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When people hear that you're from Brooklyn, they all instinctively cover their mouths and make a surprised expression.
It's as if you're a born criminal.
In such an environment, schools in Brooklyn are practically useless. It's more accurate to say that Chu Yang came here to just pass the time rather than to study.
Even so, the neighbors in the countryside were still very happy to hold a farewell ceremony for Chu Yang.
Moving to a big city, even the worst area, is a lifelong dream for some of them.
Chu Yang's high school wasn't very big; it was at least more shabby than any high school featured in a movie.
"Studying here is a complete waste of time!"
Chu Yang stood at the school gate, hesitating for a long time.
In the end, he left without looking back.
With less than $100 in his pocket, Chu Yang couldn't find a place to stay outside of Brooklyn.
So he spent $50 to book a room at a nearby motel.
"The problem now is how to make some money. We can't just slink back like this, can we?"
Chu Yang suddenly realized...
He has so many clones, yet none of them have any ability related to making money.
"You can only choose one: obey the law or make money..."
"Damn it, I'm not an American, why should I abide by American laws?!"
Let's go out and pull off a heist tonight!
Inspired by the example of Chu Yang soliciting tuition fees from thugs on the streets of London, Chu Yang felt that he also needed to ask those bad guys for some living expenses, and incidentally improve the security of the neighborhood.
After waiting at the hotel until dark, Chu Yang went out wearing a black trench coat.
Brooklyn's economy may not be as good as other places, but its entertainment is just as good.
Bright lights and revelry, a life of extravagance and indulgence.
Not long after Chu Yang left, he encountered several drug addicts standing on the street having a wild time, with laughter and shouts filling the air.
A few streets further on, bars start to appear more often, and you'll see groups of drunkards supporting each other, swearing, and vomiting everywhere.
Chu Yang waved his hand dismissively and chuckled, "Tsk tsk, the air is thick with the scent of freedom..."
Drunkards can be male or female. Generally, male drunkards are left lying on the street unattended, and they may be robbed by thieves hiding in the shadows.
The female alcoholic received a different treatment. She was surrounded by a group of "model young men" who fussed over her and asked after her. When she could no longer walk, they would immediately bend down, carry her, and run away.
If he were a wealthy gentleman with a car, he would simply throw her into his vehicle and then drive away in the swaying car.
Seeing this, Chu Yang couldn't help but sigh, "There are still many good people in America..."
Just as Chu Yang was about to cross this depraved street, he suddenly heard a shout and a group of tall, burly black men blocked his way.
"Hey, you yellow-skinned monkey, I've never seen you before. Are you new here? Do you know the rules?"
As they were talking, five or six black men surrounded Chu Yang, and two of them with dreadlocks were pressing folding knives against Chu Yang's lower back from behind.
Chu Yang laughed and said, "What rules? Tell me about them."
The black man in the lead was stunned for a moment. Chu Yang's reaction was completely unexpected. Normally, people of any skin color would have started begging for mercy.
This was the first time someone had asked him a question in such a serious tone.
The black man sneered, "Be honest and hand over your valuables."
"I have 50 dollars on me. You can take it if you want." Chu Yang shrugged and raised his hands. "If you don't believe me, you can search for yourself."
The black man, somewhat skeptical, directed his companion to search him.
They checked several pockets on Chu Yang's body and found only a few loose dollars worth of $50.
Many passersby chose to ignore this scene.
I walked quickly past this group of people with my head down.
The black leader, enraged, cursed, "Damn poor bastard, this is all the money you have? It's less than what I earn at work!"
Chu Yang looked at the black man with a sincere expression and asked, "What kind of work? Picking cotton?"
"Fake!!!"
The Black men were enraged and immediately swarmed forward!
Click~~~
That's the sound of steel breaking.
The two black men with dreadlocks looked down at the broken folding knife in their hands and fell into deep thought.
If you stab someone with a knife, how can the knife break?
When they looked up, they saw Chu Yang's kind smile and two fists the size of sandbags.
Boom!Boom!
Two Black men were sent flying, crashing onto the cold concrete with a dull thud that sounded painful.
Chu Yang can take down a kid with one punch.
In an instant, only the black leader of the gang remained, standing there with a small switchblade.
A cold wind blew by, and he shivered, looking so helpless and pitiful.
"Are you planning to use that knife in your hand to trim my nails?" Chu Yang said with a smile. "I'll pay you 50 US dollars to trim them cleanly, how about that?"
The black man decisively threw away the knife, covered his head with his hands, and squatted on the ground.
"Tsk tsk, newbie, don't you know the rules?"
Chu Yang repeated what he had just said. The black man reacted quickly, immediately taking out all the valuables from his pockets and putting them on the ground.
"get out!"
The black man felt as if he had been granted a pardon and ran away with a few of his henchmen.
Chu Yang picked up the money, counted it, and found it to be about 900 US dollars.
There was some powdery stuff on the ground, and Chu Yang stomped on it and crushed it a few times.
As soon as Chu Yang turned around, a man blocked his way. The man was very muscular and dressed in a well-fitting black suit.
"Well done, young man. Have you ever received professional boxing training?"
Chu Yang initially thought it was another troublemaker, but to his surprise, the other party's first reaction was to praise him.
He doesn't look like a bad person.
Chu Yang grinned and said, "Sir, I haven't received any training. It's just that those people are too useless."
"No training?" The man in the suit was surprised, then extended his hand to Chu Yang and said, "Hello, my name is Happy Hogan. Are you interested in becoming a professional boxer? I can take responsibility for training you!"
Happy?
Tony Stark's bodyguard?
The more Chu Yang looked at it, the more it resembled the guy; no wonder he looked so fierce.
Before meeting Tony Stark, Happy was indeed a boxer, and even after retiring from professional boxing, he still kept up with the sport.
He still harbors a dream about the boxing ring, and if he cannot realize it himself, he hopes that the boxers he trains can.
“Mr. Happy, thank you for your kind offer, but I have no interest in boxing.”
Chu Yang rejected Happy's suggestion.
Just kidding, how many people would he kill if he stepped into the boxing ring?
"That's a real shame." Happy shook his head in disappointment. In his opinion, Chu Yang was a one-in-a-million talent, and it was a real pity that he wasn't going to stand in the boxing ring.
Chu Yang reminded him, "Now is not the time for you to be looking for a boxer, is it? Isn't Mr. Stark still missing?"
Happy asked in surprise, "You know who I am?"
“I’ve seen it in the newspaper.” Chu Yang gestured. “You often stand next to Mr. Stark…”
"Ah~~~" Happy suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Your observation and memory are really good. You'd be perfect as a bodyguard."
As he spoke, Happy suddenly asked, "Do you have a job? If not, you can come to Stark Industries as a bodyguard."
Happy thought that he could try to keep Chu Yang by his side first, and then persuade him to become a boxer once they got closer.
“I can earn more than 900 US dollars a day here.” Chu Yang waved the money he had snatched from the black man.
"Haha, don't worry, young man, there's plenty more than you can handle!" Happy winked at him smugly.
joke!
Is there anywhere in the world with better treatment than Stark Industries?
"Then I agree!"
"I knew you'd agree! But wait a minute, I have important business to attend to here."
"It's okay, I'm free, I can go with you."