Taoist priest goes to America

"Kimono?" Li An frowned unhappily. His English level was not low; he had passed the CET-4 and CET-6 exams before and understood what the chained black man was saying.

You're saying that the robe you're wearing is a kimono, right?

Ang Lee looked up and glanced at the two black men whose expressions were completely obscured in the darkness. He didn't really want to talk to them.

How did these two creatures end up looking so stupid? If you didn't look closely, you'd think a horse's head and a cow's face had wandered into the mortal world.

The black man with the gold chain looked the Asian man in front of him up and down. Li An's gaze earlier had made him feel a little uncomfortable.

This Asian man, in one of Brooklyn's poorest neighborhoods, at night, encountered two armed Black men who looked like gangsters, and he wasn't afraid at all? He was too calm... This doesn't make sense.

Another bald black man strode forward, bent down to examine the stiff white man on the ground, and then spat his chewing gum onto the white man's face.

"This damn smell... Is that old bastard dead?"

The black man with the gold chain was wary of Li An. He walked forward with his gun raised, asking the bald black man a question.

"He's long dead, damn it. Serves him right for always coming here to steal boosters and sucking them to death." The bald black man pinched his nose and said with a look of disgust.

The chained black man kicked the corpse. "This old bastard owed so much money, it's good enough that he's dead."

The bald black man spat, "How can we let this old guy die peacefully? We'll sell him to 'The Cleaners' later. The more perverted the death, the better they like him. The price will be high."

"Oh, right." The bald black man gave Li An a disdainful look, then waved him away with a disgusted expression. "Get lost, you damn Japanese."

"Don't you dare block my way, or I'll go to the sushi restaurant and order your mom to accompany me for drinks."

Li An, who had initially been indifferent to them, finally turned grim. He was already annoyed by being called a kimono while wearing a Taoist robe, and now he was being called a Japanese.

Ang Lee spoke slowly, his English not having deteriorated, "First, I am not Japanese. Second, get out of here and stop hanging around in front of me."

The bald black man paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He turned to look at the chained black man, shrugged, and gestured with his eyes: "This guy's crazy."

Then the bald black man walked up to Ang Lee, spat out a foul breath reeking of cheap liquor, marijuana, and chewing gum, and said through gritted teeth:

"Whether you're Japanese, Korean, or whatever, you Asians are all the same to me, you only have one title..."

"Green worms? Yes, you filthy, vile Asian green worms!" The bald black man also pulled out his gun, pointing it menacingly at Ang Lee.

"Get away from that corpse, and get out of our territory right now!"

Ang Lee glanced at the pistol with disdain.

He had traveled to America before and people had called him that word on the street. He tolerated it then because he was just a student, had no connections, and didn't want to cause trouble.

But now?

Li An threw the talisman directly onto Lao Bai's forehead, shook the Soul-Capturing Bell, and silently recited:

"rise."

Old Bai, who had been stiff, suddenly made a series of clicking sounds and then sat up straight.

"Woodfa..." The two black men were startled and simultaneously turned their guns toward the sitting corpse.

Old Bai, who had just sat up, suddenly opened his eyes. His originally dull eyes turned blood red, and his hands stretched out straight like a marionette.

"Fuck!" The gold-chained black man's voice trembled with fear, and the bald black man's hand holding the gun shook violently. "Is this old guy dead or alive?"

Old Bai stood up slowly without saying a word, staring straight at them with his blood-red eyes.

The bald black man closest to the camera could no longer bear the bizarre sight before him. He pulled the trigger and fired three shots at the standing corpse.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out in the night streets, echoing through the sky, and the bullets struck Old White precisely in the chest.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the three bullet holes in Lao Bai's body, and the surrounding air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the stench of burning flesh.

However, it was not seriously injured. It staggered back a few steps and then stood up steadily again.

The bald black man was terrified, but before he could fire a fourth shot, the white man's raised hands were already aimed at him. Then, he suddenly bent his knees—the entire "corpse" suddenly sprang up and shot forward!

With a muffled "thud," its two hands, like chopsticks piercing tofu, stabbed into the bald black man's chest, crushing his ribs and piercing out from behind.

"Ugh." A large amount of blood gushed from the bald black man's mouth and nose. His dark face turned deathly pale, and he whimpered like a chicken being strangled.

Faced with this horrifying scene, the chained black man trembled with fear. He pointed his gun at Old White, but dared not pull the trigger.

Then he saw Old Bai's eyes turn towards him, staring intently at him.

The black man with the gold chain screamed. When he saw those blood-red eyes, he finally regained his senses and turned to run away.

However, Old White was faster than the chained black man, and even though it was dragging the bald black man along with its hands, it was at least twice as fast as before.

In just a few steps, Old White caught up, suddenly stretched his head forward, aimed at the back of the chained black man's head, opened his mouth and bit down.

In a moment of crisis, the black man with the gold chain had a sudden inspiration and raised his left arm to deliver a powerful elbow strike backward.

Unfortunately, the sudden attack could not change anything. Old White easily dodged the elbow strike with a turn of his head, and then turned his head and accurately bit the left wrist of the chained black man.

The teeth in that mouth had long since turned black and sparse due to the strengthening agent, and the dark red gums had shrunk. But when it bit down, the force was astonishing.

"Click—"

Teeth cut into flesh and bones, making a chewing sound that sends chills down your spine.

The black man with the gold chain screamed louder, becoming like a deer caught in a trap. Blood gushed from his left wrist like a tap, spraying all over Old White's face.

Seeing that he was being bitten and unable to escape, the black man with the gold chain became ruthless. He stretched out his right hand, holding the gun, and pressed the muzzle against Old White's forehead, where a talisman was pasted.

"Bang bang bang..."

The black man with the gold chain kept shooting while yelling "Fuck you!" and all the bullets went straight into Old White's forehead.

Old Bai had a small hole punched in his forehead, from which dark yellow tissue fluid oozed out, but his body only swayed for a moment before he regained his balance.

It didn't loosen its grip, holding on tightly like a crocodile, and even shook its head left and right, tearing at it fiercely.

"No! No! White, stop! I even gave you a booster before..." The chained black man finally softened and began to beg for mercy from Old White.

"Rip—" With a tearing sound, the black man with the gold chain finally pulled back his arm, or rather, pulled back the rest of his arm. His wrist had been bitten off, the wound exposing bone and severed tendons. Blood was everywhere.

The black man with the gold chain clutched his severed limbs and collapsed to the ground, convulsing in pain.

Ang Lee walked up from behind, glanced at the bald black man on the ground whose body was mangled beyond recognition, then at the black man with the gold chain twitching in pain. Finally, his gaze settled on the white man who was still gnawing on his hand.

"Alright, you can throw it up now." Li An clapped his hands and said slowly.