Since he didn't want to be wronged, Pan Long's only choice was to let the guys in this shop change their minds.

And what did he do?

In the previous life, there was a famous saying on the Internet, called "A person's persuasiveness is directly related to the size of his fist", and this sentence developed into "If you speak, others will believe it? Then you are probably pointing a gun at his head".

Pan Long certainly didn't have a gun on hand, but he did have a fist.

Just a casual punch that deliberately controlled the power, the red-haired guy was knocked to the ground, and the long fire fork in his hand also fell to the side.

After Pan Long knocked him down, he sighed and said, "I know people like you. If you can't make a name for yourself, you especially look down on those who can make a name for yourself. Seeing an Oriental person able to run to the West makes you feel jealous. That's why you're spreading rumors to slander me in order to satisfy your own jealousy, right?"

"No!" the guy blushed, rolled over and got up, and shouted, "You're talking nonsense!"

He replied with another head-on punch, knocking him to the ground again.

"It's a long, long way from East to West. Pan Long said, "I have crossed mountains, grasslands, deserts, and oceans. I've fought bandits, I've fought pirates, I've fought corrupt officials, I've fought fanatics who want to burn all heretics, and I've even fought demons who love to take people as sacrifices...... You're not far from it!"

The guy's face turned even redder, and he didn't know whether he was ashamed or angry. He stood up again, shouting meaningless syllables in his mouth, and rushed towards Pan Long.

So he was knocked to the ground for the third time.

If Pan Long was serious, he could have turned this disrespectful and racist kid into a mosaic with one punch, but he didn't want that result.

He came to this world to relax and have some fun.

I'm not here to be a perverted murderer!

So he deliberately controlled the power of his fists, and each punch knocked the guy down just right, but did not hurt the other party. Even the force and angle of the guy's fall to the ground were under his control. It will only hurt if you fall, not if you fall.

Of course, it is inevitable that there is a bruise or a swollen piece on the body.

Interestingly, after this guy was knocked down by him three times, he was not discouraged at all. He actually got up again and rushed towards him.

Pan Long was not polite, he rushed up a few times, and knocked him down a few times.

He still has some understanding of Western culture - because of the long-term war in the West, banditry prevails. When a person goes to a certain place, the best way to get friendly treatment from the locals is not to give them some gifts, but to beat them up.

Robbers do not respect moral elders, only strong and fierce people.

He didn't know if this kind of atmosphere was also prevalent in the world, but seeing that the first thing he encountered was a racist person, he estimated that he should follow the local customs by opening the way with his fists.

In just a few moments, the guy had fallen down and gotten up again, and got up and down a dozen times.

Normally, even if you are not injured, if a person is knocked down so many times, he should be bold and tremble. But he was the opposite, although he was a little confused, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the aura on his body became more and more vigorous.

Even now, his breathing became heavy and powerful, as if someone was pulling the bellows hard.

As he breathed, Pan Long seemed to vaguely see a spark beating between his mouth and nose, as if it was breathing fire.

(Huh, I met someone casually, wasn't it an idle person?)

He was wondering, when suddenly the picture in front of him flashed, and he saw several illusory images.

The first image is of this guy wearing armor and holding a tomahawk in each hand, leading a group of people to rush towards a large group of strange-looking monsters on the opposite side.

The second image shows him in rags, with a group of people who are also dressed like beggars, shouting in the streets, holding sticks, stones and even simply bare hands, rushing towards a tall building surrounded by many soldiers.

The third image shows him covered in blood, fighting desperately on the battlefield, surrounded by people wearing military uniforms similar to him, who have fallen to the ground. A large crowd of men in different uniforms surrounded him, and bright bayonets stabbed at him.

The fourth image shows him in his robe, shouting something to a group of people in the church, who are also excited, and their faces are flushed.

The fifth image shows him walking towards a glowing gate with a raging flame burning all over his body. Before leaving, he turned around and waved to this side.

Pan Long was about to take a closer look, when he suddenly heard another voice.

"Stone, calm down. Enthusiasm is good, but you need to control it. Otherwise, your inner passion will turn into a flame and burn you out. ”

As she spoke, a young woman in a simple dress and a heavy trench coat walked out.

She has Germanic blonde hair and blue eyes, and is tall enough to be taller than ordinary men, with a straight figure and a tough facial contour, outlining a strong and independent new woman. But her voice is quite soft, the kind that was commonly known as "soft girl's voice" in her previous life.

The appearance and voice form a significant contrast and cuteness, adding extra charm to this young woman who can be regarded as good-looking.

She walked over quickly, one hand on the shoulder of the man who was almost spitting fire. A faint white light flickered on her body, and then the man's excited expression gradually calmed down, and his expression slowly became calm and full of reason.

He looked at Pan Long again, and there was apology in his eyes in addition to fear.

"I'm sorry, sir!" he stammered, "I've had too much to drink tonight...... During this time, there were too many things like murderers and counterfeit drug fraudsters, and I was always a little nervous when I was on duty at night......"

Pan Long smiled: "It's nothing, people are always nervous in the face of danger." And I'm dangerous to most people. ”

He nodded to the fellow, smiled goodwill, and looked at the woman.

"What shall I call you, lady?"

"Moran. The woman replied, "Everyone calls me Miss Moran, and I run this 'Moran Bookstore.'" In the big city of London, with luck and a little hard work, you can barely get a place. ”

She looked at Pan Long, and there was a little doubt in her calm eyes: "Please forgive me for being presumptuous, but...... Sir from the East, it's interesting to roam with the Invisible, but it's not a good idea for you to appear on the streets of London in such a hurry. It's easy for the Bureau of Suppression to notice you. ”

Pan Long was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically: "Anti-suppression Bureau?"

"In the East, should it be called Jinyiwei, or Qin Tianjian? I'm sorry, I'm not very familiar with the situation in the East. Miss Moran said, "Anyway, it's a place for people like us to get into trouble." ”

Pan Long frowned and said, "Are the eagle dogs here — we all call them that way over there — so arrogant?"

"It's not very arrogant, after all, London is the capital of the United Kingdom, and the government always wants the Anti-Suppression Bureau to save some face for them. Miss Moran smiled, "If it had been in a place like Custer Bridge, perhaps the Anti-Suppression Bureau would have closed my shop a long time ago, or perhaps even I myself would have been arrested and convicted on even fabricated grounds...... Just like the burning of witches back then, as long as the reason is there, the crime can always be made up. ”

Jean Duck was condemned to a witch for just having a bathing habit and then burned to death. From a historical point of view, we should be grateful for the progress of the times. ”

Pan Long smiled: "Then, you must be able to give me some reliable advice." ”

"It's not reliable. "But if you want to live in London for a long time, you first need a permanent place to live, a stable job." ”

"I don't have to work, I'm not short of money. Pan Long said.

"People who have jobs are less likely to attract the attention of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. ”

"Okay. Pan Long nodded, "Then can you introduce me to a suitable place to live and work?"

Miss Moran nodded slightly, "Please follow me." ”

"Tonight, you can stay at Moran for the time being," she said. Tomorrow, my friend Norman will be here, and we'll talk about it and maybe find you a job that's less time-consuming. ”

"Mr. Norman, did this Mr. Stone mention Mr. Norman?"

"Yes, he's a good friend of mine. As partners in the pursuit of the invisible arts, we meet every week. "Moreover, he is a lecturer at Clayton University, and he has a lot more status than I do." ”

Pan Long followed into the store, where there were several rows of bookshelves, and the shelves were full of neat books.

He took a quick look and saw that most of the books were half-used and not new, and very few were new. It seems that this bookstore is a second-hand book business.

Fellow Stone was the last to enter, and he looked left and right to make sure there was no one else around, so he closed the door shut, but the latch didn't fall - it was evident that the shop was doing some night's business.

Pan Long thought of Miss Moran's words just now...... Obviously, in the United Kingdom of this world, there is an official organization called the "Anti-Suppression Bureau". This group is quite unfriendly to people who study transcendent knowledge in private. Moran's bookstore, on the other hand, seems to be a small stronghold of underground researchers.

He followed Miss Moran up the stairs at the back of the shop, and upstairs were three rooms, inside and out. In the innermost part was Miss Moran's bedroom, and in the middle was the living room, which was connected by a staircase, and to the living room, where the small kitchen was connected to a small balcony, and the glass windows were tightly closed, separating the balcony from the outside.

For a moment, he felt the blue or green light flicker in those glass mountains, and a light in the light danced, but it flickered and disappeared without a trace.

"Mr. Dongfang, what shall I call you?"

"Pan. Pan Long replied, "Just call me 'Mr. Pan'." ”

"Okay, Mr. Pan. Miss Moran said, walking to the sofa in the living room, pulling up the cushions on the couch, then flipping it over and lowering a pair of folded legs, so that the sofa became a simple bed, "I'm sorry that I have a poor nightstay here." Do you need something to eat? or a hot cup of tea?"

"No, thank you. ”

"So be it, please have a good rest. Mr. Norman visits here at about 10 a.m. every Saturday morning, so you have plenty of time to get a good night's sleep. ”

So Pan Long did what she said and slept well.

But he didn't really sleep until ten o'clock in the morning, and when he got up, the clock in the living room pointed exactly eight o'clock.

Miss Moran's bedroom door was open, and she must have gotten up to set up for the shop.

Pan Long noticed that the fog outside the window was heavy.

He already knew that the place he was in was London, England, and London was famous for its foggy capital, especially during the Industrial Revolution, when the fog was even thicker. It is said that at that time, there would be more than 300 days of fog in London out of 365 days a year, and the fog for more than 200 days was so thick that it was difficult to see pedestrians from a few steps away.

In contrast, at least he could see through the fog to the nearby streets and houses, and even Big Ben in the distance—today's fog shouldn't be too big.

He folded the sofa again, and went down the stairs, where he saw Miss Moran sitting in the shop, silently reading.

She still looked as calm as last night, and it felt as if this person had a cold feeling that was out of place with society. If you use the fictional characters who are more familiar in your previous life to describe it, it probably has a bit of a "tomb school little dragon girl" flavor?

Seeing Pan Long go downstairs, Miss Moran nodded slightly and said, "If you want to exchange some coins, or something else, please wait a while." Stone has already left work, but Iroh will soon be at work, and he can show you the way when the time comes. ”

So Pan Long also found a book casually, flipped through it, and waited for the person named "Ailuo".

This book is a geography book that introduces the geography of the European continent. From Pan Long's point of view, the content of this book is very simple and boring, and the whole book is lackluster, and it is not worth spending any time at all.

But he still flipped through it casually, too lazy to change another one.

Soon, a middle-aged man with Germanic blonde hair walked in unhurriedly, greeting Miss Moran and then asking if there was anything he needed to do.

"Mr. Iroh, Mr. Pan is a scholar from the East. Miss Moran said, "He needs British currency, and you take him to the antique shop nearby." ”

So Pan Long went out with this Ello, walked a street along the not-so-flat ground, and came to a shop located at a relatively open intersection nearby.

The storefront is much larger than Moran's bookstore, and the location is much better. Even with Pan Long's eyes, it can be seen that the "commercial value" of that store is far greater than that of Moran Bookstore.

But the chubby middle-aged owner of the shop was very polite to Iro. This kind of politeness is not a purely business courtesy, but a politeness with a clear sense of respect.

It seems that Mr. Iello is not an ordinary person......