Chapter 59: Young Hoodlum

  On the first day of arriving in T country, Du Le didn't rush to find a safe place to set up a transmission coordinate point, but instead used the hotel's internet network to inquire about things to note in T country and some places that could be considered.

  Du Le couldn't choose some places in T country where people gathered to live. Because in these places, he was a foreigner, and every move he made was the most likely to attract other people's attention.

  What Du Le needs most now is to keep a low profile and do things with caution, without leaving any trouble. Because even if Du Le has some incredible special abilities, he is still just an ordinary person from Hua country, without any power or influence. What worries Du Le the most is that he still has family members who need his protection. Therefore, he cannot afford to get himself into unnecessary trouble.

  Judging from the current situation, Du Le obviously cannot expect to buy grain completely from this side of the earth to relieve the refugees in Chu State. After all, international grain prices are too high and require a lot of gold and silver. So, Du Le has already decided that if he can't get grain at a lower price, he must find another way.

  After a day of exploration, Du Le's ideal hiding spot was Manchester's Chinatown.

  The Chinatown in Manchester was built 200 years ago, is an old town area of T country, not only the necessary settlement for overseas Chinese, but also one of the most prosperous areas in Manchester.

  Hiding in plain sight. Chinatown is not only crowded, but also dominated by Chinese people, so Du Le won't stand out here. More importantly, Du Le got some information that Manchester's Chinatown is a relatively prosperous hub for gold transactions. The streets are lined with gold shops, at least 70% of the stores are related to gold, and the volume of gold transactions there is huge. It's the most suitable place for Du Le to sell his gold.

  The next day at 10 am, after getting ready in the hotel, Du Le said goodbye to the travel agency staff and with the help of a hotel service staff, hailed a taxi.

  About thirty minutes later, Du Le arrived at the entrance of Manchester Chinatown. What appeared in Chinatown was a very familiar Chinese culture, such as Chinese characters that could be seen everywhere, some carved buildings, and many Chinese people shouting to buy and sell.

  However, Du Le didn't come to Chinatown for sightseeing or historical research, he had a mission to complete.

  After walking a distance in Chinatown, Du Le was somewhat disappointed, he didn't find the information he wanted.

  Although there were many Chinese people on the streets, they gave Du Le a strong sense of distance. This was because the Chinese people in Manchester would not show extra kindness to him just because he was a fellow countryman, but instead treated him as a tourist who could be easily taken advantage of. It was extremely difficult for him to find a good place to sell his gold. Du Le even suspected that if he accidentally revealed the gold from his space, it might attract some trouble.

  Having walked almost the entire block, and with dinner time approaching, Du Le had no choice but to stop his aimless wandering.

  Feeling a bit hungry, Du Le had no choice but to find a seat at a small restaurant on Chinatown. At least there's one advantage of being in Chinatown - the menu is written in Chinese characters, so he wouldn't have trouble finding something to eat.

  The restaurant is not very big, about twenty square meters in size, with chairs arranged a bit densely. Fortunately, when Du Le entered the door, it was not yet meal time, and there were not many guests.

  It was a coincidence that the boss was also from Dongnan Province, and the same dialect made Du Le feel a sense of closeness for the first time in Manchester. The boss's warm hospitality also made Du Le relax slightly.

  A plate of seafood fried rice, accompanied by a bowl of pork rib soup and several specialty snacks, Du Le began to eat voraciously in the restaurant.

  These days, Du Le has been under a lot of pressure, with too many things weighing on his shoulders. If it weren't for the nourishing effects of the Long Spring Technique on both body and mind, Du Le would have long since collapsed from non-stop transmissions and overwork.

  The fried rice tastes pretty good. After eating more than half of it, Du Le slowed down his movements and thought about whether he should go back to the hotel or continue strolling around.

  At this time, there were more and more guests in the restaurant, and it was getting noisier.

  At the table next to Du Le, three young men with rough clothing and dark skin caught his attention. They looked like thugs. What made Du Le feel strange was that they each ordered a drink and then stared intently at the passersby on the street outside, their expressions very vigilant. The people in the restaurant seemed to be wary of them, all of which told Du Le that they were definitely not good men.

  To avoid trouble, Du Le didn't dare to stare at them. He quickly finished the rest of his meal and drank the soup, planning to pay the bill and leave.

  No sooner had Du Le finished paying the bill and stood up than three people at a nearby table suddenly shouted at someone on the street outside, and in the next second they rushed out of the restaurant to chase after that person.

  The person outside heard the sound and instinctively glanced over here before quickly running away.

  Qin Xiang only felt that he was very unlucky, having just escaped a wave of pursuit, and coming out to find something to eat, he ran into one of Zha Gang's underlings.

  Life is full of unexpected events. If I hadn't been greedy and snuck into the warehouse outside the city to steal a laptop, and hadn't noticed that it was actually Zha Gang's warehouse, and then coincidentally discovered a stash of military weapons inside, I wouldn't have gotten into so much trouble. To make matters worse, Zha Gang and others are in cahoots with Manchester's police chief Bilai, and I'm guessing things won't end well for me.

  In short, if they were caught, they would definitely be dead. So when Qin Xiao heard Za Gang's subordinates shouting at him, his first reaction was to hurry and escape.

  However, after turning into two or three alleys, Qin Xiao was still unable to escape and was blocked by three thugs in a narrow alley.

  "De Ge, hello, I don't know what you want from me?" Qin Xiang, who had no way to escape, could only pretend to be a good boy and act foolishly to curry favor.

  "What are you running for? Did you take something you shouldn't have, and now you're guilty?" The thug called De Ge said as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoos on his hands, and walked menacingly towards Qin Xiang, his eyes fixed intently on him with a murderous glare.

  "De Ge, where am I being timid? Who in Manchester doesn't know that you, De Ge, are mighty and powerful. Isn't it because of your intimidating presence that I'm scared stiff......" Qin Xiang knew he was in trouble, constantly looking around for an opportunity to escape.

  "Cut the crap, Boss wants to see you!" Dege waved his hand and two other thugs rushed over to grab Qin Xiang.

  Qin Xiang was pinned to the ground, unable to move, and two younger brothers beat him up with punches and kicks.

  "I told you to run!" Dege kicked Qin Xiang's stomach heavily.

  Qin Xiang was beaten until he couldn't make a sound, covering his stomach and collapsing to the ground.

  Having grasped the target, Dege took out a mobile phone and dialed a number, calling for people to come over and take it away.

  De Ge and others did not avoid the gaze of many passersby, and they escorted Qin Xiang, who had a swollen face and nose, out of Chinatown and got into a van at the street corner.

  "Save... me..." Qin Xiang weakly cried out for help, but everyone around her retreated in a hurry, no one dared to get involved.

  Originally, Du Le had been warning himself not to get into trouble on the way, and he also wanted to avoid it, but after hearing Qin Xiang's cry for help, his heart inexplicably felt like being punched heavily, and he suddenly wanted to know what was going on.

  Du Le followed them. Fortunately, there were many people in T country who spoke English, and as an international tourist city, taxi drivers who spoke English were not uncommon. So Du Le easily found a taxi to follow the van.