C189 Suspected vagabond

"Miss Selina, if you have nothing else, please say good night."

Mu Xichen issued the expulsion order. His attitude was ice-cold, but from a gentleman's perspective. He gave the initiative to Selina.

Selina's expression was very conflicted. After staring blankly for a moment, she took out the document folder in her hands and handed it over, and said softly: "This is the thing you wanted." Then, without looking back, she covered her face with his hands and ran.

Mu Xichen pursed his lips, closed the door, and opened the document folder. Inside, he saw the meticulously written address of each and every continent's United States slum.

Indeed, it was something he wanted, and he had only casually asked Selina about it in the car, but never expected that she would really remember it.

It was all handwritten.

It was beautiful, tidy, and not messy in the slightest. Those words were like dancing notes.

But why hadn't she printed it out instead of painstakingly scribbling it?

Mu Xichen flipped through the pages, there were a total of five pages, she wanted to look through them one by one, then record them one by one, doing these tasks, how long would it take?

Selina is really a smart girl … Mu Xichen sighed in her heart.

Presumably, there was no printing machine in her private room, so in order not to leak any information, she wrote it out with a pen … Wasn't she doing this to protect him and not let the people inside the Keli Family find out his motive for coming here?

Mu Xichen felt that his treatment of Selina just now was too harsh.

Looking at those beautiful words, he couldn't help but be lost in thought. When he saw the slum in the third row of Las Vegas, his eyes suddenly lit up.

They were clearly here for the Keli Family, why didn't they go to the slums of Las Vegas, which were the closest to the Keli Family's base, to look around? Mu Xichen smashed his fist onto the tea table.

Even if he couldn't ensure that Lin Qing would be abandoned in the Slums of Las Vegas, he would at least go and look for him. After all, the Slums here were the most suspicious.

He had already passed through the slums of three continents and wasted so much time … Mu Xichen regretted making a fatal mistake.

Early the next morning, Mu Xichen rode his car and arrived at the most notorious slum in Las Vegas.

As soon as he walked in, a wave of dark air assaulted his face. Even though there was a glass window in front of him, the darkness seemed to be about to break through the window, striking at his visual nerve at any moment.

The homeless people here looked even younger. They were all young men with tattoos on their arms. Most of them were black, but there were also many Caucasian people among them.

He could even see that someone was sitting cross-legged in the trash heap in the corner, shooting something into his arm with a syringe.

The people next to him were anxiously waiting, as if they were preparing to share a piece of the cake.

This kind of scene, made Mu Xichen frown deeply.

Very quickly, someone discovered his arrival. Laughing merrily, they wiped away the filth on his face, then shakily walked towards the brand-new car.

This was not much different from other slums. When Mu Xichen saw that there were more and more people gathering, he did the same as before.

Red light shone in the eyes of the homeless people as they crazily tried to snatch the money.

Unlike the other slums, the homeless people here seemed to be more desperate. Each person would snatch a few that they were unsatisfied with, and they would even snatch some that looked weak from the hands of others.

Mu Xichen was too lazy to look at all these, and continued to drive the car along the stinky road.

When the first dark alley appeared on the left side of his vision, his heart slightly trembled.

Then, he restrained his excitement and continued driving. Another alley slowly entered his field of vision and he was about to jump up. According to the bearded man, this was the place. As expected, there were more small alleys behind him.

Mu Xichen slowed down his car and stopped in front of a small alley. He got out of the car, and with his deep eyes, he looked at the end of the alley, where trash were everywhere, and smelly water was spread all over the floor. When he saw the abandoned needles and beer bottles all over the place, his stomach couldn't help but churn, and he forced himself not to vomit.

As he continued reading, his thin and cold lips started to tighten as well. Unexpectedly, there were tears shining in his eyes.

It was truly hard to imagine what it would be like for the woman he loved to be abandoned here.

Not to mention, there were also vicious and extremely thirsty vagabonds …

His heart was hurting more and more. It was so painful that it caused his nerves to tense up and his pupils to contract. His fists were also secretly clenched.

Just what kind of malicious heart did the person behind the scenes have? He actually wanted to do this to a weak girl who could not even bind a chicken … If he found out, he would definitely send this person to hell, beyond redemption!

Mu Xichen's gaze was ruthless. Just as he was about to walk into the alley and search for traces, a blurry male voice came from behind him, "You … "Hello, is there anything to eat?"

It turned out to be Chinese!

Mu Xichen suddenly turned around and saw a similarly dirty face, with a head of messy hair and a pair of chaotic eyes looking at him. A dirty hand was reaching towards him.

"You, hello mister, I'm very hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

Mu Xichen fumbled in his pocket and fished out a large bill for him.

"No, no, I only want to eat." The man waved his hand.

Mu Xichen was obviously shocked that he met his compatriots in this place. He was even more surprised that he met this kind of homeless person who did not covet food but did not want money.

Amidst his shock, he looked at this person a few more times.

"Why are you here? Are you out of work?" he couldn't help but ask.

The homeless man drooped his head, as if he was disappointed that he didn't get the food, and didn't reply to Mu Xichen's words. He slowly turned around and walked forward.

"Wait, I'll give you something!"

Mu Xichen quickly kept the money, and after walking back to the car, he took out two sandwiches and two boxes of milk, which he had prepared for himself. Finding meals in the slums was out of the question, so he prepared some random meals to settle his lunch problem. Now, he had given up his lunch to a homeless person.

The homeless man took the sandwich and wolfed it down, as if he hadn't eaten in days.

Mu Xichen opened the milk and handed it over to him. The homeless man didn't even thank him, but took the milk and gulped it down, then continued to swallow the sandwich in his hand. In less than two minutes, he had finished eating the entire sandwich.

"You can find a job, or I can help you find a job …"

It was because this homeless person was different from others that Mu Xichen showed his good will.

The homeless man's mouth was stuffed full, he did not even raise his head as he muttered something, causing Mu Xichen to not be able to hear him clearly.

Seeing that the food in his hand was almost finished, Mu Xichen returned to the carriage, planning to find something to eat. But when he glanced at the photo that he had prepared beforehand, his eyes suddenly went blank.

He quickly took out a photo and handed it to the tramp. "Have you seen this man?"

The homeless man anxiously swept his gaze across, the light in his eyes suddenly froze, and his mouth also stopped chewing. He raised his head, looked at Mu Xichen blankly, and then lowered it.

Mu Xichen's breathing stopped, and he asked urgently: "If you have seen her before, I will have to trouble you to tell me, she is my wife, and I will have to trouble you to tell me, I am currently looking for her."

The tramp didn't even have time to drink the milk in his hand. A trace of fear flashed across his eyes. He then mumbled something.

"No, no, I've never seen her before. I don't know her …" After saying that, he ran off.

His flustered expression made Mu Xichen deeply suspect that he definitely knew something.

Mu Xichen quickly chased after the homeless man, caught up to him and pushed him against the corner of the wall: "Tell me, have you seen her before? Where have you seen her before?

The vagabond's eyes were filled with panic. He leaned his back against the wall and kept sliding down.

"No, no, I can't say. Anyone who comes into contact with her will die, all of them will die …" "So scary, so scary, wuuuuuu, I'll die …"

The man suddenly began to cry. He held his head, trembling on the ground.

Mu Xichen knew that he must have definitely seen Lin Qing before, and was extremely anxious. As soon as he felt anxious, he immediately went over and pulled Lin Qing up by the collar of his neck. If you don't say it now, you will die by my hands! "

He gripped the vagrant's neck with his hand and began to exert himself.

The back of his head was struck and the pain numbed his arms, freeing the homeless man from his grasp as he gasped for breath.

Mu Xichen endured the pain and turned his head around. He saw a black man holding a stone in his hand and grinning at him.

The black guy was very big. When he saw that he could handle the car, he started to act recklessly. He waved his hand towards the back and said, "This Chinaman is so generous. The car must have more money. Hurry up and destroy the car!"

The tramps behind him rushed forward, but they did not smash the car. They all tried to squeeze in through the open door.

The intense pain on the back of his head made Mu Xichen slow down, he held onto the wall and gasped for breath. There was heat flowing through his neck, it was not hard to tell, but the back of his head was already bleeding from being smashed by a stone.

He used the same method, thinking that he could deal with the homeless people here.

However, he had forgotten that one of the reasons why the slums here were infamous was because the homeless people here were extremely vicious and greedy — They were not satisfied with Mu Xichen's charity.

However, due to their greedy nature, the attacks of the tramps had succeeded, but there were internal strife. So many people squeezed into the car door, but in the end, no one could squeeze in.

"SHIT!" Get out of my way! " The black man who was attacking Mu Xichen started to panic.

The tramp who was captured by Mu Xichen earlier looked at them in panic, and couldn't help but draw the cross on his chest. He muttered something, as if he was praying for forgiveness.

Then, he walked in front of Mu Xichen, bowed deeply, and walked forward with unsteady steps.

Being robbed was not scary at all, and Mu Xichen did not care about that car either. Seeing that the homeless guy was about to leave, he started to get really anxious, as if his entire heart was on fire.

In a moment of anxiety, he exerted his strength and pushed against the wall, gathering his strength in an instant.

"Don't go!" Mu Xichen chased after him.

Just as he chased a few steps, his waist was caught again, and Mu Xichen, without turning his head back, fiercely kicked backwards. That person cried out miserably, but did not let go, and instead wrapped himself even more tightly around him.