Zuo Yi said to Zhang Yaoming: "Mr. Zhang, just stay here and wait for my news."
Originally, he planned to take Zhang Yaoming to Paul Monastery with him, but as soon as he came down, he saw sweat on his forehead and a nervous and uneasy look on his face, so he changed his mind.
"ah?"
Zhang Yaoming opened his mouth and asked hesitantly: "Are you going alone?"
Zuo Yi asked: "Do you know how to get to Paul's Monastery?"
Zhang Yaoming shook his head subconsciously.
Although Zhang Yaoming has been in St. George's for more than 20 years, he has never stepped into the slums.
Because everyone he knew had warned him not to enter the slums.
Saint George is known as the city of heaven and hell, and hell refers to this slum of more than ten square kilometers.
There are no laws there, only the rules set by the gangs. Those who rush in will often not even find the bodies.
"That's it."
Zuo Yi said: "Please lend me a car, preferably an old car."
He would not be stupid enough to drive his Lamborghini to Paul's Abbey and cause unnecessary trouble for nothing.
In fact, Zuo Yi is fully capable of protecting Zhang Yaoming from harm, but he also understands Zhang Yaoming's fear at this moment. After all, the latter is just an ordinary person.
As a relative and friend of Gu Kai and Zhang Yun, Zhang Yaoming has done a good enough job.
Zhang Yaoming quickly borrowed a pickup truck. The truck was usually used for carrying cargo, so it looked quite shabby.
"Mr. Zuo..."
Seeing Zuo Yi open the car door and sit in the cab, Zhang Yaoming couldn't help but said: "Do you really want to go there alone?"
Although Zuo Yi looks very powerful and keeps everyone in Huaixia Hall subdued, the St. George's slum is a den of dragons and tigers. It is really too dangerous for one person to break in alone!
What Zhang Yaoming is afraid of is not telling Huihuikai and Zhang Yun whether to save him, or even Zuo Yi himself getting involved.
"Don't worry."
Zuo Yi smiled and said, "I will bring Yun Xi's parents back."
After saying that, he lightly stepped on the accelerator and drove the pickup truck forward.
On the way to Longfeng Teahouse, Zuo Yi saw a fork in the road leading to the slums. He drove to the intersection in front of him and turned left, quickly leaving the Chinatown area.
Although they are in the same city, the St. George slum is completely like another world. The dividing line between it and other places is very obvious and can be distinguished at a glance.
There are low and dilapidated houses everywhere here, most of which were built privately by local residents. The roads are very narrow, and the dust is flying when cars pass by. There are piles of garbage on the roadside.
Zuo Yi opened the navigation on his mobile phone and entered Paul's Monastery. The search results showed that the location was on the other side of the city.
There is obviously a new monastery that has been relocated there, and the St. George's slum is circled by red money on the map, with warning text displayed on it.
The navigation map is invalid here!
Zuo Yi couldn't help but shook his head. He stopped the pickup truck, lowered the window, leaned out and asked, "Which of you can speak English?"
Next to the garbage dump on the roadside, several Baparo children were playing football.
Bapalo used to be a football kingdom. It is said that playing football was the only way out for children in the slums other than joining gangs. But now it is an extraordinary era, and the football leagues that were prosperous in the past have declined.
But the tradition of playing football has obviously been preserved in this land.
Several dark-skinned little guys played happily and enjoyed their little happiness.
Upon hearing Zuo Yi's greeting, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy immediately ran over and asked curiously: "Sir, what's the matter?"
He speaks English well.
"I'm going to Paul's Monastery..."
Zuo Yi said: "But I don't know how to get there, can you take me there?"
"Paul's Abbey?"
The boy with brown hair opened his eyes wide: "That's the territory of Hellfire!"
Looking at Zuo Yi's skin color and appearance, he couldn't figure out why an Asian would go to Paul Monastery.
Suicide?
"That's right."
Zuo Yi nodded: "You just need to take me to a place where I can see the monastery. This is your reward."
He stretched out his hand and handed the other party two bills.
Two hundred dollar bills.
The brown-haired boy knew what to buy. He stared at the dollar bills, swallowed, and said hesitantly: "I, I want three!"
"Greedy brat."
Zuo Yi laughed and added three more: "I'll give you five hundred."
Five hundred-dollar bills were so powerful that the brown-haired boy immediately forgot his fear of hellfire, took the bills in a hurry, opened the passenger door and got in.
He stuffed the banknotes into his pocket and said to Zuo Yi seriously: "Sir, Hellfire does not welcome strangers. The master of Paul's Monastery, Iron Fist Paul, is very powerful. Do you really want to go there?"
For the sake of the money, the brown-haired boy kindly gave some more advice.
Zuo Yi smiled: "Of course."
"Oh well."
The brown-haired boy sighed. Since Zuo Yi wanted to die, he had no reason to continue to stop him.
Under the guidance of the brown-haired boy, Zuo Yi drove his pickup truck around the slums, and it took him nearly half an hour to reach his destination.
"That's where Paul's Monastery is..."
The brown-haired boy pointed to the tall spire building in front and said, "I can only take you here."
"ok."
Zuo Yi asked the other party to get out of the car: "Goodbye."
The brown-haired boy jumped down nimbly and said to Zuo Yi: "You are a good person. I hope you can come back alive."
After saying that, he closed the car door and ran away, disappearing into the dirty streets in the blink of an eye.
Zuo Yi saw that the road ahead was very narrow and it might be difficult for a pickup truck to drive through, so he also got out of the car.
As a result, as soon as he came down with his backpack, four or five men with unkind expressions immediately gathered around him. One of them, a man with tattoos on his face, said something to him aggressively.
He also took out a pistol and pointed it at Zuo Yi.
Zuo Yi's expression remained unchanged: "Speak English."
"Who are you?"
The tattooed man asked in broken English: "What are you doing here?"
"I came to redeem people."
Zuo Yi patted his backpack and said, "I made an appointment with your people to meet at the monastery."
The tattooed man frowned and looked at Zuo Yi up and down, looking very confused.
Sniffling, the tattooed man took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call. He chatted to the other party for half a minute, then waved his gun and said, "Come with me, don't try to play tricks!"
So Zuo Yi entered Paul Monastery under the escort of several gang members.
There were many people inside, and like the people who brought Zuo Yi here, they all wore turbans with the Hellfire emblem printed on them.
The scarf is bright red, as if it is the color of strong blood!