West Coast Aesthetic Iaido

"Hey, sir."

In San Francisco, Luo Su, who had just come out of the Italian Mafia Company, suddenly saw an Asian man with black hair, black eyes and a somewhat unshaven beard in front of his eyes.

This person seemed to have not taken care of his personal hygiene for several days, so when the other person was closer to Luo Su, Luo Su could smell some special smell.

"Stop, who are you?" Luo Su, who stopped the other party from approaching, frowned and asked the man.

"Hey"

The other party tried his best to put a smile on his face, bent his waist slightly, and whispered: "Sir, I haven't eaten for a day. Can you see if you can."

After the other party said these words, Luo Su roughly guessed the identity of this person. He should be a 'Run man' who smuggled himself from Asia.

Because this kind of people come here illegally, they do not have any official status or social benefits, so it is more difficult for them to live. Even if they work illegally, they cannot obtain full benefits from their work.

There is a Chinese-American community near the Los Angeles Airport. It is not considered a Chinatown, but because there are so many Chinese-Americans gathered there, many local signs and slogans are basically in Chinese only.

Such an area is of course also a gathering place for ‘Run people’ in the Los Angeles area.

They have no relatives in the local area and their identities are black households. Therefore, like the Asian in San Francisco in front of them, they have no normal working status at all and can only rely on the surrounding Chinese to survive.

Perhaps it was because of Luo Su's appearance that he looked somewhat Asian, so he was directly approached by the other party. If it was an African American, this group of people would most likely not dare to come forward and ask. After all, those black guys usually don't have a good temper. If they are angered, they will most likely get a beating.

In this land, if you are beaten into the hospital, since there is no medical insurance, it will be a large amount of unnecessary expenses, which of course is what they try to avoid.

However, even for Asians, there will be a group of people who come specifically to exploit them. After all, money comes quickly. For some gangs or idlers, squeezing these new "Run people" has become a common practice.

This group of people charge money for introducing people to rent a house, charge money for helping with phone cards, charge money for introducing jobs, and even charge money for helping to buy goods.

After some operations, the "Run people" who were already suffering from money problems became even worse.

"no job?"

Luo Su glanced at the thin Asian man in front of him, who seemed to be in his thirties or forties, and suddenly spoke to this person in Chinese.

"Ah? Are you Chinese?"

After hearing Luo Su's Chinese, the man suddenly became happy and stopped speaking in somewhat stuttering English.

"Huh, is that true?" Luo Su knew that there were a lot of prosperous people in San Francisco, but he didn't expect that he would meet one just after arriving, "Don't you have a job?"

Facing Luo Su's next question, the smile that had just appeared on the man's face suddenly dimmed, and he said to Luo Su with some disappointment: "There is a way, it is, it is."

Maybe it was because what he wanted to say was a bit difficult to say, so the other party was obviously hesitant when talking about it.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Luo Su stopped talking. Instead, he raised his legs and walked around the other party, preparing to drive Mobley's pickup truck away.

Luo Su had seen this kind of person in Long Beach City, and it was not unusual, so he had no idea of ​​seeing it as strange. Since the other party is not going to continue talking, there is certainly no need for him to waste time.

"Sir! Sir!"

Perhaps it was because he finally met someone who could communicate with him, so when he saw Luo Su preparing to leave, that person quickly chased after him, blocked him in front of Luo Su, raised his hands, and fiddled randomly. He stood up and said, "Sir, it's like this. My money was robbed by an old gangster an hour ago."

"But you know, we don't have identities, so we don't dare call the police."

This person's words are quite consistent with their status. When this group of people encounter something, most of them do not dare to report it to the local police.

When Luo Su was in Long Beach City, he had never received any police information from such people.

Luo Su had already put his hand on the door handle of the pickup truck. After hearing what the other party said, he paused and said to the man: "Then go to him directly."

For Luo Su, it was not him who robbed this person's money, nor was he a police officer in San Francisco, so these matters were beyond his control.

"cough."

The man coughed lightly, looking a little embarrassed, "He, he is very strong, he seems to be a member of the local gang, I..."

Although this person likes to talk half the words and keep the other half, and his words are a bit hesitant, Luo Su still heard the key point, that is, the other party is a bit strong, and he does not dare to ask for his money back.

Perhaps he knew that his words made Luo Su unhappy, so before Luo Su could speak, the man quickly added: "How dare I provoke him as an unidentified person."

After saying this, Luo Su also stopped opening the door and said in unison: "So you want to find an Asian to help?"

"Ahem, yes, sir, look, can you help me? I only need money for one meal. I'm really hungry." At this point, the other party was still a little embarrassed. Perhaps in the original country, the other party had never been so embarrassed.

Luo Su stared at the other person, leaned against the door of the pickup truck, crossed his arms, and said to the person: "To be honest, I don't like people like you very much."

As soon as Luo Su said these words, the man suddenly seemed very discouraged. He knew that today's meal might not be available again.

"Why."

After sighing, the man lowered his head, turned around and prepared to leave.

"stop."

When the man turned around to pick up a bag on the ground and leave, Luo Su suddenly stopped the Chinese man again, and when the man turned to look at him, he continued: "I can't help you, but I I can introduce you to a man in Long Beach, Los Angeles, who should keep you alive if you can find him."

"Huh? Los Angeles? This"

Los Angeles is hundreds of kilometers away from San Francisco, but he doesn't have a penny on him. Getting to Los Angeles is simply a fantasy. He probably would have starved to death on the road before he even got to Los Angeles.

"Well, it's up to you whether you want to go or not."

Seeing that the other party was hesitant, Luo Su opened the car door and prepared to drive away.

"I'll go!" Perhaps he saw this was an opportunity, so the other party walked back in two steps, put his hand on the car door and said to Luo Su.

"Very good. Go to this place and find a guy named Ismail. Just say that I asked you to go there and he will make arrangements for you."

As Luo Su spoke, he took out a pen from the co-pilot's side, picked up a slip at random, and wrote the location of Ismail's bar on it.

"Okay, okay, thank you sir."

Although Los Angeles was hundreds of kilometers away, whether that person could get there was still a question, but after having hope of living, he hurriedly thanked Luo Su.

"Don't thank me, it's all business."

Ismail, a group of Mexicans, is relatively easy to get along with in Mexico because of their language and appearance. They also have their own team on the border to get some contraband from Mexico.

If this person could survive there, Luo Su wouldn't mind giving him a chance. Although Luo Su already has an informant in the Blood Gang, Besili, but that guy is not too smart, and the information he collects is not very useful, so finding a Chinese with a better head than the black guy is a big deal for Luo Su. is a good idea.

And this person is easier to control than Besley, a formal citizen.

Of course, the premise is that this person can survive. From San Francisco to Los Angeles, it is more than 500 kilometers, which is still quite challenging for that penniless person.

‘On November 27, I met a Chinese with blue eyes, who seemed to be a mixed race? But it’s all important. I can’t live anymore. The identity of the other person is none of my business. However, he asked me to go to Los Angeles, but I didn’t know whether I should go or not. ’

On the X platform, the ‘Runren’ who just watched Luo Su leave started his online diary career again.

Because this person has been hanging around at the bottom for a few dozen days since he came to the United States, and he can provide some jokes from time to time, so he has basically become an electronic pet in China, the type that needs to be browsed online every day.

[Hey, Xiao Chen, have you found your savior? 】

【go! Why don't you go, that's Los Angeles, go pick up the money! 】

[I told you not to post selfies, but you didn’t listen. Damn it, I’m so ugly. I’ll pay you. 】

[Are you going to Los Angeles? Don't starve to death on the road. I advise you to look for a trash can, this is more reliable. 】

This person just posted his online diary on the X platform and already received several comments.

He was already used to this kind of comment. At the beginning, he would reply a few sentences, and even communicate with the other party online to find a sense of presence.

But as time went by, when this man couldn't even eat, he was too lazy to say anything to these people on the Internet.

The most important thing for him now is to eat. If he can't even fill his stomach, as those comments just said, one more person may starve to death in San Francisco tomorrow.

‘Damn America, everything is completely different than what you think it is. Do I really have to dig through trash cans to live my life? My pride is hurt. ’

[Don’t get hurt, you can’t afford the medical bills. 】

[If you can’t afford it, it’s just a small matter. Can you get in line? I heard that these things require reservations for several weeks, and the wounds may be healed by then. 】

[He went to a shitty hospital. He had no money and no medical insurance. I saw him for two days and we had to change his number. He would definitely starve to death. 】

[No, what if he goes to Los Angeles and really becomes famous? 】

[Do you really believe it? Maybe it was a hallucination caused by his flashback. 】

‘It’s not an illusion! I'm going to Los Angeles! ’

After making up his mind, the man stood up suddenly and walked to the nearest trash can and began to rummage through the food inside.

A few hundred meters away, Luo Su parked his pickup truck on the side of the road and used his rearview mirror to observe the performance of the 'Run Ren'. 'It looks like this guy should be able to roll all the way to Los Angeles. ’

But what Luo Su didn't know was that since he left Chinatown, he had been followed by Korean gang members on the road. Since Chinatown is only one street away from the Italian Mafia business, the Korean gang members were now I also happened to see the entire conversation between Luo Su and the man named Chen Run.

"Should we take him back? This guy should be a stowaway and has no identity."

The idea of ​​​​Korean gang members is very simple. If I can't cure Luo Su, I can't cure you?

Although Luo Su is very strong and can defeat several of them by himself, who do you think you are? If you are a stowaway, no one will take care of you if you catch him.

"Okay, catch it."

After the few people made up their minds, they ran straight towards the Chinese man.

The stowaway who had just communicated with Luo Su did not expect that someone would be watching him. At this time, he had just dug out half a donut from the trash can. Just when he was feeling happy, there was a gust of wind behind his head. Sweep suddenly.

Before the man could feel why the gust of wind suddenly appeared, a Korean gang member's fist hit him on the right side of the face from the red side.

"ah!"

The Chinese stowaway who had just grabbed half a donut screamed and fell to the ground.

"You, who are you? What are you doing!"

The Chinese on the ground were terrified and shouted to the Korean gang members.

"Shut up! Do you want to die?"

The leader of the Korean gang shouted low, and after stopping the Chinese stowaway who was about to yell, he continued: "Do you know that person just now?"

The target of the Korean gang members is very clear, that is Luo Su who just beat them up. But what they didn't know was that the Chinese who had been knocked to the ground in front of them actually didn't know Luo Su's name. He didn't even pay much attention to Luo Su's appearance. If Luo Su came over after a while, It may take him a while to see clearly.

In such a situation, the Chinese on the ground was obviously confused by this question. He looked at the other person cautiously and whispered: "Item, I don't know who he is."

"Snapped."

The Korean gang member slapped the stowaway on the ground on the head again and glared at him, "How can you not recognize that person? You have been talking to you for so long without knowing him?"

Since these people were observing Luo Su and this person just now, they completely watched the conversation between the two. Judging from the length of the conversation, it didn't look like they had just met each other.

"Ah!" After another scream, half of the donut in the stowaway's hand fell to the ground and was stepped on by a Korean gang member.

"you!"

Seeing the food in his hand being stepped on by the other party, the Chinese stowaway on the ground suddenly yelled. He hasn't eaten this kind of sweet food for a long time. He finally got it today, but it's gone like this!