Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, a figure sat on the table.

In the international student dormitory, Sophia had gone out to run errands with Shanzi and hadn't returned yet. Ordinary international students wouldn't dare to do that, so Fang Zong didn't need to look to know who was sitting at the table.

Even though he was wearing a theatrical costume and his face was covered in makeup, Fang Zong knew—

That crazy monkey-like guy who jumped onto the table is Yang Xiaoliu!

She is sixteen years old and 1.23 meters tall.

Rumors circulate that Yang Xiaoliu comes from Taiwan and was recruited by Little University with a large sum of money. Because his brain is too developed, it affects his growth and development. At sixteen years old, he still looks like a cute little boy.

But Fang Zong knew that wasn't the case; even now, he still didn't know Yang Xiaoliu's abilities.

"Look! Who am I?" Yang Xiaoliu twirled his stick in a flamboyant manner.

He wore a purple-gold crown, chainmail, cloud-walking boots, and carried a golden cudgel.

Fang Zong immediately recognized the most famous hero of the Eastern Kingdom and exclaimed, "Sun Wukong?"

"No!" Yang Xiaoliu gritted his teeth.

"The Monkey King?"

"Damn it!" Yang Xiaoliu exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"I understand, you'll play the senior brother!"

Yang Xiaoliu: "...I am Liu..."

six?

Before Yang Xiaoliu could finish speaking, Fang Zong raised his hand to interrupt, "Don't say anything, let me think... Oh~~~~" With a slight upward slant in his voice, Fang Zong suddenly realized, "I know, you played Liu Xiaoling Tong!"

With a loud bang, the table shattered.

Yang Xiaoliu gripped the stick, wishing he could smash it over Fang Zong's head: "I'm the Six-Eared Macaque! Haven't you ever heard of the Six-Eared Macaque? I hate it when people mistake me for some damned stable boy!"

Okay, I get it, you're crazy.

Fang Zong rolled his eyes.

Confused, huh? That's to be expected; you deserve to be confused. Don't think you can act like a god just because ghostly energy has resurfaced. You ignored me before, but now you're joining the fun—it's definitely not for anything good.

Fang Zong gave a half-smile.

Yang Xiaoliu narrowed his eyes: "Are you kidding me?"

"No." Fang Zong laughed: "No matter how beautiful it is, it's still the water of my hometown; no matter how close we are, it's still the people of my hometown. I'm too lazy to bother with you if I have nothing to do. So, tell me, what do you want?"

"I heard you want to go back to China?"

"right."

"Alright, he's a man from the East!"

A cute little boy, chest puffed out, looked every bit the chivalrous and righteous man: "If you can't get back, remember to look for me. Need any information? Go to Chinatown and find Boss Xiao. Let me tell you, in America, the FBI isn't the only one with good intelligence!"

Boss Xiao? Not the Beggars' Sect, right? Xiao Feng?

No, it's Qiao Feng!

Before Fang Zong could even process what was happening, he saw Yang Xiaoliu disappear and was completely stunned.

You came to me just to say this?

...

San Francisco, USA, the eighth day of the Lunar New Year in China.

A food truck sped along the road.

Yang Tiesheng, a man as white as a bear, was pale as a ghost. He grabbed the passenger door and yelled, "Fang, sir, Fang, don't drive so fast! This is the city!"

"I know, but with our physical fitness, eyesight, and hearing, it's fine."

Fang Zong looked excited, but his body was straight. Even while speeding, he still maintained a dignified and handsome appearance: "Do you know that there is an old movie in our Dongguo called 'Wheels on Meals'? The driving skills are incredibly amazing."

"I've seen it, but... that was in Spain!"

During a big drift, Yang Tiesheng almost jumped out of the car.

We soon arrived at Chinatown, which was bustling with activity.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the festivities were still going strong. Some people were blowing trumpets, some were banging drums and gongs, and some were even setting off fireworks illegally. The most eye-catching activity was the dragon dance, with seven or eight young men carrying two long dragons, chasing each other and soaring up and down.

"I should have come sooner," Fang Zong muttered as he got out of the car.

Instead of watching the dragon dance, my gaze fell on the couplets on the door of a shop.

"Through many vicissitudes recorded in history, a hundred years have passed and spring has arrived," the history of Chinatown... is indeed very vicissitudes!

Fang Zong's literary skills are still sufficient.

Just then, the dragon lantern dance suddenly stopped, and a figure flew out. Fang Zong looked over and saw that there were people fighting, all of them with yellow skin, and they were quite strong.

In particular, there was a skinny young man who could take on ten people at once. His punches were sharp, and he used elbows and knees to strike. He was a Muay Thai fighter.

"Sir, this guy is pretty good. In a few years, he might awaken his fighting abilities." Yang Tiesheng followed Fang Zong to watch the excitement.

Fang Zong's face darkened.

Chinatown is a highly sought-after area.

Besides the gangs of East Asians themselves, there are also white gangs, like the now-defunct Ukto, who used to be their leader, and gangs from Thailand, Myanmar, Laos, Vietnam...

There's no way around it; the people of Dongguo are known for their hard work and wealth!

It's even more normal if it's one of our own people playing.

However, Fang Zong felt uneasy about being watched by an 'outsider' like Yang Tiesheng.

At that moment, the young man delivered a knee strike, sending the middle-aged man flying backward, coughing up blood, and crashing to Fang Zong's feet. Fang Zong crouched down to examine him and discovered a fractured sternum. He shook his head and gave him some basic first aid.

"Hey, mind your own business!" The young man walked over arrogantly, and the other man brandished his fist.

Fang Zong smiled and said, "We're all from the East, it's just a small favor. Please do as you please."

He didn't want to get involved in the mess between gangs.

"Tch, a Dongguo person?" The other person licked his lips, a hint of bloodlust in his voice.

At this moment, Yang Tiesheng glanced at the red cloth strip around the other man's waist and shook his head, saying, "Sir, you're mistaken. He's not from East Korea, but from a Thai gang, and his status isn't low."

People from Thailand? Fang Zong looked down at his feet.

Is this one too?

Blood still clung to the middle-aged man's lips as he struggled to his feet, blocking Fang Zong's path: "I...I'm from the East, you should leave, you're not..."

"Not what?"

Fang Zong asked in return, shrugged, helped the middle-aged man into the car, and uttered three words: "Thirty seconds."

"Just one second." Yang Tiesheng grinned maliciously.

"Bang!" In an instant, fist and face made intimate contact.

Yang Tiesheng turned around confidently, wiped the blood from his fist, and was about to get into the car when he suddenly paused and turned back in surprise.

"Pretty tough, huh?" He saw the young Thai boxer stand up.

The Thai boxer's face was covered in blood, his nose was flattened, he yelled a few times, shook his head, and roared: "You ambushed me!"

"Really?" Yang Tiesheng grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth through his thick beard.

He stretched out his hand, and a ball of fire suddenly burst into flames in his palm.

Thai boxer: "..."

Ability! This... this is no ordinary person!

For ordinary people, Thai boxers are very confident that they can definitely take on ten, or even twenty, but against a capable opponent, twenty of them wouldn't be able to defeat one.

Many people around looked over, including members of the Dongguo gang, passersby, and many... Thai gang members.

The Thai boxer trembled twice, not daring to back down, and suddenly looked coldly at Fang Zong.

The guy in the suit looks quite refined.