American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Qi Shan was stunned for a moment, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

Yeah, how could a city like this be without rats in the gutter?

Suddenly, sensing something with his superpower, Qi Shan subconsciously wanted to take a step to the left, but he forcibly resisted, even actively picking up the third tri-color dumpling.

Just then, another little boy suddenly appeared behind the fat woman. This little boy seemed even thinner, but his figure was even more agile.

He suddenly jumped down from the roof, landing directly on the fat woman. The fat woman yelped and fell to the ground, and the small bag she had been tightly clutching in her hand rolled to the side.

"Damn it, who is it? Another thief, you stop right there!"

The little boy did a somersault in the air, kicking the small bag up with his toes, grabbing it with a flick of his wrist, and even had the leisure to make a face at the fat woman.

Only then did he flip backward twice in the air, turn around, grab the tri-color dumpling in Qi Shan's hand, and give a big smile while flipping.

Then, with a series of somersaults, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The landlady of the tri-color dumpling shop exclaimed in surprise: "Customer, your tri-color dumpling has been snatched!"

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In the southeast corner of the capital, in a slum occupied by shantytowns, two children met at a predetermined location.

The two of them just looked at each other, each showing a faint smile, shaking the spoils in their hands, and without any communication, they ran together into the corner.

Many people lived in the slums, but the environment was even more desolate.

Basically, no one could be seen. As far as the eye could see, there were rows of dilapidated wooden houses, which at first glance were built haphazardly with randomly found old materials.

Occasionally, people in tattered clothes could be seen lying on the ground, either sleeping or staring blankly, wandering around aimlessly.

The two children had a clear purpose. They twisted and turned, passing through to a small courtyard built with dilapidated furniture.

Pushing open the door and walking into the crumbling wooden house, the two stood behind the door, carefully observing the surroundings to make sure no one was following them. Only then did they look at each other and walk into the kitchen one after the other.

They carefully lifted a stone pot, climbing into the stove one after the other.

The older child held up the stone pot, gently fitting it back into its original position, perfectly aligned. The two children disappeared just like that.

After the vision was completely dark, the smaller child took out a self-made fire starter from his arms, shaking it gently, and the flame burned again.

Using the faint light, he confirmed the location of the stairs, descending along the stairs made of yellow mud.

After walking down about five or six meters, a heavy wooden door suddenly appeared in front of them.

After the two pushed it open, it turned out to be above the sewer.

Following the rope that had already been tied, they slid down one at a time, walking left and right for five or six minutes on the edge of the sewer stone platform, where a foul odor assaulted them.

They came to a place that was obviously spacious and had good ventilation, pulled open the circular iron door embedded in the wall, and inside was a dimly lit, elegant little bar.

As soon as the circular iron door was pulled open, a round bald head popped out. Seeing that it was two little boys, the bald head's vigilant eyes disappeared again, revealing a simple and honest smile, and said: "Roku and Kuro, it's you!"

"Brother Dumen, I knew you were on duty today, take this, a gift specially prepared for you!"

The smaller child suddenly took out a tri-color dumpling from his arms and handed it to the bald head with a smile.

The bald head's eyes were a little surprised, and he took it with a smile: "You guys are thoughtful!"

"Thoughtful my ass, these two little guys are very clever. They have already figured out your temper. They know that every time they bring you something, no matter how expensive or worthless it is, you will insist on treating them to a meal!

For them, they just randomly snatched a tri-color dumpling and can get two plates of curry rice for free. If I were them, I would do this every day!"

The one who spoke was a man dressed as a samurai sitting inside drinking wine, with a haggard, unshaven face and a ponytail pointing to the sky, directly flung to the back of his waist.

The samurai uniform had been washed until it was pale, but he still insisted on wearing it. His socks were snow-white, and he was stepping on a pair of sandals that were obviously woven, looking a bit down and out.

However, judging from the bloodthirsty katana placed on his table, it was clear that this guy was not a good person either.

The bald head didn't care, and smiled honestly: "Intentions are equal, everything else is secondary!"

Roku was a little unconvinced, glaring and said: "Short Sword Samurai, do you have too much free time? You come to drink in the middle of the day every time. Aren't you afraid of running into a master when you work at night and getting chopped up directly?"

The down-and-out samurai opened his eyes halfway, and said lazily: "Two little radish heads who haven't grown up yet, with a new signboard, I might as well care about yourselves!

Relying on picking up a Chakra Refinement Technique and cultivating a part of the power specifically used by ninjas, you have become so bold that you openly rob things in broad daylight.

Do you really think that the guards are just eating for free?

They are just too lazy to pay attention to you!

When you kick on a steel plate, you will know how difficult these guards who are just posing and acting like big shots are!"

Roku and Kuro puffed up their cheeks in anger, staring at him fiercely.

The bald head smoothed things over and said: "Okay, you can't beat him anyway, why bother sulking here? Old man, Roku and Kuro are here again!"

"Coming!"

With a shout, a tall and burly old man, like a bear, walked out of the lounge inside.

His beard and hair were all white, his face was full of wrinkles, and even his skin showed obvious sagging, but the parts exposed on the outside were a large number of overlapping muscle blocks.

His elbow was thicker than Roku's waist, with distinct muscle lines, full of strength.

It seemed that a punch could smash out a meteorite crater.

Seeing this old man, everyone present showed a look of respect, and Roku and Kuro respectfully called out 'Old Man'.