Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

The golden string vibrated, and countless golden lights radiated from it, occupying the world in front of Lincoln's eyes.

After a few seconds, the golden light gradually faded away, and then the hustle and bustle of the street reached my ears.

"A new world..."

Standing on the street, Lincoln's nose twitched slightly, and countless smells were inhaled into his nasal cavity, and then a vast amount of information emerged and analyzed in his mind.

Sound, smell, sight, what do they mean? Lincoln grasped the environment he was in in just a moment: "Tianjin during the Republic of China."

"Tianjin...the Republic of China...what kind of world will this be..."

"Hey, don't just stand there, you're blocking the road."

Just as Lincoln was thinking about it, a voice suddenly came from behind, accompanied by a vague sound of wind. Without a trace of hesitation, Lincoln turned his body slightly and casually popped out one hand, and his palm clasped the man tightly like an eagle's claw.

A slap on the wrist towards myself.

Shirtless, with coarse cloth vests, turbans tied on their heads and carts behind them, Lincoln could tell at a glance who these coolies were - cart pushers.

"ah!"

Lincoln's strength was not small. Even if he had no intention of hurting anyone, the strength in his hands could still make an ordinary coolie cry out in pain.

He paused for a few seconds before the group of coolies gathered around him and said, "Who are you? He's occupying the street and hurting people. Quickly let go."

Lincoln ignored them. He just looked at a person in the crowd and narrowed his eyes: "Geng Liangchen?"

"Geng Liangchen?" Upon hearing this name, the footman was stunned, and then turned to look at a coolie in the crowd: "Xiao Geng, do you know this person?"

"Ah?!" Geng Liangchen looked confused: "I don't know him!"

"He really doesn't know me, and I've only met him once before." Lincoln smiled, and pushed the foot that was about to kneel out of the way: "Be careful next time, don't hit anyone when you see it.

Want to push."

Lincoln retained more than 99% of his strength, but what was left was still enough to make his already painful and weak feet look disgraceful.

Reaching out to bring his men back, the foot-trading boss couldn't help but reveal a trace of deep thought in his eyes: "Are you a martial artist?"

"Not really, just a passerby." Lincoln waved his hand, then turned and walked into the crowd. The boss was silent as he watched.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think that guy is not simple."

...

"Geng Liangchen is still doing footwork, the plot hasn't started yet."

Lincoln looked up at the sky, and after a moment of silence, he reached out and grabbed a vendor next to him: "Do you know where Qishin is?"

"I know, I know, it's on the middle street of the German Concession. Hey, that signboard is really bright..."

Lincoln didn't listen to everything the hawker said. He had nothing in his pocket and took advantage of the hawker's enthusiastic explanation to run away without leaving a single person behind.

By the time the hawker came to his senses, Lincoln had already disappeared, leaving him with no interest in his eyes. He even breathed on the ground and said, "I won't give you a penny!"

In all conscience, was Lincoln not willing to give a tip? That was because he was poor and had no money in his pocket!

Oh, that’s not right, he still has some dollars in his pocket, dollars with the year 1940 printed on them...

Walking in the crowd and looking at the people passing by, Lincoln couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It would be great if a thief could come and steal my money at this time."

Pa~~

"Borrowed, borrowed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a short figure beside him pushed past and disappeared into the crowd. Although the contact was only for a moment, Lincoln still showed a smile on his lips: "Here he comes."

...

Street corner.

Xiaosi, who was short and had nimble fingers, glanced at the crowd outside, and then he had time to open his hand to see what else he was looking for.

Little bits and pieces that you can’t see the price of? No... wallet? Take out the money and throw away the wallet... Also, a wad of foreign currency?

Looking at the foreign currency with the word "20" printed on it, Xiao Si was stunned for a moment and looked at it repeatedly in the sunshine.

Since he entered this business, he has stolen money many times, but this is the first time he has stolen a beautifully made banknote like this. And this 20, is it possible that it is worth 20 oceans?

Thinking of this, Xiao Si's heart could not help but tremble. He opened his hands and counted them one by one, counting out a dozen banknotes.

"300,300 oceans!?" Xiaosi was completely confused. He looked outside again, hurriedly stuffed the money into his arms, and hunched over and ran towards his home.

In this era, if you don't join a gang, even a thief won't be able to work. He is organized, and he has to go back to find those big shots.

However, Xiao Si, who thought his actions were secretive, had no idea that the person whose money he had stolen was quietly watching his performance from the sky.

...

"Xiaosi? Why did you come back so early today? Did you catch a big job?"

Xiaosi raised his head and looked towards the courtyard: "Where is the head?"

"He's in the house, but the boss is in a bad mood today. If you don't have a lot of work, you'll have to endure it."

"Bullshit!" Xiaosi snorted coldly, crossed his arms and walked in.

People's hearts are not aligned, even if people are in the same den of thieves at the same time, there will be gaps between them, and because they have more direct economic interests, the relationship between them will only be worse than ordinary people.

Seeing Xiaosi walking in the door, the person blocking the way was even more sure that Xiaosi must have caught something. His eyes immediately turned red, but his mouth was filled with disdain: "Hey, isn't it just that I picked up a leak?"

, give you what you can!"

Inside the door, the boss had already heard the noise outside. Seeing the door curtain open, he lifted the big cigarette on the table and took a breath, then looked at Xiao Si with a comfortable expression: "Tell me, you

What did you bring me?"

"Here we come." Xiaosi walked forward with a flattering look on his face and took out a stack of fifteen foreign currency notes from his arms: "The whole fifteen pieces are all foreign money."

"Foreign currency?" After hearing Xiaosi's words, the boss became more energetic. He grabbed the banknotes and looked through them under the light.

The more he looked through it, the more surprised he became.

The basic skill of a thief is to identify items. Just from the touch and style, the boss can tell that the banknotes in his hand are definitely not inferior goods. They feel exquisite in style.

He hadn't noticed the issuance time on the banknotes, but he had already concluded in his mind that the banknotes in his hand were most likely genuine: "Only fifteen? No secrets?"

"No, no!" Xiaosi shook his head hurriedly: "How dare I get this foreign money? If I were found, someone would be killed."

"Coming to the door?" The boss snorted disdainfully: "Even if the King of Heaven comes, I can still let him lie in this den of thieves!"

"Yeah?"

Note: If you don’t know how to learn Chinese martial arts, but you know how to use spells, you can play martial arts.