On April 31, 1935, a passenger ship departing from the Port of Galati, Romania, docked at the Port of Saint-Stienne. As the largest port in Marseille, the Port of Saint-Stienne receives thousands of passengers from all over Europe every day.
Especially in the past two years, in order to avoid the increasingly severe situation in the country, there are especially many tourists coming to France from Spain and Italy to Romania.
Under the skilled command of the pilot, the passenger ship named "Lord Vesifano" successfully placed the receiving board between the passenger ship and the pier. As two or three sailors jumped onto the pier, more guests
Walking down the trembling ship, most of them had brown or grey-blue eyes, and their skin color was even darker than the Marseilles' skin that was blown reddish-brown by the sea breeze - these were probably Spanish people from Catalonia.
people.
But among these people, there is a young man with a very special appearance - his pupils are darker black, and the bridge of his nose is not as tall as others, but the most eye-catching thing is that his hair is meticulously combed
His black hair, which is shinier than the black hair of some French people, coupled with the young man's calm expression and his well-tailored tuxedo, quickly attracted the attention of several interested people at the pier.
They are frequent visitors to the Port of Marseille - baggage porters, hotel agents, and some prostitutes who are engaged in the flesh business. Of course, if they meet some stupid guys, these porters and agents don't mind changing their careers temporarily and occasionally do
Some robberies and frauds.
"Brother?" Several tall and strong "porters" began to whisper - Asian faces in Marseille are very rare, and such timid Asians are really rare "customers".
"Japanese?" A blonde with bangs on her forehead and a few freckles on her face stared at the Asian-faced passenger.
"He reminds me of Julien. They both have long black hair." Another plump girl's eyes roamed wildly on this Asian man - she was wearing a pleated skirt with a very low front.
Her chest is exaggeratedly exposed, and when she occasionally leans over, it reminds people of the rough waves of the Mediterranean Sea.
"Yes, it's very exotic." The girl with bangs commented seriously.
"Get out of the way, you two nymphomaniac bitches!"
The two girls were roughly pushed away, and a strong man nearly 1.9 meters tall squeezed in from behind the two of them, rubbing his arm across the plump woman's chest, causing the girl to roll her eyes.
A sly smile appeared on the corner of the strong man's mouth, and he walked straight towards the Asian. He tried hard to put on what he thought was a kind smile on his face, and greeted the Asian:
"Sir, do you need to carry your luggage?"
"Oh, thank you for your kindness. I don't need it for the time being. I have very few things with me." The young man smiled and shook his head. His French was not fluent, but he could barely be understood.
"Oh, if you need it, you can always come to me." There was a hint of disappointment on the strong man's face, and he walked aside, but his eyes were still lingering on the young man, obviously not wanting to miss this "fat"
sheep".
But the young man just smiled and took out a newspaper from the umbrella at hand, revealing a few French letters of "Le Figaro" on the page, stood at the corner of the pier and lowered his head to read - but few people paid attention.
Yes, the newspaper in his hand is upside down.
"Oh?" The blonde girl with bangs in front of her forehead lit up.
"Is it him?" The plump girl was a little hesitant.
"Go over and take a look." The blonde walked over.
"Sir, you held the newspaper upside down." The blonde woman walked up to the young man and reminded him with a smile.
"Oh," the young man raised his head and grinned, showing his white teeth, "Actually, I can't understand it at all. It's just to cover my face that easily attracts attention."
"Can I understand that as being conceited about appearance?" The blonde smiled.
"It would be true if I had an appearance like yours," the man spread his hands, "but I cover my face just to avoid unnecessary trouble, just like the gentleman who was willing to carry my luggage just now."
Hearing the man refer to the tall and muscular man as a "gentleman", the blonde couldn't help but smile and whispered: "I am extremely honored by your compliment. So, would you like to invite me for a few drinks?"
"Okay," the man put down the newspaper and bowed to the blonde, "but I must explain to you that all the money I have is used to replace this suit, and I'm afraid I can only treat you to the cheapest whiskey."
"Oh," the blonde's blue eyes rolled around Geng Chaozhong's face several times, and finally she tentatively said, "Do you like Shakespeare?"
"Of course," the man's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at the girl's blue sky, "the tree-lined path you yearn for is actually covered with white dew every morning and night."
"Then, come with me!" The blonde blinked and showed a relieved smile.
The two walked side by side and came to the plump woman. The blonde whispered a few words to the plump girl, and the three of them immediately walked towards a small carriage in the distance.
Just as the three of them stepped on the carriage and drove away, the strong man who was the "porter" quickly followed him. At the same time, he winked at the two men waiting aside, and the three of them quickly got into a nearby room.
A dilapidated Renault sedan caught up quickly.
"I really didn't expect that I would be welcomed by two such beautiful ladies. This is really the best thing that happened to me when I came to Marseille."
The Asian man was Geng Chaozhong. At this time, he was sitting in the middle of the back compartment of the carriage, complimenting the two ladies in broken French. However, the blonde seemed a little shy at this time. On the contrary, the plump figure
The lady rubbed her plump chest against the man's arm.
The three of them laughed for a while, but there was a sound of a car's motor behind them. Then, a Renault car stopped suddenly and stopped in front of the carriage. The coachman pulled the reins suddenly and dropped them before the three of them could react.
The carriage ran away quickly.
"My dear little lamb," the porter just got out of the car, followed by two men in gray vests with treacherous faces. The strong man stared at Geng Chaozhong with a malicious smile on his face.
: "You shouldn't have refused my kindness just now."
"Oh." Geng Chaozhong touched his nose thoughtfully.
The three men walked closer and closer, and saw that they walked into one meter in front of Geng Chaozhong. Geng Chaozhong put down the hand touching his nose, and was about to make a move when he heard an "ouch" and the strong man had already covered his nose.
The crotch squatted down, and then the other two men screamed almost at the same time and fell to the ground in piss.
The two girls started fighting...
Their attacks were swift and accurate. In just the blink of an eye, the three gangsters fell to the ground without the ability to resist. The plump woman walked directly to the car driven by the three gangsters and motioned for Geng Chaozhong to follow.
"You should give men a chance to express themselves." Geng Chaozhong said helplessly while sitting in the back row.
"Stop your glib talk," the plump woman's originally slutty face was so serious, "Cheka Northern District welcomes you, Mr. Woodpecker."
