C182 Los Angeles

Los Angeles, USA.

Mu Xichen wore a casual hoodie, jeans, travel shoes, and an imitation khaki backpack.

He walked through the crowd with a card in his hand. His phone was constantly on the lookout, and he would occasionally ask for directions.

It was his third day in the United States, and in those three days he had traveled three large cities.

Today, he was in Los Angeles, looking for slums.

The bearded gangster was like a suspect who was caught and interrogated separately. When he tells them that whoever confesses first will be less guilty, the partners will suspect each other and the fortress they formed will soon disappear. Then, they will rush to explain everything out of the picture.

After Du Yuming and Mu Xichen said something, they then told him that his accomplice's confession was different from his own, and he quickly collapsed.

He explained every single detail of how he got there, how he got to America, how he got left in the car along with a few other people, and where Lin Qing was.

But, after all, the education was there, and he knew only that it was America, the slums, the slums of which state or city, he had no idea.

In the Xi Jing, he was a snake. In the United States, he was just a caterpillar walking with his eyes covered.

This greatly increased the difficulty of Mu Xichen's search. There were more than one slums and the only thing Mu Xichen could do was rely on his senses to find which slums were abandoned.

At the same time, he used all his connections in the United States to keep an eye on the media and to see if there were any negative reports about slums, such as shootings, robberies, rapes, etc.

After walking for a while, Mu Xichen determined the general location of the place. After returning to the car park, he drove the car towards the slums.

Unlike most countries, slums in the United States, such as China and poor families, are located in remote mountains and suburbs, and never exist in bustling big cities.

The slums of the United States are hidden in bustling urban areas.

Those rich people, on the other hand, didn't like the hustle and bustle of the bustling city. Most of them had moved away from the city and found a quiet and remote suburb to settle down in.

As a result, the city centre had fallen and many people had lost their jobs.

Behind the tall buildings, just a few steps away from the slums.

The road was quite flat. Gradually, the buildings on both sides of the road began to look dilapidated. The walls were mottled, trash could be seen everywhere, vagabonds lazily strolled along the road and there were people rummaging in the trash cans.

The car rolled over a garbage bag that had been casually dropped on the road, and suddenly a burst of sour yellow water came out.

Mu Xichen frowned, and continued walking on the road. He couldn't drive fast. As he moved forward, he looked to both sides with his black eyes.

Soon, a tall black man with a mouth full of yellow teeth smiled at the car.

He wobbled over.

Mu Xichen saw this person from the rearview mirror. Without batting an eyelid, that person suddenly accelerated when the black man was about to get close to him. That person immediately missed his target and directly pounced on the road.

The African man crawled up from the ground as he screamed out in pain.

The commotion on his side attracted more and more people's attention. Many heads suddenly popped out from the seemingly dilapidated and crumbling tent. The dirty and dirty face seemed to have not been washed for many years. The only thing that showed a little anger was his pair of eyes.

In their opinion, it was foolish to bring such a good car here.

When they looked through the window and saw the silhouette of a person, they felt that the person inside was even more foolish. Wasn't this clearly looking for death? In the worst-case scenario, even the car would be smashed into pieces by them.

Next, it was simply a scene that appeared frequently in movies. Black masses of people swarmed over in one direction.

When the black man behind them saw so many people coming over, he could not help but shout out loud. He was the one who found this first, how could he let these people taste the sweetness first?

He rushed forward again, slamming his fist against the window from behind.

Mu Xichen frowned, watching everything unfold.

He had been accustomed to this kind of situation in the past few days, but he still couldn't help but feel disgust every time.

This time was even more so.

With so many young people looking strong and strong, why not find a job? Even if their income was low, they could still support themselves. All of them were willing to be worms, willing to do some shameful things.

Mu Xichen quickly searched through the crowd, hoping to find a woman.

However, his hopes failed him. He didn't discover anything. All of them were homeless people, dirty homeless people.

When those people got closer and closer, Mu Xichen smiled as he rolled down the window and directly threw a stack of bills out. The crowd instantly became chaotic, the homeless people started to crazily join the money snatching army.

The amount of money thrown out was considerable. Even the last ones that arrived were able to grab a few, which was more than enough for them to eat and drink for a while.

Everyone's face was glowing with excitement.

Wealth could be used to save people from disasters, money could be used to make things difficult for people. Mu Xichen used the most traditional method.

Seeing these people excitedly waving the banknotes in their hands, Mu Xichen opened the car door and got off with a look of excitement on his filthy face.

Now that these people were looking at him, it was as if they were looking at a savior.

So when Mu Xichen casually waved his hand, a lot of people respectfully looked over.

"Have you seen this person before?" Mu Xichen waved the picture in his hands, the picture was enlarged, it was of a black haired Chinese woman with big eyes, the homeless people stared at her for a while and shook their heads.

"If anyone can find this woman, please call me and let me know. The cell phone number is on the back of the photo …" I will have a good salary and guarantee that you will live a carefree life for the rest of your life. "

The moment he finished speaking, many hands reached out towards him.

Mu Xichen gave the photo to one of them, causing the crowd to panic again.

These tramps were not stupid, from the money just now, they knew this person was generous. If they could find the woman in the photo, they really wouldn't have to doubt that they would never have to be tramps again.

Looking at the chaotic crowd, sounds of punches and kicks rang out in all directions. Some were screaming miserably, while others were cursing and swearing unbearably. However, it was all for that photo.

Seeing that, Mu Xichen took out more photos.

"Stop arguing! I have one copy for each of you! "

The crowd immediately quieted down. Everyone stood up and looked in their direction.

The vagabond who had obtained the photo earlier was beaten up badly. His face was bruised, his eyes were black, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. There was a bloody tooth on the ground.

Mu Xichen did not go back on his words, and each of them handed a card to him.

These people were finally satisfied and scattered.

The car continued on the road, Mu Xichen walked slowly, slowly searching for a deep alley or something like that. According to Big Beard, when the car sped past, he saw many small alleys, and he couldn't see the end of them.

However, there was no alley here.

Mu Xichen was a little disappointed. It seemed that this was not the slums Big Beard was talking about.

Just as he was about to increase his speed, he suddenly heard an unusual movement. A dilapidated tent to his right shook violently for a moment before quieting down.

The car stopped and he watched for a moment.

The sound of the engine was loud, so he turned off the ignition and listened.

The tent shook again, and a piece of torn canvas that had been draped over it was shaken off, and an irrepressible cry spilled out from behind the ragged curtain.

Immediately, he heard curses.

"Bitch, you better behave! "Bitch!" The English insults and punches sounded, but the woman did not make a sound. She only heard a shout that sounded like she was holding it in her chest.

Mu Xichen's heart trembled, he quickly opened the door and got off, and with one leg he flipped over the tent.

The black man in the tent was suddenly exposed, even his pants had been taken off, revealing the object underneath. His blood was gushing with anger as he turned around to see that it was a clean and weak Chinese man. He could not help but give his middle finger.

"Get out of my way, you fool!"

The woman's mouth was pouted from the rag and her wrist was also tied up. When she saw someone coming in, tears filled her eyes as she struggled violently.

It was a white woman with brown hair and brown eyes, but she was beautiful.

His skin was also extremely well maintained.

I really don't know how she managed to get stuck in the tent in this run-down slum.

When Mu Xichen saw that it was not Lin Qing, a look of disappointment flashed past his eyes. He turned around and was about to leave.

He did not want to cause trouble, so he wanted to leave more time to look for Lin Qing.

However, the moment he turned, he caught sight of the despair in the woman's eyes, and his heart immediately hurt. He immediately turned around and fiercely kicked the black man's buttocks that was hiding behind when he saw that Mu Xichen was leaving and did not even need to hide in broad daylight. It was too inhumane, he was not human.

The black man screamed out in pain and jumped up, waving his huge fist at him.

Mu Xichen was around 1.8 meters tall and the black man was nearly 2 meters tall. He was a full head taller and very muscular.

Mu Xichen did not dodge. When he was near, he turned his body slightly and the fist fell on empty air.

The black man did not expect him to be so agile and powerful. He staggered.

When he stood up again, he was a lot more cautious and put on a professional boxing posture.

Many black people have a habit of boxing. No matter what their family background is, boxing seems to be a compulsory course.

There were also many people who hoped to be able to become a fist king in the future, and then have a fist king in their lifetime. However, there were many people who practiced boxing, and the majority of them were unable to become a fist king.

Mu Xichen stood there motionlessly, looking coldly at the black man who was baring his fangs and brandishing his claws.