I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 168: Weird Homeless Man: No, I’m Japanese

The cashier looked at the car he had just scanned, then looked at the other three cars, looking embarrassed.

Fortunately, another cashier who was free on the side saw it and came forward to help.

Both of them moved quickly and finished the sweep in no time.

"That's one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three dollars..."

Before the cashier asked whether he wanted cash or card, he saw neatly stacked banknotes in front of him.

After counting, there were exactly nineteen.

"No need to look for the extra ones."

Su Fan took out a bar of chocolate from his pocket, tore it open, bit it into pieces, chewed it vigorously, and then frowned.

So sweet.

However, the sufficient sugar content also allowed Su Fan to regain some strength.

He threw the things into two large bags, stuffed them bulgingly, then threw them over his shoulders and walked away, leaving the security guard at the door dumbfounded.

Su Fan carried two large bags of food and prepared to return to the antique shop.

A young man who did not look very strong, carrying two large bags half a person's height, attracted a lot of people's attention.

It also aroused some people's eager curiosity.

As his cultivation level gradually improved, Su Fan could now easily sense other people's gazes towards him.

Especially those eyes that are filled with malice and greed.

Mengtou had no warning because the opponent was too weak and could not pose any threat to Su Fan at all.

Su Fan turned his head and looked in the direction of his sight, and found several young men with darker skin gathered together.

tramp?
The weather is getting colder, and the homeless people nearby are starting to gather in California.

But the number of homeless people is too dense. There shouldn't be so many in previous years...

what……

Su Fan suddenly remembered the matter of the Baimon cultists.

Even if the situation gradually calms down, the patrol officers' patrol tasks and subsequent hidden danger inspections must continue.

The regular work of clearing tents and driving away homeless people had to be stopped.

Damn Baimon...

Su Fan had a blank expression on his face, and he took note of Bai Meng again in his heart.

To be fair, Su Fan didn't have much ill will towards homeless people.

Maybe the other person is not an ordinary person whose family has fallen into poverty due to a sudden change?
However, the prerequisite is that the other party will not become a robber who takes advantage of his skin color to buy things for free.

If anyone dared to smash, loot, or burn his antique shop, he would let them know what a dirty trick is.

When they noticed Su Fan was looking at them, they didn't turn their heads but walked over directly.

Ok?
Su Fan was confused.

Are these people so courageous?

Just gather a few people and come here to beg for free?
Su Fan thought so, took out two pieces of chocolate from his pocket, chewed them up and swallowed them, then looked at the people blocking his way.

"Hey, man, can you give us some money?"

The leading young man stepped forward and looked at Su Fan who was chewing something opposite him, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

He has no car and comes out of the supermarket carrying all the purchased things on his back. He is also an Asian who is easy to bully.

There is no more ideal target than this.

The companion who was walking with him on the side was also laughing.

In their eyes, Su Fan, who continued to eat, was no different from a mentally retarded person.

"If you're hungry, go to the aid station and get something to eat. Get out of here."

Su Fan was still chewing something in his mouth, but it did not prevent him from speaking.

After eating something, he felt a little stronger. Now he just wanted to go back and continue to repair his injuries and strengthen himself.

Su Fan answered firmly, which was beyond their expectations.

The homeless men were stunned for a moment, and then immediately looked angry.

"You idiot, don't you understand what we are saying? I told you to hand over the money, did you hear me?"

The black man in the lead pulled out a dagger, and the others immediately blocked Su Fan's retreat and blocked his sight. Su Fan swallowed what was in his mouth and raised his hand.

The homeless man with the knife suddenly felt his vision reversed, and then a sharp pain came from the back of his head. He felt dizzy and had no idea what was happening, and then he fainted.

The others who surrounded Su Fan were stunned.

As a third-party perspective, they still couldn't see clearly what happened. They only saw that the Asian youth appeared in front of his companions at some point.

Then the man with the knife flew into the air, his body seemed to be driven by a propeller, turned 180 degrees in the air, and fell heavily to the ground with a "thump".

Some of the men were sharp-eyed and noticed that the dagger that was previously held by their companion was now in the hand of the Asian boy.

That’s right, pinch!

"You...you freak, what did you just do?!"

Someone plucked up the courage to ask timidly.

A completely incomprehensible and bizarre scene was unfolding before my eyes.

If they were not worried about not being able to survive on the streets after betraying their loyalty, they would have fled long ago.

At this moment, a loud shout came from not far away.

"Officer, right here!"

This shout finally shattered the last bit of courage of the few people.

Without any hesitation, they just ran away!
As for the one who fainted on the ground, he can only wish him good luck!

Su Fan did not chase those people and continued walking forward.

He "accidentally" broke the shin bone of the unconscious black man on the ground.

At a corner not far away, a sloppy-looking young man poked his head out and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Su Fan was the only one left.

Then he came forward.

Su Fan did not stop the other party from moving forward.

In fact, the police didn't come at all. The shouting just now was just a deliberate attempt by the man in front of him to scare those homeless people.

"That was too dangerous, are you okay?"

"fine."

Su Fan answered casually, and then looked the other person up and down.

"You are also a homeless person, why do you shout like that?"

They were strangers to each other and had no relatives or friends, and they committed the crime in a gang.

Why don't you stay away from it and suddenly show kindness?

"What are you talking about? Homeless people also have their own professional ethics. They are robbers. Do you understand? They are not the same kind of people as me."

Hearing Su Fan's question, the sloppy young man became a little anxious.

"We have disrupted the public order in this area. What if the police come and chase us away?"

"I just set up this tent here yesterday, damn it."

"A bunch of idiots, their vision is as short-sighted as that of mice"

Su Fan frowned as he listened to the half-baked English, strange grammar, and familiar metaphors.

“Are you from China?”

Short-sighted, a typical Chinese idiom.

Compared with China, the languages and historical cultures of other Asian countries are not as profound.

Many Chinese people's unconscious speaking habits always have a strange, scholarly feel when translated into English.

The young man was stunned when Su Fan recognized his identity, and then shook his head.

"No, I am a Japanese... Uh, Watashiwa... Neon Kinds."

Su Fan listened to the stumbling and poor Japanese and finally spoke.