This clerk's young man's name is An Yingzhe, and he is a member of the Arctic tribe of Longhua nationality. He wasn't tall and always had a smile on his face.

Wang Zhifei became acquainted with him and asked him with great interest: "Xiao An, how long have you been in the Eastern Wa Kingdom?" ”

An Yingzhe said with a smile: "I came here at the beginning of last year, and I have been working in this store to earn some living expenses, and I am still in school during the day. ”

Wang Zhifei said: "Then you are hard enough." ”

Ahn Young-chul said: "I'm not afraid of hard work, but I'm afraid that I won't have money to live and go to school. Nowadays, there are many fewer foreign tourists during this time, and the tourism industry in Ukyo has declined. Business in our small restaurant is not good either. ”

Wang Zhifei sighed secretly, it seems that the impact of this meteorite crash is still quite large. He was about to talk to Xiao An a few more words, when there was a shouting from there. An Yingzhe hurriedly replied in Japanese, and then turned to Wang Zhifei and said, "Zhifei, you sit down for a while, I still have to be busy here." We'll talk when we have time. ”

Wang Zhifei nodded. After a while, Ahn Young-chul came over with a tray with a large bowl of ramen. I saw him hurriedly pick up the ramen bowl with both hands, gently put it on the table, and said, "Zhifei, how about you taste our noodles here." So saying, he ran away again.

Wang Zhifei also smacked his tongue when he saw such a big bowl of noodles. The food in his impression of the East Japanese is a small portion, which is very exquisite.

Wang Zhifei also held the noodles in front of him as Xiao An's example, but as soon as his hands touched the noodle bowl, he was scalded back by the hot bowl. He grinned and shook his hands, saying in his heart that this Xiao An was too rough and thick-skinned, and he held such hot noodles like this but nothing happened.

Wang Zhifei tasted the ramen and thought it tasted very good. He gulped down.

After a while, An Yingzhe came over enthusiastically and asked, "Zhifei, what do you think of the taste?" ”

Wang Zhifei took a sip of soup and said intoxicatedly: "Xiao An, I think your ramen is so delicious." I could have another bowl. ”

An Yingzhe listened to it and was about to give him an order, but Wang Zhifei hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Stop, stop, I'm joking." I can't eat such a big bowl. Hey, by the way, this bowl of noodles is so hot, I think how can you just serve it? You're not afraid of getting hot, aren't you? ”

Ahn Young-cheol scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Maybe it's because I've practiced it, I'm not very afraid of heat now." ”

Wang Zhifei chatted with An Yingzhe for a while, left each other's contact information and paid the bill and left the store.

After being full of wine and food, Wang Zhifei walked around for a while before slowly pacing back to the hotel.

On the way back, he didn't go back the way he came, but chose an alley with the intention of taking a shortcut.

There are no people in the alleys, the roads are full of garbage and debris, and the lights are much darker than the main roads outside. He was a little uneasy, but he still walked over with a hard head.

Suddenly, several dark shadows burst out and surrounded him in front of him.

A hoarse voice spoke viciously in the Japanese language.

Wang Zhifei has a bad heart, this is a robbery. He glanced back and forth, and found that there were two people in front of him and two in the back, and his heart sank, and it seemed that he could not easily escape.

Wang Zhifei had the courage to say, "Who are you? What do you want to do? ”

The two men in front of them looked at each other and let out a strange laugh. One of them said in a broken Longhua language: "Longhua people, hand over the money." ”

Wang Zhifei hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll take the money." Don't hurt me. He reached into his coat pocket, slowly pulled out his wallet, and opened it as if to see how much money he had.

One of the guys saw Wang Zhifei take out his wallet and stretched out his head to look at it. Wang Zhifei coldly punched this guy in the nose and kicked him to the ground with a slam kick. Dash forward from neutral.

Several hooligans who robbed the road were caught off guard by Wang Zhifei's hand, and they shouted loudly. They didn't care about picking up their companions, and chased directly in the direction where Wang Zhifei ran.

Wang Zhifei was annoyed, he regretted that he was too careless and did not take the big road. Seeing that the hooligans were chasing after him, he had to speed up his pace.

A few guys chased after him, and Wang Zhifei had no choice but to walk through the streets and alleys without a head. This section of the road is very remote, and the time is very late, there is not a single pedestrian or vehicle on the road.

Slowly, Wang Zhifei was a little physically exhausted. Suddenly, he tripped under his feet, and his legs went limped and he fell to the ground.

The three hooligans from behind caught up with him panting, and beckoned to him with their fists and feet.

Wang Zhifei protected his head and face with all his strength, and carried it several times in pain. A scoundrel pulled a knife out of his pocket and cried out again: "Money! ”

At this moment, a loud shout came from a distance.

Several hooligans were stunned, and Wang Zhifei also took the opportunity to get up, but he had no strength to stand up, so he could only climb to the corner of the wall and gasp against the wall. He cried out for help: "Help! And he added: "HELP!" ”

A stocky figure ran quickly towards this direction.

"Zhifei, is that you? Are you okay? "It turned out to be An Yingzhe, whom Wang Zhifei had just met, who rushed to save people.

Wang Zhifei seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, he said: "Xiao An! Be careful, they are numerous and have knives. Run, leave me alone. ”

An Yingzhe was not afraid, and said loudly: "Zhifei, don't be afraid. I'll deal with them. Then he rebuked the three hooligans in the Japanese language.

A rogue monster screamed and punched Ahn Young-chul.

I saw An Yingzhe not dodging or dodging, and stretched out his hands and grabbed the hooligan's fist.

When Wang Zhifei saw it, he secretly screamed in his heart. Although Ahn Young-chul grabbed the gangster's hand this time, it was obvious that he had not practiced kung fu and had no fighting skills. The hooligan sneered, and his other hand was about to punch Ahn Young-cheol's chin.

Wang Zhifei shouted in a lost voice: "Xiao An, be careful!" ”

But before the rogue's fist could be raised, he withdrew his hand with a scream, and fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

Another knife-wielding hooligan screamed viciously and stabbed Ahn Young-chul with a knife.

Ahn Young-chul was a little panicked, and he dodged the knife in embarrassment. Several times I wanted to reach out and pull the hooligan's hand, but I was forced to dodge.

Wang Zhifei endured the pain and lifted the garbage can on the side of the road and smashed it at the hooligans who were fighting with An Yingzhe.

The trash can was smashed into the hands of the hooligans, and the knives in the hooligan's hands fell to the ground.

Ahn Yingzhe grabbed the knife and held it in his hand, but he didn't step forward. I saw that he shook the knife and threw it at the hooligan.

The knife was thrown very slowly, and the scoundrel flashed, and the knife fell weakly beside him. The hooligan glanced at Ahn Young-cheol mockingly, picked up the knife, and planned to give the two of them some color. But as soon as he picked it up, he wailed in pain, and the knife was still on the ground.

The hooligan looked at his hands in disbelief, a puff of green smoke still coming out of his hands, and the smell of roasted meat wafted up. Apparently, his hands were burned.