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I returned Ye Yun to her hometown, advising her on a few things to be cautious about, such as only staying on the first floor and ensuring there were no weapons inside. Ye Yun's hometown is in a rural area of Zhenjiang, where the air is quite good; perhaps this really is a good place for healing.
After dropping off Ye Yun, I headed back to Suzhou. After a brief discussion with Wang Tieniu about our itinerary, I drove back to Donghai City. On the way, I booked a flight to London for the next morning. By the time I arrived in Donghai City, it was already evening, and Qin Hai delivered my passport to me.
In short, it was all quite hectic.
However, since I had taken on the case of the Cursed Ring, I needed to find some answers, especially since this case was ultimately about that piece of jade.
I lay down on my bed for a nap and woke up early. I felt refreshed; a couple of hours of sleep was enough for me to recover. I tidied up my things and got up to start exercising.
After working out and taking a shower, I grabbed the necessary documents and headed straight for the airport. I bought my ticket and boarded the plane to London. Boarding was a bit troublesome because I wanted to bring my handgun, but coordinating with the gun permit requirements in England was necessary. Eventually, Chen Shan came personally to help me check it in. I took a flight at seven in the morning that lasted over ten hours, and when I arrived in London, it was still morning.
Damn it.
Fortunately, I had rested well and didn’t need to deal with jet lag; however, other passengers clearly looked a bit groggy.
I checked the time and adjusted my watch; it was just past ten in the morning in London.
I hailed a taxi and headed straight for Avery Manor.
At the foot of a large bridge, the taxi came to a stop, and the driver spoke to me.
I looked ahead and asked, "Is this Avery Manor?"
The driver replied, "I'm sorry, sir. You need to cross this bridge and then go through that square to reach Avery Manor. This area is called Tata Town, and taxis from our city are not allowed to enter."
"Ah?" Although I had passed my English Level Four exam, it was still quite challenging to understand. I managed to grasp the taxi driver's meaning and asked, "Why?"
The taxi driver mumbled something about environmental protection, tourism development, and how only bicycles were allowed. In any case, I didn't fully understand, but it seemed that this town was a tourist destination where taxis were not permitted. Even private cars could only follow specific routes, similar to a pedestrian street.
I paid the fare and got out of the car, walking across the bridge into Tata Town.
As expected, the town was indeed a tourist spot, filled with various ancient European-style buildings. The streets were bustling with people, many of whom appeared to be Asian; I couldn't tell if they were Chinese, Japanese, or Korean.
As I walked through, I reached a square where a flock of white doves circled in the air, and some people were feeding them.
"Hey, brother, come experience the peace of the doves circling!" A European man blocked my path.
I paused for a moment, not fully understanding him, then nodded.
The man handed me a handful of corn kernels and gave me a thumbs-up. "Brother, God bless you."
I scratched my head, thinking how friendly these Europeans were; it was quite nice.
At that moment, the surrounding doves noticed the corn in my hand and swooped down towards me.
They circled around my hand without fear and landed on me to snatch at the corn kernels.
I quickly tossed the corn onto the ground, and the doves flocked over to eat eagerly.
I'm not a child; I don't enjoy playing these kinds of games.
I carried my bag and continued walking.
"Hey, brother, thank you for feeding those Peace Doves. You've contributed to world peace, and Jesus will bless you," the European White Youth from earlier approached me again.
I nodded at him and prepared to walk away.
But the White Youth blocked my path again, extending his hand. "Brother, corn kernels, one euro."
"More money?" I was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly, thinking: This is easier than begging! One euro, eight yuan—I could buy eight kilograms of corn kernels with that!
I took out a euro and handed it to the young man.
However, he still blocked me. "Brother, you misunderstood. One kernel is one euro. There are eighty kernels in a handful, so that's eighty euros."
I was furious upon hearing this. What a scam! This was worse than being ripped off by shrimp or crabs!
"What do you mean?" I glared at the young man. "Do you think I'm easy to bully? Do you think we Chinese people are easy targets? You really think it's over a hundred years ago?"
I pointed at him, genuinely angry. I never expected to encounter such things abroad, and this was even more outrageous than the Qingdao Prawn incident.
While I was fuming, several more people approached—more White Youths with big noses and blue eyes, all wearing tattered jeans and sporting tattoos around their necks. Seven of them surrounded me; clearly, they were all in cahoots.
"Kid, if you take something, you have to pay for it. Don't you understand that? Even if you call the police today, it's the same principle!" one of the White Youths sneered at me.
The seven of them closed in on me; it was evident that if I didn't pay up, I wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
Although I was furious, I felt utterly frustrated at that moment. There were seven of them, and they were clearly stronger than I was. Even if I could take on two or three, there was no way I could handle four, and against seven, I would just be trampled.
Damn it!
I was enraged. I pulled my handgun from my backpack. At this point, I didn’t care about their ridiculous laws; even if I got caught, I couldn’t swallow my pride.
I aimed the gun at the young man and growled, “I’m not paying! Do you think we Chinese people are easy to bully? Do you think we’re all pushovers? I’ll break your legs right now! I have plenty of money; I just won’t give you eighty euros!” With that, I kicked him right in the groin.
He let out a howl and collapsed to the ground.
The others immediately surrounded me, and I swung the gun around to aim at them. “Come on! Let’s see if I dare to pull the trigger! Damn it, there are always scumbags around. Do you really think this is like back in the days of the Eight-Nation Alliance over a hundred years ago? Screw you, foreign devils!”
People nearby turned to look at us.
The young men glared at me.
The one on the ground struggled to get up and shouted, “Come on! Shoot me! Let’s see if you dare!”
He seemed furious as he approached me.
I hesitated for a moment but kept the gun trained on him.
Just then, a figure rushed over and with a loud “bang,” kicked the young man right in the head.
He rolled several times before collapsing to the ground.
I looked and saw a woman, a Caucasian with long, wavy golden hair. She was wearing simple jeans, but the moment she moved, I knew she was skilled.
After kicking one of the young men away, she swiftly followed up with another kick to another person's waist.
Seeing how fierce she was, I immediately put my gun into my backpack. Then I executed a sweeping kick, knocking down one of the larger guys, and followed it up with a kick to his head, knocking out one of his teeth.
I had taken care of two people on my side, and when I looked back at the woman, she had already knocked down the remaining five individuals.
Her legs were long, and with one hand in her back pocket, she walked over to the leader of the group, the White Youth, and stared at him.
The White Youth clearly recognized her; he exclaimed in terror, "Sister Mona, I'm sorry Sister Mona, I... I didn't mean to..."
Mona lifted her foot and brutally kicked the White Youth's ankle, pressing down hard.
He screamed in pain.
Mona looked at him and said, "I've let it go this time. If you do anything like this again, I'll break your legs. I don't like to go back on my word!"
The White Youth clutched his ankle and cried out; it seemed his ankle bone was completely shattered.
Mona snorted coldly and turned to leave.
The people around began murmuring among themselves.
I stepped forward to follow the woman as we both walked outside.
After walking a few hundred meters, the woman stopped in her tracks.
I immediately stepped forward and smiled, "Thank you, heroine."
The woman turned back, glanced at me, and then without a word, continued walking ahead.
She was quite attractive, really; this is not an exaggeration. Her face lacked the freckles common among British women, and her skin was fair. She resembled Keira Knightley, the actress from Star Wars: Episode I and Pirates of the Caribbean.
Perhaps she wasn't overly sexy; her chest was just a bit above the average size for British women, but she possessed a delicate beauty.
At least from the perspective of Chinese aesthetics, she was indeed very good-looking.
I scratched my head. This woman seemed a bit too noble and aloof. I thought it best not to bother her; if it came down to a fight, I certainly wouldn't stand a chance against her.
This woman was skilled; of course, it was within a normal range of ability—like a female agent who could easily kill an ordinary person. Unlike Su Mingyue, who was a legendary master with extraordinary skills, capable of scaling walls and leaping over ten meters. Could she be considered normal?
I watched as the woman's figure grew more distant and sighed. Forget it; I needed to focus on my business. I couldn't let a beautiful woman distract me from what I had to do.
I looked around and then walked toward the street side where a police officer was leisurely riding a large horse.
I approached him and said, "Excuse me, sir, could you help me with something?"
The mounted officer saluted me and dismounted. "Sir, how may I assist you?"
"I'd like to go to Clara Street, number eighteen. Could you tell me how to get there?"
"Sir, just go straight along this road, turn left at the second alley, and at the end of that street, you'll find Clara Street," the mounted officer pointed out.
I nodded and walked in the direction indicated by the officer.
Tata Town, as a tourist destination, despite its irregularities, had a vibrant atmosphere. The streets were lined with various shopping spots and an array of unique buildings, cafes, and more.
I arrived at Clara Street. According to Ye Yun's instructions, the Old Butler, Old Peter, lived at number eighteen on Clara Street. If I could find him, I should be able to uncover why Void's Trace was cursed.
The housing space in England is quite ample. While Chinese people are often crammed into high-rise buildings, the residents of Tata Town live in houses with gardens.
I reached number eighteen. The gate to the yard was wide open, but the front door was tightly shut, suggesting no one was home.
I hesitated for a moment at the entrance before stepping inside. Approaching the front door, my finger hovered over the doorbell.
Just as my finger was about to touch the doorbell, I suddenly stopped. There was Ghostly Energy on the doorbell!
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