To the north of Manhattan, Harlem, the area that straddles Central Park, is bounded by the Hudson River to the west and Fifth Avenue to the east, along with the Bronx, to form a terrifying neighborhood of horror.

At one time, there were many mansions here.

After the Civil War, as blacks moved in and whites moved out, European immigrants began to expand further north. World War I brought a large number of African immigrants, and by the time of the Harlem Renaissance, Harlem had become a black ghetto, and then after the Great Depression and World War II, Harlem was completely turned into a slum.

Theft, robbery, murder are the most frequent words here, and 'western medicine' is more of a circulating commodity.

Times Square is frequented by prostitutes and pimps, while Central Park has become a site of looting and rape, with homeless and Western drug dealers occupying abandoned buildings here.

Zhang Xiao followed behind the sweaty man with his arms covered, and the other younger brothers sent them here under the threat of gunpoint, but as soon as they got out of the car, they ran away.

"What about your gang? Right here? It doesn't look very large," Zhang Xiao looked curiously at a not very large factory in front of him, at most similar to the previous workshop.

Covering an area of about a few hundred square meters, the three-story steel structure, with mottled walls and ceilings, looks old and old.

"That's right, if you're very strong, it's really hard to do anything like stealing money from street performers."

The man's face was distorted, half in pain, half in anger.

On the way here, the young Asian man had been talking to him, and he didn't know where he had learned trash talk, and he didn't even survive a few minutes of trash talk that he had fought for an entire block.

His words weren't swearing, but they always made people half dead.

When he arrived at the place, the thug was already mad, and he ignored his arm that had just been violently broken, and shouted out of his mind:

"Wait, my brothers will gag your filthy mouth and throw you in the!"

Zhang Xiao made a gesture of please, and took a few steps back:

"Call people, the more the merrier."

Seeing this Mexican stumbling, like a bear child who was in a hurry to go home and complain, Zhang Xiao also walked in slowly, and his heart was full of joy at the moment.

It seems that he saw a lot of dollars and waited to harvest them.

He also thoughtfully closed the big iron door of the factory.

Close the door and hit the dog!

Reisman, the boss of the Mexican gang, only wondered if there was something wrong with the whole world.

His subordinate "Tessie" had nothing to do to rob an Asian kid who was performing on a street for a measly $200.

(The ranks of Mexican gangsters are divided into "Auroro" and "Waco", "Mafia", "Tessie" and the usual men.) ）

As a member of the largest Mexican mafia in the United States, "La Eme", he is also an excellent heir to the family, and came to New York only for a secret deal.

Raisman was silent for a long time, unable to understand why his subordinates would do such a thing, if it was in Southern California, even if this Tammy tried to tie up the Asian kid and chop him alive, it would be a trivial matter for "La Eme".

But now is the critical time!

"Are you sure that kid isn't undercover? Or bait? ”

Lesman rubbed his chin, the black top hat on his head swayed, and the freshly shaved stubble was a little blue, he was not a fool, and he dared to come to the door alone, there must be something to rely on.

Although he doesn't know what 'there must be a demon when things go wrong', Rayman knows that no one in their right mind will chase the gang to their lair.

'Taimy' hugged his shoulders, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sure, boss, he's definitely not an undercover agent or an FBI, and he won't be a bait, I can smell the stench on them a few streets away."

This kid is an Oriental, a lowly yellow-skinned monkey, no matter how good his English is, but as soon as he speaks it, everything is exposed! ”

"Orientals?" Reisman put his mind at ease, who doesn't know that the Chinese gangsters are now in the nest, and ordinary Chinese are even weaker, and if they provoke them, they can be regarded as provoking cotton, but the Chinatown is not easy to touch.

Reisman felt that this group of educated and skilled but bloodless Chinese was simply a strange species, they came out of that ancient oriental country and frantically criticized everything in the motherland.

Going around preaching the American Dream, shouting about lighthouses and stuff like that, as if you can become a white man and gain the approval of the people around you.

But who cares? No one wants to hear you say that the motherland is bad because 'it's none of my business'.

After a brief consideration, Reisman finally made up his mind that the dignity of "La Eme" should not be desecrated, and since the Asian kid injured his own people and dared to come alone, then he was obliged to let the Asian kid know why the Mexican mafia is the most brutal gangster in the world!

"Catero, you take a few people out and get him done quickly, we still have big things to do, damn it, that person won't say anything, but I know that something big must happen in New York."

Raisman waved his hand irritably, as if to drive away some pesky mosquitoes, picked up the cigar, took a deep puff, let the cigar smoke linger in his mouth, and then slowly exhaled it.

Only in this way can he calm his mood a little.

Catelo said yes twice and walked out with a few men.

It seemed that only a short moment later, Rathman heard a few angry scolding and screams, and he was shocked, what happened?

Then the iron door of the room creaked and twisted, and then it seemed to be kicked by an elephant, and the great force caused the iron door to break away from the hinge and fly out like a cannonball.

With a loud bang, the iron door slammed into the wall, and even smashed cracks one after another, before falling to the ground.

Rathman looked horrified at the footprints on the door, which did not look big, maybe not even forty yards, but they were deeply imprinted on the iron door, showing the terrifying power of his master.

"Good afternoon, everyone—"

Then he saw a slightly childish Asian teenager walk in, wearing the most common jacket and jeans on the streets of the United States, and a pair of ordinary sneakers on his feet.

He had a kind smile on his face, just like the kind he often saw on Chinese faces.

Rathman was still in shock, but his men were quick to react.

"Wow"

All the people in the room stood up, pulled out their guns and pointed them at the Asian boy who had just walked in.

Then something that he couldn't understand happened, and the boy's body seemed to light up, like a golden lightning bolt shuttling back and forth in the room.

The speed was unbelievably fast, and in just a few breaths, all his men fell.

Then the Asian kid walked over with a kind of excitement that made him shudder.

Rathman's heart was trembling, why was he excited?

"Where's the money? Hand it over? ”

I don't know why, when Reisman heard that he only needed money, he actually let out a long breath, as long as he wasn't a pervert.

But then a kind of anger and fear arose in his heart, what happened, why did his men all fall in an instant?

"Again, what about the money?"

Silently, Raisman pulled out a suitcase from behind him, he did carry a large amount of cash, which was originally intended for the middleman, but. The situation is stronger than the man.

As a member of the family that runs the gang, he knows that staying alive is more important than everything.

At this moment, three men in suits appeared behind the boy out of thin air.

How did it come about?

Raisman's eyes slowly widened as he found himself in contact with the secrets of the world.

The boy turned back and said in a very confused tone:

"Why did you guys get out? I didn't use magic! ”

Magic? Magic??

Could it be that this boy is using magic?

Yes, it must be so, otherwise how could he dare to come to the door alone?

Raisman's breathing became more and more rapid, and at this moment he had only one thought in his heart, to do everything he could to find these people who could do magic, since he could learn from me, could I?

Just learn the magic. Then it is entirely possible that he will stand on a higher place!

Then he heard a white man in a suit rub his forehead in some distress and sighed:

"Zhang, I know, you didn't use magic."

Sheet? That kid is called Zhang? This is an important clue! Rathman made a secret note of the name.

"Then why did you come out? I don't have any violations! ”

"No, no, Zhang, we have just been informed that the organizing committee has just held an emergency meeting with Muggle researchers, and the money you have obtained is not in accordance with Muggle law.

That's what they call black money, and that's why we came out. ”

"So my money can't be used?" Rathman noticed that the teenager named Zhang was disappointed.

The man in the suit nodded seriously:

"Yes, Dumbledoreto I'll give you a word, the way to judge whether the funds can be used is whether the local government and laws recognize them as legitimate income, even if you obtained the money in accordance with the law, but the money is not legal in the first place."

Zhang Xiao was dumbfounded, of course he understood what Dumbledore meant, and he also knew that Dumbledore was specially saying to himself that this time it was indeed not other headmasters who were playing tricks, but it was indeed not in line with the rules.

He turned his head to look at Rathman:

"Tell me it's the money you've earned from your hard work!"

Rathman looked at him confused.

The American Auror sighed and smiled bitterly: "Zhang-"

"Just kidding - it's a pity."

Zhang Xiao shook his head, looking at Reisman's fat pig-like head, which was not pleasing to the eye, and the teardrop tattoos on his body fully exposed how many people he had killed.

If it weren't for the global live broadcast, I really wanted to gag him! Anyway, this gang of Mexican gangsters, there must be no wrongs in killing them all, he thought about it, and suddenly punched, and a soft force poured into his body along the fist.

"Bang" Lesman fell down slowly, his face was abnormally flushed, Zhang Xiao picked up the suitcase and patted it:

"I don't need to, but I can take it, right?"

The American Auror glanced at the fallen Reisman without any indication, Muggle only, and Muggle criminal, he nodded:

"But you can't use the money to profit directly or indirectly for yourself."

Zhang Xiao walked towards the door with a suitcase:

"No problem—"

Watching Zhang Xiao's figure gradually disappear outside, the three Aurors glanced at each other, and the figures of the other two slowly faded and followed, leaving only the American Auror with both hands pinching his waist, shaking his head, and taking out his wand to start the memory modification package.

[Forget it all]!

A stunned expression gradually appeared on Rayman's face, and the Auror's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, oops, it seems that there are too many deletions!

With a deep sense of confusion on Neville's face, he looked down at the thick stack of dollars in his hand.

$1750!

And these dollars seem to have the ability to reproduce, more and more.

"Sifu, this is my tuition—please take care of—"

Several skinny white students bowed down respectfully and offered their tuition fees with both hands, one for 100 and two for 50.

"Oh-well, you-you go to Benjamin's first, and learn the basics."

Neville numbly took the money, and the white student left happily with irrepressible joy on his face.

How did it come to this?

He turned his head and looked at the open space not far away, where the 'big disciple' Benjamin was wearing a practice uniform embroidered with the word 'Wudang' behind him, and was seriously teaching others how to correctly collide with the family in front of him—it was the personal lean in Tai Chi.

Anyway, he just agreed to teach Benjamin a few tricks, and then he announced the news in a loud voice, and soon someone came to the door.

The general process goes like this.

"You're the kid who knows Chinese kongfu, you look like the sissy next door to me, come on! Come on, sissy, hit me with your fists! ”

"Ahhh——————!hh

"Silk Fu! Please take me as a disciple! ”

This scene looped many times in a day, and before Neville could figure it out, there were now almost 20 of his disciples, and they would call for friends.

Income of more than $2,000 per day.

Neville shuddered, his round face showing not excitement but distress.

He was afraid.

People who are afraid that they will lose Wudang.

I. If you are not good at learning, can you really teach good people?

"Hahahahaha! Yes, Neville! ”

Master Zhou raised his head and crossed his waist, smiling extremely unrestrained, he never thought that his named disciple would start spreading the influence of Wudang so quickly.

Looking at a group of foreigners wearing practice clothes embroidered with Wudang, not to mention how funny it is.

The Celestial Master squinted at him:

"How? I'll just say I didn't lie to you at the beginning, right? Neville, this kid can. ”

"Count your old donkey with a conscience!" Zhou Zhangmenle's eyes narrowed into a slit, and it wasn't really profitable, but it was comfortable to see his sect being sought after abroad.

"By the way, why did your grandson go, how did he go to the consulate?"

The Heavenly Master moved his gaze to the screen, but saw Zhang Xiao leisurely carrying a suitcase and walking into a building with a five-star red flag fluttering.

watched Zhang Xiao walk directly to the front desk and put the suitcase on it.

His voice came out clearly from the magic speaker:

"Hello, donate to Project Hope."

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)