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

Chapter 1030 I will accept your commission.

"I said, Mr. Wesley, you are now the number one person in the dark world, and you have been regarded as a god.

After all, you can be considered a respectable big shot, but you still act so childishly and willfully, aren't you afraid of being laughed at? "

In the evening, it was getting dark. In Moran's villa, there was a spacious and comfortable big bed in the master bedroom on the second floor.

Mo Lan lazily nestled in Du Weiguo's arms, gently drew circles on his chest with his fingers, and scolded him angrily.

The farce at Uncle Sam's Club came to an abrupt end with the arrival of Moli and the others.

Those Citizen people were not stupid. They knew that the man in front of them was actually the famous Evil God, so naturally they did not dare to commit suicide.

The mustached manager was smart and flexible. He knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face, hugging Du Weiguo's thigh and begging.

He flatly promised to cancel the boxing match immediately and provide the most sincere compensation to previous contestants who had been injured and died.

Du Weiguo's original purpose was just to appear in public and get rid of suspicion. He didn't really stand up for the yellow race, so he simply gave up.

Racial discrimination, something that is engraved in the bones, cannot be changed overnight, nor can it be achieved by Du Weiguo just beating a few wild boxers to death.

When Du Weiguo went out for a stroll just now, Moran took some medicine and fell asleep for a while, sweating all over his body.

I don't know if it was due to the psychological effect caused by Du Weiguo's appearance, but the high fever miraculously subsided. Although I still have a cough, I am in much better spirits.

Hearing Mo Lan's teasing, Du Weiguo rubbed her smooth and delicate cheeks, breathed out the smoke with a chuckle, and his tone was lazy and full of self-deprecation:

"Hahaha, am I a big shot? Even if you say Po Datian, he is just an executioner with a bad reputation and covered in blood."

Moran patted him, his tone was slightly teasing, but there was also a hint of arrogance that was difficult to conceal:

"Don't talk nonsense. You are not the executioner. You are the evil god and my man. You are the light of the Chinese people, and now you have been upgraded to the light of the yellow race."

Du Weiguo sneered, his voice was lonely:

"Oh, that bullshit yellow man's light has even deported me from Hong Kong Island. I'm just a lonely ghost with no home and country. Moran, please don't treat me badly."

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan seemed to suddenly think of something, and her body froze slightly for a moment, but she just opened her mouth, but did not make a sound, obviously she was hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong? Moran, just ask whatever you want to ask?"

Du Weiguo was now considered to have a thorough understanding of people's hearts. Naturally, he immediately felt something strange about her and said softly.

Moran bit his lip, as if he had made some kind of determination, and asked thoughtfully: "I heard that she has left Sijiu City."

The "she" in Molan's mouth is naturally Yang Caiyu. It can be seen that she has been paying close attention to the movements of Little Aries.

In addition, she should have buried nails in Sijiu City and maintained open channels of information at all times.

However, times have long since changed, and his status and stance have naturally changed as well.

Du Weiguo no longer cares about this, and he did not shy away from this extremely sensitive topic, admitting it openly.

"Well, Yang Caiyu has indeed left China and is currently living in Europe."

Mo Lan was surprised by Du Weiguo's frankness, and even more surprised by his slightly indifferent attitude. She seemed to have thought of something, and she stuttered a little in excitement:

"Then, why don't you stay with her in Europe?"

She knew better than anyone else that Du Weiguo cared about Yang Caiyu more than anything else. In her impression, as long as they could see each other again, the two would definitely be together day and night, inseparable.

"Molan, I just came from Europe, and something was forced into her mind, alas~"

Du Weiguo sighed and stopped talking, with an indescribable look on his face. Moran frowned, was silent for a while, and asked tentatively:

"So, you came to Pattaya this time to take Joseph away?"

Du Weiguo smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly:

"Molan, I've said it many times, I came here just because I missed you."

With the action of extinguishing the cigarette butt, Du Weiguo took out the arm around Mo Lan without any trace and tried to stand up.

He suddenly felt a little unmotivated. There were too many calculations around him now, which made people feel tired. Maybe this was the legendary feeling of being cold at high places.

Mo Lan, who is well-mannered and well-rounded, instantly sensed Du Weiguo's emotional changes. He quickly hugged Du Weiguo's arm and explained anxiously:

"Wei Guo, don't be angry. I'm not fighting for favor. I understand that everything I have now was given by you, even me."

What she said was quite humble. Du Weiguo couldn't help but feel soft. He hugged her again and said warmly:

"Molan, you don't have to compromise like this. Pattaya is where it is today because of your hard work.

You are not my vassal, but my strongest support and solid backing. By your side, I feel at ease. "

"Weiguo~"

Moran was so moved that he let out a sob and took the initiative to offer a sweet kiss.

Du Weiguo, a scumbag, has been around for a long time, and now he has mastered the sweet talk business. He is of a very high rank, and he can grasp Mo Lan in just a few words.

Late at night, the half-asleep Moran turned over unconsciously, but the place where her arms touched became empty and cold. She suddenly woke up and sat up, but where was the figure of the person next to her pillow?

When Du Weiguo returned to Bay Island again, sure enough, the level of martial law on the entire island had dropped several degrees, and at least all the Citigroup soldiers had withdrawn.

The information passed on by MI6, coupled with Du Weiguo's public appearance in Pattaya, although a little artificial, still successfully deceived the CIA.

Probably in the eyes of others, he has always been a crazy person with an extremely abnormal mind, and nothing he does is surprising.

Also, to this day, no one thinks that Du Weiguo can teleport, especially the ability to teleport over long distances.

Du Weiguo observed the outside of Changguan Temple and did not show up. He just made sure that the place was safe and left quietly.

Things have been going wrong for him recently, and he is very anxious. He doesn't want to pay attention to any trivial matters, nor does he want to deal with anyone. He just wants to be alone and quiet.

Foxiao is about 30 kilometers east of Changguan Temple. It is the famous scenery of Bay Island, the famous Sun Moon Lake.

Du Weiguo sat alone on the shore, watching the rising sun slowly leaping out of the water with distant eyes. The sparkling water was instantly dyed in endless blood red.

Like a boundless sea of ​​blood, strangely spectacular and magnificent.

"A big red gold round mirror, all the clouds and mists are gone, illuminating the universe. Damn it, the heaven and the earth are like a furnace. When will I be able to escape completely, stay away from all these disturbances, and be free and at ease?"

Du Weiguo exhaled a long breath and muttered to himself in a daze.

"First, sir, buy, buy a few gardenias, support, support the cause of disability health."

A young, intermittent, and vague girl's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, interrupting Du Weiguo's thoughts.

Du Weiguo turned around and saw a thin, delicate little girl standing timidly not far in front of him.

She was about 14 or 5 years old, wearing a light cyan dress, and holding a basket in her arms filled with white and fragrant gardenias that were in full bloom.

It's late January now and it's almost September. Even on the subtropical Bay Island, the temperature is very cold.

Especially the humidity near the pond was extremely high, but this little girl was only wearing a thin dress, her head and face were wet with dew, and her whole body was shivering, like a daisy in the wind and rain, I felt pity for her.

With just one glance, Du Weiguo's brows furrowed, and an evil fire suddenly rose in his chest and abdomen.

Damn it, what kind of method is this? It's endless, right?

From the way this little girl talks, she should have a mild speech impediment and maybe a slight mental retardation, but these are not the main point.

The point is that the parts of her body that were not covered by the dress were covered with horrific scars. New wounds were piled on top of old wounds, so densely packed that there was no good place left.

Du Weiguo didn't peek, because her skirt was wet with the morning dew, and it was still clearly visible even without X-ray eyes.

"Sir, please buy some gardenias. One flower only costs 30 yuan."

30 Taiwan dollars, which is about 60 cents according to the current exchange rate, is close to 5 Hong Kong dollars. A broken flower that can be seen everywhere, the price is quite expensive.

Seeing that Du Weiguo didn't respond, the little girl quickly moved closer and gave a sales pitch in a somewhat urgent tone.

At present, although the Bay Island is almost magically wealthy and prosperous, the rich people are only a small group of them after all. Most ordinary people are still barely able to survive on the food and clothing line, and live in dire straits.

And today is not the weekend. Even though Sun Moon Lake is one of the best scenery in the area, not many people rush over to watch the sunrise.

Damn, I haven’t even had three meals. Who’s in the mood to look at the scenery? It is also for this reason that at this moment, the shore where Du Weiguo is located is deserted and there is no one at all.

Even if someone occasionally passes by, most of them are mountain people cutting firewood or working in the mountains. How can these Kuhaha spend money to sell flowers?

There are very few tourists like Du Weiguo who are well-dressed and look like fat sheep at first glance, so this little girl is so eager to sell to him.

Du Weiguo put out his cigarette butt and asked in a gentle voice:

"Little girl, are you a resident of the nearby village?"

"No, no, I am an orphan and live in the Sacred Heart Welfare Home. Sir, how many flowers can you buy? To support the cause of disability health."

This little girl, who is not very mentally sound, must have been trained in professional speaking skills, and she only said a few words back and forth.

Du Weiguo forced a smile: "Okay, little girl, I bought all the flowers in your basket."

"Really? Thank you so much, sir!"

The little girl was surprised and delighted. She was so happy that she even babbled a little faster.

"Sir, I have a total of 26 gardenias here, totaling 780 yuan."

"Okay, here you go."

Du Weiguo nodded, took out a thousand-yuan banknote from his pocket and handed it to her. He had easily picked up the money from Brother Hu's casino.

"First of all, sir, I, I haven't opened yet, and no, I don't have any change for you."

The little girl looked extremely anxious, her face turned red, and she explained awkwardly.

Although she said that, her hand was tightly clutching the thousand-yuan bill, with no intention of relaxing at all.

"It's okay. You don't have to change the change. Just give me this flower basket as well, okay?"

Upon hearing this simple and reasonable proposal, the little girl seemed to have thought of something terrible, and suddenly screamed in horror:

"No, no!"

Seeing her reaction, Du Weiguo couldn't help but frowned again, and the little girl murmured:

"First, sir, how about I pick it for you again, uh, pick it again, pick it again~"

Her brain was not good, and she couldn't figure out an extremely simple arithmetic problem even after holding it in for a long time. She stamped her feet anxiously and her eyes were red.

Du Weiguo waved his hand helplessly: "Forget it, I don't want the change, just give me the flowers."

"Really? Thank you, thank you, sir, you are a good person~"

Upon hearing this, the little girl felt as if she had been granted amnesty and cried with joy. After bowing deeply to Du Weiguo, she handed him the flowers.

Seeing the little girl carrying the empty basket and trotting away briskly, Du Weiguo's eyes turned cold and he threw the gardenia bouquet into the pond.

"Damn! I'm so annoyed!"

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and cursed angrily, his eyes slightly tangled.

To be honest, Du Weiguo could roughly guess what the little girl was going through at the moment, but he really didn't want to care.

If this matter is dealt with on his own territory, whether it is Hong Kong Island, Pattaya, Kuiana, or Persia, it will be easily solved.

Just send any of his subordinates to pull out the director of the orphanage and the other beast teachers, skin them, and then reopen an orphanage in the same place.

But Du Weiguo's eyesight turned dark at this place. He was unfamiliar with it, and the CIA was still sealing off the island and searching for the ghost hand.

Although his suspicion has been basically eliminated, this key node is at a troubled time, and it is really not appropriate to show too much publicity.

The most important thing is that even if Du Weiguo takes action to rectify these beasts in human skin, this little girl and children like her may not be able to be rescued.

If Du Weiguo hadn't taken it all in one breath, they would most likely have jumped from one fire pit into another, and their encounter might even have been even more miserable than before.

The world is as black as crows. If the problem cannot be fundamentally solved, it is better to ignore it.

"Ding-deng-deng~"

Rapid footsteps sounded, and Du Weiguo was about to finish smoking a cigarette when the little girl left again and ran straight in front of him.

"Sir, you are a good man. I will give you oranges. They are sweet and delicious."

With a sincere smile on her face, the little girl took out a few unusually plump yellow and orange oranges from the basket, held them in her hands, and handed them to Du Weiguo like a treasure.

Because she ran too fast, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, which shone brightly in the morning light.

Moreover, there were several new scratches on her wrists and ankles, which were obviously caused by climbing trees.

After Du Weiguo was stunned for a moment, he solemnly took a few oranges, patted her little head gently, and said with a smile:

"Thank you, little girl, what is your name?"

"No, you're welcome, sir, my name is Xiaoju." After bowing to Du Weiguo again, Xiaoju ran away quickly.

Watching her retreating back, Du Weiguo slowly peeled open the orange, twisted a piece into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

Oranges are indeed sweet, juicy and have a unique fragrance.

"Well, that's good, okay. Since I've even collected the reward, Xiaoju, I'll accept your commission."

Du Weiguo whispered to himself softly, and his originally cold and hesitant eyes gradually became fiery and firm.

As the old saying goes, people are doing it, God is watching, and there are gods in the sky. Unfortunately, the reality is that there are no corpses in repairing bridges and roads, killing people and setting fires with gold belts, and evil people are in power.

Since the sky is dead and all the gods are gone, let me take care of the injustice in this world. Otherwise, what use will this all-seeing ability be?

Less than 2 kilometers south of Sun Moon Lake, halfway up the mountain, there is the magnificent Three Saints Palace.

The most orthodox three saints enshrined inside are the Taoist Three Pure Saints, Yuanshi Tianzun, Lingbao Tianzun, and Daode Tianzun.

Less than a few hundred meters away from the back gate of Sansheng Palace, there is a quiet and remote welfare home with a very grand name, Sacred Heart.

The overall area of ​​the orphanage is not too large. The yard is about half a football field. The main body is a gray two-story U-shaped red brick building.

In the morning fog, Du Weiguo appeared silently on the roof of the building like a ghost. Before he could completely survey the environment, his eyes sharpened and his face suddenly became gloomy.

The small building faces south. On the easternmost side of the second floor, in an office-like room, Xiaoju is huddled in the corner.

Her clothes were taken off, revealing her skinny body.

There was a slap mark on her face and a cigarette burn scar on her back. Xiaoju's big eyes were filled with tears, and her eyes were full of fear.

There were two men sitting on the sofa in the room, a tall, thin, curly-haired young man, and a short, fat, balding middle-aged man.

They must have just finished doing the beastly thing. Curly Hair was lifting his pants at the moment. Bald Man seemed very frustrated with his performance. He wore big pants and walked up to Xiao Ju angrily.

"Beibei! You're such a bad little cousin. It's rare to meet a fat sheep who is willing to give up money, but you actually came back with only a thousand yuan?

How the hell did I teach you before? When you meet this kind of bully, as long as he is willing to pay you, you can immediately take off your clothes and let him fuck you! "

"I, I don't, I, I only sell flowers."

Although Xiaoju was trembling with fear, she still stubbornly retorted. Although her intelligence was not high, her natural sense of morality was not low at all.

"Baibei! How dare you talk back? You've already been fucked to death by me. Why are you pretending to be innocent? Gan! I'll kill you today!"

The bald man was furious, he pulled out his belt fiercely, rounded it up, and whipped Xiaoju violently.

"Snapped!"

The piercing sound of flesh touching flesh suddenly sounded, but the expected huge pain did not come.

Xiaoju opened her eyes in shock, only to see the bald head flying out in the air like a big fat toad.

The moment the belt touched her, Du Weiguo's magic weapon descended from the sky, suddenly broke through the door and rushed in, and slapped her bald fat face with a sudden slap.