin hesitated for a moment, shook his head slightly, "Let's forget it."
"Then I'll give you an address. If you really can't find it, you can call me and I'll send someone to pick you up."
Alice took out a black business card from her body.
"good."
Feng Lin took the business card and turned to leave.
He wasn't sure whether the man in sunglasses was staring at him or Alice.
In any case, he was going to find a place right away and put on the mask.
Beside the road in the distance is a black Rolls-Royce Phantom. Two men in suits opened the door.
Alice sits in the back row.
After a while, the white man in sunglasses that Feng Lin had noticed before also came up and sat next to Alice.
"What is the state of the person just now?" Alice asked with a smile.
"The late stage of the divine orifice."
The man pushed up his glasses slightly.
"Scared me." Alice smiled and held up her cheeks.
"I'm also a little shocked that a young man in his twenties is already in the late stages of spiritual enlightenment."
The man in sunglasses smiled and spread his hands.
"You're overthinking this. I'm not shocked by this. China's true human organization has been wiped out."
Alice looked out the window indifferently, "I got news that people from the Holy See also went to China."
"The Holy See? Is it because of the matter at the True Humanity Headquarters?" the man in sunglasses asked.
"It must be that the new pope is a bit young. Many cardinals in the Holy See are not convinced by her. She needs to do something big to prove herself."
Alice said calmly, "Solving the real human headquarters in Europe is a big deal."
"Then just now..."
"The Chinese man just now is the number one of Death Night, the Death Doctor."
Alice held up her cheeks and chuckled, "Don't worry, he is only in the late stage of Divine Ability. He can use a method to briefly compete with the Dacheng realm."
Initially in China, Alice saw that Feng Lin could fight against Wang Haizhu.
"As expected of a death doctor, he is really amazing." The man in sunglasses said with a smile.
"I originally thought that he was a master sent by China to deal with real humans, but if you said that he only has the late stage of divine acuity, that is definitely not the case."
Alice smiled and shook her head. China would not let a genius like Feng Lin die.
Relying on a strange method, he could only briefly compete with the Dacheng realm.
Among real human beings, there is no shortage of the realm of Dacheng.
…
Feng Lin put on a human skin mask in a deserted corner, then took out a black coat and put it on.
He hid all his aura, and now he looked like an ordinary person.
Ji Guangling and Chi Ling sent him the location of the true human being.
However, Chi Ling was more comprehensive and sent all the two locations of the ruins.
Feng Lin had already checked the route before he came.
Standing at the bus stop not far away.
After a while, a double-decker red bus came from a distance.
Feng Lin got on the bus and found that there were many people here, so he grabbed the handrail.
"Hi! What's your phone number? I'll make an appointment with you sometime."
"Sorry, I don't give my number to strangers."
…
Feng Lin turned around and noticed a thin yellow woman sitting on the seat next to her.
Outside of her, she looks like a mixed-race young man in his twenties.
When the young man found out that he was rejected by the woman, he got angry and said, "I want your mobile phone number to give you face! You are an Asian, get out of our country!"
As he spoke, he grabbed the woman's hair.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
The woman is crying for help.
But when other people around saw this scene, instead of stopping it, they took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Feng Lin immediately walked over, grabbed the man's wrist, and said, "Let go!"
"Another Asian? How dare I give you a hard time? If you don't lie down on the ground and be a dog in our territory, how dare you teach me a lesson... Wow!"
The young man was just about to teach Feng Lin a lesson when he felt the bones of his wrist creaking.
The pain made him break into a cold sweat.
"I was wrong, let me go, I was wrong, brother."
With a plop, he knelt down from his seat. His entire palm turned dark red due to congestion.
"roll!"
Feng Lin grabbed his arm and threw him out.
Then, Feng Lin sat next to the woman and asked in a low voice: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay, I'm okay."
The woman hurriedly arranged her hair and thanked Feng Lin.
The young man in the distance looked at Feng Lin coldly, got out of the car and ran away while the car was parked.
Feng Lin looked at this woman, she seemed to be in her twenties, with short black shoulder-length hair.
Wearing very ordinary sportswear, her cheeks are very delicate.
Originally, he wanted to take the initiative to strike up a conversation, but the woman kept her head lowered.
Feng Lin finally gave up.
The car drove for about an hour. When Feng Lin found out that he had reached his destination, he got up and got off.
After getting off the bus, he found the woman from before and got out of the car too.
"Haha! What a coincidence, I got off the car first and I didn't follow you."
Feng Lin smiled and said to the woman.
"Just... thank you." Fan Minjun lowered his head and said.
"With a little effort, where is your ancestral home?" Feng Lin asked with a smile.
"It's...China."
Fan Minjun whispered.
"What is fate? I am also from China."
When Feng Lin said this sentence, he used Chinese dialect.
"So you are Chinese?"
Fan Minjun suddenly raised his head, and then his excited expression dimmed, "I have never been to China."
"If you have time, you can accompany your parents to visit." Feng Lin said with a smile.
"My parents... are dead."
Fan Minjun shed tears without knowing it.
"do not Cry."
Feng Lin gently patted Fan Minjun's shoulder and pulled her to sit on a bench nearby.
According to Fan Minjun, his parents have been dead for three or four years.
It was because he offended his business colleagues whose ancestry was also from China.
Now that man is still doing business well, but Fan Minjun's family is ruined.
I can only go to a restaurant in Chinatown to work every day.
"Grass!"
Feng Lin cursed angrily, he had seen many people like this who like to fight in the nest.
When facing foreigners, he is submissive and obedient like a dog, but when facing his own people, he punches hard.
"I originally wanted to save money and go back to China, but I was born here and am considered a British citizen. The Chinese nationality is the most difficult to obtain in the world. Sometimes, I even thought about committing suicide."
Fan Minjun wiped his eyes and whispered.
"Isn't this Xiao Fan? Damn it! Is this your boyfriend? Why is he so ugly?"
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a big belly came from a distance and said with a smile in Chinese dialect.