Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1028 I want to pay tribute to Huo Yuanjia today!

In the morning, in the free city of Pattaya, in the south of the city, there is the newly rebuilt beachfront villa area.

Today is the first day of the third ninth day of the lunar calendar. It is raining continuously in Pattaya. The rare cold wind is blowing and it is freezing to the bone.

As luck would have it, Moran happened to fall ill. He had a high fever and a cough so severe that he was bedridden.

"Madam, I've cooked chicken and vegetable porridge for you. You can eat some of it, otherwise you won't be able to bear it just by taking the medicine."

Light footsteps sounded, and Amei walked in quickly carrying a bowl of hot porridge, her anxious tone full of worry.

My sister's name is Xue Liwen. She was accidentally rescued by Du Weiguo on Hong Kong Island a year ago. At that time, she was just a skinny little girl with yellow hair.

Less than a year after arriving in Pattaya, after being nursed back to health by Mo Lan, she has already become a slim, fair-skinned and pretty girl. It is estimated that even Du Weiguo would not be able to recognize her in person.

Moran slowly opened her eyes, shook her head feebly, and couldn't help but cough twice. At this moment, her face looked extremely haggard, with a sallow color mixed with a sickly blush.

"Ahem, I have no appetite, Xiaowen, go and get me a glass of water."

Mo Lan thought Amei's name was rustic, so he always called her Xiaowen.

"Oh, alright."

Amei responded, quickly turned around and trotted out, poured a glass of warm water and returned to the bedside:

"Madam, let me help you get up and drink water."

After drinking half a glass of water, Moran regained some energy and managed to sit up and lean on the bed. Amei quickly used pillows to cushion her lower back and carefully put a scarf on her.

Moran patted her hand and said softly:

"Xiaowen, I'm fine. You've worked hard to take care of me these two days. Go and have a rest."

"Madam, it's not hard for me at all, but you have lost a lot of weight."

Amei rubbed her back gently, her tone full of distress. Moran treated her very well and would never be arrogant and put on airs again. She had already taken this as her own.

Moran forced out a wry smile and laughed at himself melancholy:

"That's not good. I was gluttonous some time ago and gained a lot of weight. I have grown fat on my waist. If I become thinner, I will treat it as losing weight. This will save him from being disgusted with me."

The man Mo Lan refers to is of course the scumbag Du Weiguo. Amei helped Mo Lan straighten his messy hair and comforted softly:

"How could it be? Madam, you are so beautiful and radiant, just like a fairy from heaven descending to earth. It's too late for Sir to love you?"

Although Amei is simple by nature, coaxing is a woman's instinctive talent, so she can naturally complete a sentence. Molan shook his head helplessly:

"What kind of fairy comes down to earth? Xiaowen, let me tell you, the flowering period of women is very short, and I am already old.

Besides, your husband is a carefree and inconsiderate person. He never lacks women around him. I think he has forgotten about me a long time ago. "

Perhaps because of illness, Moran was in a pessimistic mood, with a sense of self-pity and sadness. Amei opened her mouth and was about to speak when a clear man's voice suddenly sounded outside the door:

"That's nonsense. Who said I forgot about you?"

Following the sound, Du Weiguo opened the door and walked in at a leisurely pace. However, when he saw Mo Lan, he frowned and asked with concern:

"Triss, what did you do? Why did you lose so much weight?"

"Du~Wesley, you, how did you get in?"

When he suddenly saw Du Weiguo, Molan's first sense was not surprise, but surprise, and a strong sense of unreality.

After the villa complex was rebuilt, nearly 600 people were deployed to guard the perimeter of Moran's residence. The light and dark sentry sniper positions alternated at random, leaving almost no blind spots.

Moreover, the Night Demon lives downstairs from her and is guarding her 24 hours a day. If someone enters the villa, there is no reason why he cannot find it.

"Boom!"

As if to confirm Moran's guess, the next second, hurried footsteps sounded in the corridor outside, and then Joseph, a night devil covered in cold sweat, rushed in like a cheetah carrying an MP5.

Joseph was an expert in the spiritual field. Although he was taught good marksmanship by Huo Wei, he could not use it at ordinary times because basically no one could get close to him.

Today was an exception. When Joseph sensed the presence of Du Weiguo, everyone had already appeared in front of Mo Lan, which made him sweat and sweat.

"First, sir!"

Seeing Du Weiguo, Joseph was stunned, surprised and happy.

The heart that was raised was instantly put back in the stomach. If it is Mr., then everything is indeed possible.

"Well, Joseph, you are good, you react quickly!"

Du Weiguo held his shoulders and squeezed them affectionately. The boy had gained a lot of weight recently and was as energetic as a calf.

"Molan, your security measures are pretty good. Even if I wanted to sneak in silently, it would be useless."

Du Weiguo turned to Mo Lan, and while speaking, he reached out and touched her forehead:

"The fever is quite severe. Have you taken any medicine?"

Moran still feels a little unbelievable about Du Weiguo's sudden appearance:

"Wesley, is it really you? You, why are you here suddenly?"

Du Weiguo sat down next to Mo Lan, pulled her into his arms, and picked up the porridge bowl on the bedside table.

"Of course it's me. I missed you and came here. Why are you so thin? You must not have eaten well. This porridge smells delicious."

It wasn't until this moment that Du Weiguo noticed Amei standing beside the bed and briefly recognized her:

"Hey, you are A-mei, you have grown so big? You have become beautiful. Did you cook this?"

Hearing his confession, the eyes of the two women turned red almost at the same time.

Holding Du Weiguo's strong arms, Moran's vision blurred rapidly, his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Amei wiped her eyes in disbelief and choked up: "First of all, sir, I am Amei, do you still remember me?"

"Of course, sister, I happen to be hungry too. Please help me get some food. Joseph, did you press the alarm just now? There's chaos outside. Go out and comfort yourself."

At this moment, outside Moran's residence, the entire villa area was boiling.

Countless capable men wearing black special operations uniforms, full-face helmets, and fully armed were gathering from all directions at a very fast speed.

These men are all Moran's bodyguards. The main body is the surviving veterans, and the other hundreds are selected from tens of thousands of mercenaries.

The equipment imitates the blood skeletons of the Freemasons. They are well-trained and powerful in combat. They are definitely the elite among the elite.

"Oh, oh, okay, sir, I'll go right away~"

Joseph and Amei both came from miserable backgrounds and were very discerning. They immediately understood what Du Weiguo meant, replied almost in unison, and hurriedly exited the room.

"Tell me, you came here suddenly without saying a word. What are you going to do?"

After everyone left, Moran also regained his composure, his eyes were heavy, he suppressed his cough, and asked hoarsely.

Du Weiguo shook his head helplessly:

"Nothing happened, Mo Lan. I really just missed you and wanted to see you. Come and have some porridge."

While talking, Du Weiguo scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Mo Lan's mouth. She was so flattered that her whole body went numb.

By the way, since her fateful encounter with Du Weiguo in Sijiu City 2 years ago, until now, when has there ever been such a tender moment?

In the beginning, their identities were opposed to each other, they plotted against each other, and they were intrigues. Later, Du Weiguo was forced to leave the country. Although it was not directly caused by her, it was inseparable from her.

Then, as Du Weiguo and her status became higher and higher, they got together less and separated more often. Every time they met, they only glanced at each other because they had something to deal with.

Therefore, although there is no lack of intimacy between the two people, there is always a layer between them. They are not like lovers, but more like close partners.

The pyrotechnic warmth between ordinary couples is the dream that Moran always looks forward to but always eludes when dreaming back at midnight.

Chewing the warm vegetable porridge in his mouth, looking at the gentle expression and gentle smile of the man in front of him, Moran could no longer hold back, and tears poured down like a flood breaking a bank.

"Woo~"

She jumped directly into Du Weiguo's arms and cried loudly.

Du Weiguo naturally understood the pain in her heart, sighed secretly, and gently stroked her hair:

"Mo Lan, why are you crying like a child? You are the queen of Pattaya. How embarrassing would it be if others saw this? You will lose all your power." "I, I don't care~ Wu~ Du Weiguo, Can you always be so kind to me? I, I am also a human being, and I will be tired~"

Moran cried so hard that he choked with incoherent sobs and vented all the grievances in his heart.

After a while, maybe because he was tired from crying, or maybe because he felt particularly reassured with Du Weiguo by his side, Mo Lan fell asleep after taking a few mouthfuls of porridge.

Du Weiguo gently covered her with the quilt, wiped her forehead with compassion, and then exited the room.

As soon as I reached the stairs, I saw A-mei standing there timidly and said softly:

"Sir, I have prepared the food. Do you want to try it?"

"Okay, let me see what delicious food you made for me."

Du Weiguo smiled and rubbed her little head. Amei suddenly felt like a kitten being touched by its owner, and her happy eyes narrowed.

Amei's cooking skills are quite good and she moves quickly. In just a short time, she made a table of meals.

Four dishes, braised beef brisket, stir-fried pork with chili, steamed horsetail fish, seared cabbage sum, one soup, lotus root, chestnut and pork ribs soup, white rice.

These are relatively ordinary meals, but the heat is rising and the aroma is fragrant.

Du Weiguo impatiently picked up a piece of beef brisket and put it into his mouth. It was soft, tasty and salty. He immediately gave a thumbs up and praised with a smile:

"It's delicious, delicious, and my sister is so good at cooking. In such a short time, you've prepared so many meals and they're so delicious. It's amazing!"

Amei blushed with embarrassment and explained softly:

"No, the beef and soup are all prepared in advance. I plan to let Madam eat them for lunch."

Du Weiguo said vaguely while taking big mouthfuls of rice:

"Yeah, yeah, it's delicious. Sister, Tris is so lucky to have you take care of her every day and be able to eat such delicious food."

Seeing Du Weiguo enjoying the delicious food, A-mei's heart was so happy that she almost exploded with joy. Her face turned red and she said shyly:

"Sir, if you like to eat, I can cook it for you every day."

The food really suited Du Weiguo's taste. The key was the taste of home-cooked food, which he hadn't had for a long time.

While he was talking, Du Weiguo had already finished a large bowl of rice and picked up the empty bowl:

"Mei, please help me get another bowl of rice."

Amei took over the job, feeling happy and helpless:

"Sir, you are eating too fast, which is very bad for your stomach. Take two sips of the soup to smooth it over."

Du Weiguo smiled heartily: "Hehehe, okay, okay."

While his sister turned around to go to the kitchen to add some food, Joseph quickly came over, lowered his voice, and asked in a sly voice:

"Sir, what are you going to do when you come to Pattaya this time? Can you take me with you? I am very powerful now and can really help."

Du Weiguo was just about to drink soup. When he heard this, he hit his head with a spoon angrily:

"Go, go, what are you doing? Can't I just rest for a few days?"

"Oh~" Joseph covered his head, feeling a little disappointed. Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Du Weiguo:

"By the way, how are Brother Huo Wei and the others doing lately?"

When he mentioned this, Joseph immediately became energetic:

"Don't mention it, Lao Huo and the others have been enjoying themselves recently. I heard they fought several big battles and annihilated thousands of rebels, but our own casualties were minimal."

Joseph was frothing at the mouth, his face was full of envy, and he looked eager to try. Du Weiguo couldn't help but hit him on the head again:

"Damn it, Huo Weiali and the others have already cheated by leading the team into the battle. If you go there again, this battle will be unwinnable. What? Are you not happy that you are asked to protect Triss?"

Du Weiguo's words are not nonsense. Both Huo Wei and Aili are experts in vision and dominant-level super sharpshooters. If they participate in a war between ordinary people, it is considered a dimensionality reduction attack.

As for Joseph, his mental control ability is extremely terrifying. He can cause chaos within a few hundred meters, which is enough to decide a small local battle.

Of course, their invincibility is limited to the lowest-end battlefields such as ink pads and small-scale local wars.

If it were a modern three-dimensional large-scale war, they would not be able to watch it. At most, they would be able to protect themselves, but they would not be able to influence the situation of the war at all.

"Hehe, of course not~"

Joseph smiled coquettishly. Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at him angrily and changed the topic: "Joseph, do you know if there are any lively places in Pattaya recently?"

"Uh~A lively place?"

Joseph was stunned. He really didn't know that he had to protect Moran all day long and barely had time to hang out.

At this time, Amei walked back with a bowl of rice on top. When she heard the conversation between the two people, she subconsciously replied:

"Sir, I heard that there was a boxing match at Uncle Sam's Club over on Bar Street recently. It was said to be a boxing championship challenge."

Du Weiguo took the rice bowl and started to cook it again. He asked casually with no interest:

"Oh, boxing match, A-mei, where did you hear about it?"

Amei quickly helped Du Weiguo fill the soup and recalled:

"Oh, when I went to buy groceries, I heard from the guards at home that someone seemed to have been beaten to death by a foreign boxing champion. They were very angry and wanted to challenge him."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's brows were raised, like a sword being unsheathed.

Amei is still young, and besides, she is not interested in or sensitive enough to these bloody and cruel things, but he heard an unusual meaning.

"Mei, which guard did you listen to? Go find him."

"Ah? First, sir, I, I~" Amei was shocked. She subconsciously thought that she had said the wrong thing and got into trouble.

Du Weiguo waved his hand and said in a gentle voice:

"Mei, you don't have to be afraid. I'm just a little curious about this matter and want to ask in detail."

"really?"

Amei breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still a little worried, so she asked timidly. Du Weiguo couldn't laugh or cry:

"Of course."

A moment later, in the living room of the villa guest, Du Weiguo nodded and said mildly to a capable young man:

"Okay, Ah Chao, I understand, you can continue working."

"Yes, yes, sir."

The young man named Ah Chao was obviously very excited when he saw the male master of his family, the Evil God, for the first time. He was shaking when he stood up and almost fell down.

After Ah Chao left, Du Weiguo lit a cigarette, exhaled a long breath of smoke, and his face became colder by the minute.

The story goes something like this. Uncle Sam's Club, also known as the U.S. Army Club, located next to the Citi base, recently organized a boxing challenge.

Bare boxing, boxing rules, the challenger is a group of underground black boxers from St. Louis, Missouri.

Any boxer who participates in the challenge can take away a bonus of US$3 as long as he can last three minutes in one round, US$200 in the second round, and US$500 if he lasts for three rounds.

If you can win, it will be even more awesome, with a full bonus of US$5000. Of course, there is only one criterion for winning, a complete KO!

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

Although bare-knuckle boxing is extremely dangerous and this group of thugs from St. Louis are extremely cruel, there is still a steady stream of people participating.

In just four days, four people died in the ring, and more than a dozen were injured, including several who were seriously injured and paralyzed. The challenger's best record was only to survive two rounds.

In the past, more than half of the participants were Chinese immigrants who had just immigrated. At first, it was natural for the high prize money, but later it was just for revenge.

Du Weiguo flicked the cigarette butt and stood up suddenly: "Come on, Joseph, let's go over and join in the fun."

Joseph's eyes widened in surprise: "Sir, do you want to participate in a boxing match?"

No wonder he was so stunned. Who is Du Weiguo? The number one ability user in the dark world, who has killed thousands of people, has been regarded as a god, and is almost invincible in the world.

A bare-knuckle boxing match organized by a mere ordinary person.

Not to mention Du Weiguo himself, Huo Wei or even if he participates, he can sweep them all. No, even Tang Li can kill everyone in the past.

Du Weiguo nodded: "Yes, I want to participate."

Joseph asked in confusion: "Sir, why?"

Du Weiguo sneered, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a distant tone: "Hey, I want to pay tribute to Huo Yuanjia today!"