Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"I guess I'm just an amateur..."

Looking at the slick-haired man who had come to ambush them but was completely knocked to the ground and unable to get up, and the bent iron pipe, Mian felt a deep headache in her heart for not noticing the other party's sneak attack.

He could only pretend nothing had happened, silently picking up the nearly broken bent iron pipe, stuffing it into his clothes, and then turning to the girl, he said:

Are you alright?

The girl was somewhat stunned, seemingly still immersed in the shocking reality she had just witnessed. After a long while, she hurriedly straightened her slightly disheveled clothes, stood up, and bowed to Mian.

"I'm very grateful for your help, but... but these people..."

The girl looked at the three young men lying on the ground and stammered, her face full of tension.

"I know, so let's hurry up and go to a safer place so we can have a proper talk."

Mian smiled and extended his hand to the girl with flaxen hair. The girl hesitated for a moment, but finally took Mian's hand.

She said timidly:

"Also, if possible, could you please not tell the police about this? It would be best if the police didn't see me. I'm currently... busy with other things and can't afford to waste this time."

"sure."

Having just been shot on the street the day before yesterday, and having Ain display her extraordinary abilities in public, Mian naturally had no objections and pulled the girl outside.

Just then, Ain poked her head out from inside, her eyes sparkling. She was about to say something when Mian covered her mouth with her other hand.

"The code of chivalry dictates that one should be quiet when necessary!"

Mian made a pre-arranged gesture to Ain, and the silver knight immediately understood, nodded, shut his mouth, and silently followed behind Mian.

The "harassment" incident occurred in a secluded place, and Mian had previously scouted the area around the hotel, giving her a deep understanding of police deployment, especially the hotel's perimeter security.

Without much effort, Mian successfully led the girl to a safe place.

"...Thank you again!"

The girl pressed her knees, took a long breath, and then sincerely said to Mian:

"If it weren't for you, who knows what they might have done to me..."

A look of lingering fear appeared on the girl's face, and her eyes began to glisten with tears.

This was perfectly normal behavior, but at this moment, Mi'an felt a subtle sense of being out of place.

However, this is not the girl's problem. Her reaction is normal. A normal person would be frightened to tears by such harassment.

What's abnormal is that in just three days, I experienced gangster debt collection, roadside sniping, alley escape, and a terrifying experience in a high-rise building. I was a mentally ill girl with a screw loose and a homeless veteran who could laugh even after several brushes with death.

...Thinking about it this way, isn't Sherry a bit too much of a superhuman?

Mian thought to herself.

Ain was driven to this by mental illness, while he himself was forced into it. Sherry, on the other hand, seemed to have a reckless, even suicidal, attitude throughout their encounter.

Despite being a homeless person, he still exercises to maintain his physique. Despite being willing to risk his life for money, he refuses the security guard job offered by Wang Yuanli.

What exactly happened to this veteran? What was he thinking? Does he have any other secrets that could threaten Mian's secrets?

"That...benefactor?"

The girl's questioning voice entered her ears, pulling Mian out of her sudden thoughts.

Mian gave an awkward yet polite smile and turned her attention back to the familiar, clichéd plot in front of her.

"Sorry, I was spacing out for a moment. By the way, how did you end up being bothered by them?"

The girl lowered her head somewhat shyly, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, her voice barely audible.

"I... I don't actually live around here. I rushed here because of the auction. But since I'm not familiar with the area, I was spotted by those three men smoking in that alley next to the Donna Hotel... They said strange things and started touching me inappropriately. I couldn't escape..."

She looked up, her eyes still showing the fear she had felt at the time.

"And then I met you."

It is a logically consistent statement.

Mian trusted the girl's words more.

Because of the sudden influx of people from other places, whether ordinary citizens or wealthy people, trouble is likely to occur around Luffy Park and Donna Hotel, which is why so many police and security forces are deployed here.

Even so, for various reasons, things like what happened to the girl in front of me still happen... Wait, could this be used as an opportunity?

The girl's words also reminded Mi'an.

The auction brought a huge change in foot traffic, drastically altering the environment around the Donna Hotel. For the police officers temporarily reassigned, this change might not be a big deal; it was an unfamiliar environment, and they just needed to be alert. But what about the security personnel who had been working in this area for a long time and had developed a certain routine?

People are always weary of jobs that make a living. Even if they are repeatedly warned at critical moments, can they really completely get rid of the inertia they have developed in the past?

Sensing that there might be room for her to intervene here, Mian felt a surge of excitement, but she didn't show it on her face. She simply nodded to the girl and said gently:

"I see. Thankfully, nothing serious happened."

The girl bowed deeply to Mian once again.

"I really... I'm so grateful to you! I don't even want to think about what would have happened if it weren't for you today."

She straightened up, forcing a shy smile onto her face.

"My name is Lisa Vatti. May I ask... what is your name?"

Mian remained silent for a moment. Ain blinked curiously at her, but remembering the "Knight's Code" gesture from before, she didn't say anything.

Images of gangsters chasing debts, dark web bounties, and cult hunts flashed through Mian's mind. Revealing the real name was too risky; the other person was just an ordinary person who had been dragged into the mess and shouldn't be involved. But not giving the name still felt rather strange.

He suddenly thought of Wang Yuanli, and of the Kingdom of Black Ries described in the white light text.

My name is Wang He.

He answered calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"It was nothing, Miss Lisa. You're safe now, so you can go about your business."