Chapter 23: Sour Teeth

  Jin Hu is attracted to the woman on the screen, nowadays young people who have seen fewer movies, and this movie is erotic but not pornographic, that's what it means to have standards. The picture is also absolutely stunning, even with a touch of fantasy.

  Currently, I'm lamenting that even the Americans' pornographic film standards are higher than those of our so-called big-name stars. This is really unbearable. Before Jin Hu could continue to scold those incompetent things in his heart, he heard a faint cry and turned to see a woman who had just entered, shaking her shoulders and sobbing softly.

  "Since the door is open, just go," Jin Hu said to the woman. The woman who was sent over had a good appearance, and in popular terms, she was a beauty with a pretty face and figure. However, her crying made Jin Hu feel a bit annoyed. Many men would be at a loss when faced with a beautiful woman's tears, but Jin Hu was not one of them. From childhood to adulthood, the only person who could make Jin Hu feel helpless with her tears was probably his mother. This was a special skill that mountain village mothers used to deal with their sons, and it might not even work on their husbands.

  When the woman's son was young, he would encounter someone with a bad temper and might even get kicked twice. Along with that, she would say: "You're crying for no reason, your father is not dead yet." Of course, the woman's temper was also explosive, it was like a battle. If there were many brothers in her family, they would run to their sister-in-law's house and come together to ask about the law, and if they didn't agree on one thing, they would start fighting. The brothers would beat up the husband severely, but the woman would still complain that he was beaten too lightly, and if he was beaten too lightly, the woman would not be satisfied. It was a test of the brothers' skills.

  The son grew up, and the old man's temper got worse. In nine out of ten cases, it would escalate into a fight between the father and son, with someone pulling them apart while they both cursed at each other.

  In a poor and remote village, every day is spent eating one's fill and having nothing to do, so they just look for excuses to fight.

  Jin Hu's family has never been violent, and my temper is considered good. I never hit Jin Hu's mother, at most I would just slam the door and leave, which is considered a relatively good temper in our village.

  Seeing that the woman didn't stop, Jin Hu became even more annoyed, and he kicked her lightly with his foot: "Hey! I'm talking to you, open the door!"

  The woman turned around, as if a pear blossom in the rain: "I can't go out, going out will get me beaten!"

  Jin Hu was taken aback, and subconsciously asked: "Are you Chinese?" Then he thought: Isn't this a waste of words? This is the United States, and someone who speaks Chinese so fluently must be Chinese. The woman nodded and reported her hometown. Jin Hu had never heard of it before, furrowed his brow: "Did they force you to come here?"

  The woman said: "It's hard to find a job here, I borrowed some money from them, but I couldn't find a job for a long time. Even if there was work, it was short-term and the money was never enough to repay them. They forced me to come here and do this, saying that if I didn't do it here, they would sell me to a place run by South Americans, or else they would call immigration officials to send me back."

  "Then you won't go back? There's no work to be found here, what's the point of staying?" Jin Huo sat up on the bed, lit a cigarette and asked.

  The woman shook her head and said: "I'm not going back, my family already knows I'm living a good life in the US, if I go back, I want to make enough money to return with dignity."

  Jin Hu was stunned, this is Mao's logic, would rather be a prostitute here than go back home? After thinking for a moment, he said to the woman, "You can stay, when you want to leave, just leave!" He then took out two tickets from the bedside cabinet and handed them to her: "Take these, if anyone asks, say I gave them to you. Get dressed and go to one side, don't disturb me watching TV."

  After watching TV for over 40 minutes, I turned around and saw the woman asking: "Why are you still here? It's already this late, can't you leave?"

  "Oh!" The woman finally stood up from the chair and walked towards the door. When she reached the doorway, the woman said to Jinhu: "Brother, you are a good person."

  "This is none of your business! Hurry up and leave!" Jin Hu said to the woman, gesturing for her to close the door.

  Watching the woman's figure disappear at the door, Jin Hu shook his head. The good impression he had of Qi Ye just now was reduced by a few points. If someone with a deep grudge pushed the Avenger's woman into a fire pit, Jin Hu couldn't say anything about it. This debt of yours is really not worth mentioning in terms of morality, and you don't even have the power to protect your own people in a foreign land. You only know how to oppress your own people for money, and just talking about this makes me feel that you're not very impressive.

  Lying in bed thinking for a while, he fell asleep sprawling all over the place.

  "Tiger! Get up!" Jin Hu heard someone calling him from outside the door, still drowsy. He opened his eyes and got out of bed to open the door. It was Hu Fei standing at the door with a sly smile on his face.

  "Young and healthy is good but don't be excessive, have self-control."

  Jin Hu was taken aback for a moment, and only then did he understand what Hu Fei meant. He shook his head: "I'm not happy at all!"

  "How can't that woman see it in her eyes?" Hu Fei followed Jin Hu into the room and closed the door with a swing of his hand.

  Jin Hu directly walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth while telling Hu Fei about what had happened.

  Hu Fei said, "This is too normal, don't be too idealistic." Leaning against the door of Jin Hu's bathroom, he continued, "The South American mafia oppresses South Americans, the Korean mafia oppresses Koreans. Do you think the Italian mafia doesn't oppress Italians? If they don't develop from their own community and go to other racial communities, that's not morality, it's stupid! Don't just listen to those people's nonsense in the newspapers, saying that Chinese gangs will oppress immigrants! Other gangs are all the same, they're all bullshitting!" After finishing speaking, he rubbed his three fingers together, making a counting money gesture: "This is their law!"

  "I just complained a bit, you said so much" Jin Hu put away the toothbrush after rinsing it clean and wiping his face.

  Hu Fei sighed: "I'm worried about you being here, you're a bit too simple and idealistic. The woman you mentioned, I think she can't even last a month, her pants are off faster than they're on."

  Jin Hu walked to the door and said with a smile: "You got up early just to nag me about this?"

  "I'm not that bored, I just finished eating and wanted to go out with you for a bit," Hu Fei said, putting his arm around Jin Hu's shoulder as they walked out the door. Then he whispered in Jin Hu's ear, "Later on, don't hold back and show off a bit, this place is all about fist power, don't let people look down on you." Then he proudly said to Jin Hu, "You think they respect me so much and call me Fei Ge, but here except for one Double Flower Red Stick, no one else is my match!"

  Jin Hu looked at Hu Fei and said, "Not to mention anything else, Brother Fei, your fists and feet are really not my match."

  "Go ahead and blow then! I admit that my bow is not a match for you, but can't this scout handle your scattered shots? I haven't put mine down all day!" Hu Fei said with a smile, glancing at Jin Hu.

  Two people chatted and walked like this. Hu Fei took Jin Hu through the large hall from yesterday to a small dining room for breakfast. After eating, he couldn't wait to take Jin Hu to the training ground behind him, wanting to teach Jin Hu a lesson.

  Jin Hu and the others entered the training hall, where more than 20 young men were already inside, bare-chested and paired up to punch sandbags. Each of them was sweating profusely, seemingly having trained for quite some time.

  The entire boxing arena is not small, at least several hundred to thousands of square meters. With twenty or so people inside, it looks empty. In the middle, there are soft mats about 5-6 cm high and 6-7 meters long and wide.

  Hu Fei walked to the side of the mat and said to Jin Hu, "Everyone stretch first?" As he spoke, he started taking off his jacket. Jin Hu also took off his jacket and began warming up on the side. After twisting his waist, Jin Hu asked Hu Fei, who was not far away, "Brother Fei! Are you bringing your legs?"

  "If you like it, then use it!" Hu Fei said confidently.

  Jin Hu threw two quick punches in front of Hu Fei, then lightly jumped off the ground over 40 centimeters high, with his knees alternating like lightning, followed by several hook punches opening to the left and right, before landing beautifully on the ground.

  Hu Fei looked at Jin Hu and said: "No knees allowed, no legs allowed."

  Watching the movements of the two, the people around knew that they were going to compete. They also saw Jin Hu put down the sandbag in his hand just now and came over to watch the excitement with human nature.

  "Get us two pairs of boxing gloves," Hu Fei said to a young man with a green streak in his hair who had gathered around.

  "Alright!" The man heard and turned around to walk away. Before long, he brought back a pair of boxing gloves for the two of them.

  "Here I come!" A young man beside Jin Hu hastily picked up a glove to help Jin Hu put it on: "My name is An Wei, that move just now was too cool, can you teach me?"

  Jin Hu took a look at the young man, and his eyes were still on him. There were no tattoos on his body, just an earring on his ear, which was more than anyone else. He nodded: "I'll be staying here for a while, if you want to learn, it's okay." When Jin Hu said this, An Pei's hands moved even faster.

  The two men put on their boxing gloves and stood on the mat, hugged each other's fists, and took up their stances.

  Jin Hu had been dodging Hu Fei's punches from the start, and every time he dodged, he would lightly tap the third rib on Hu Fei's left chest. Hu Fei threw over twenty punches but couldn't even touch Jin Hu's sleeve, let alone land a hit.

  The seventh time being hit by Jin Hu on the chest, Hu Fei jumped out: "No more fighting! I'm not your opponent" After finishing, he gestured to the person next to him to untie his boxing gloves: "You little monkey, you're too good at dodging".

  Jin Hu smiled and stretched out his hand towards An Wei, who walked over with a smile to help Jin Hu remove his boxing gloves.

  "Good kung fu!" A loud voice came over, and Jin Hu followed the sound to see a robust man in his thirties walking towards him, with people clearing a path wherever he went.

  Less than 1.7 meters tall, with a short haircut on top of his head, no tattoos are visible on the exposed parts of his body, his entire skin has a bronze color, his two eyes are bright and spirited, he looks like a martial artist at first glance.

  He walked up to Jin Hu and clasped his fists together: "I am Ning Guoquan! Your younger brother's excellent martial arts skills, I wonder who the great master is that taught you?"

  Jin Hu was so fed up with this person's pretentious words that he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. This wasn't a scene from a Jin Yong novel, did they really need to speak like this? It was exhausting! However, not wanting to offend anyone, Jin Hu still cupped his fists in respect: "Jin Hu, I've followed a wandering Taoist priest and learned some insignificant and shallow martial arts." As soon as he finished speaking, he almost felt his teeth ache from the sourness.

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