Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 115 Where did this trash come from?

A boy who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old was standing on the street outside the auction house, throwing stones frantically at the glass of the auction house building.

Upon seeing that two panes of glass had already been smashed, the two security guards outside immediately spotted the boy.

"Hey! Kid, what are you doing!"

"Don't let me catch you!"

Seeing the thirteen or fourteen-year-old white boy make a face at the two men while still throwing stones, the two security guards couldn't hold back any longer and ran out the gate towards the boy.

Upon seeing this, the boy took off running.

But clearly, he underestimated the speed of the two security guards.

A short while later, the boy was caught and pinned to the doorway.

"Probably another bankrupt company, its assets auctioned off, and now it's taking its anger out on the auction house —"

The auction house staff standing nearby were used to this kind of thing and shrugged helplessly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a girl dressed like a waitress but with a pretty face rushed over and kept bowing and apologizing to the two security guards.

The girl looked slightly older than the boy, at most eighteen or nineteen years old.

Wearing the classic Burger King server uniform, she is not tall, but has a great figure with a standard pear shape. Although she is wearing a black hat, her long orange wavy hair still has a lot of charm.

Seeing the other party apologizing repeatedly, Irving pondered for a moment, then walked over to a staff member, whispered a few words of advice, and then took out several twenty-dollar bills.

Seeing this, James, who was standing to the side, felt a wave of dizziness and couldn't help but complain, "Kyrie, I suddenly don't recognize you anymore."

"?" Irving turned to look at James, his face full of question marks.

"Dude, instead of giving that $100 to that employee, you should give it to me. Whatever you want to do, I guarantee I'll get it done perfectly!"

"Go away, don't cause trouble, I'm doing serious business."

Irving rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay any attention to James.

Despite his current net worth of approximately $10, compared to LeBron James, he is practically penniless.

Having been a hacker for so many years, Irving estimates that James's total net worth is at least $50.

The key point is that even though he's so rich, this guy is still so stingy.

Asking him to treat everyone to a meal is already considered a huge expense.

After paying for and receiving the Song Dynasty celadon porcelain, Irving and James walked out of the auction house backstage.

When they reached the main gate, the boy who had been caught by the security guard had already been released.

The pretty girl was scolding the boy.

Noticing that Irving and James were walking towards her, the girl immediately frowned, turned around, and hurriedly pulled the boy away, as if afraid of getting into some trouble.

Seeing this, James burst out laughing, looking at Irving with a smug expression, "Dude, you're the good guy now."

"You see, even if you pay those two security guards to let the boy go, he doesn't seem to appreciate it at all—"

"I'm doing a good deed without expecting anything in return, what do you know?" Owen curled his lip.

He had originally planned to chat with the brother and sister, ask if they had any difficulties, and if so, offer them a part-time job at his pawnshop.

Seeing the other person's wary expression, Irving immediately realized that his good intentions had been misunderstood.

However, he didn't care, since what he just did was just something he did on a whim.

If the other party doesn't appreciate it, then so be it.

Irving took out his phone and glanced at the time. It was already lunchtime, so he immediately decided to find a place to eat with James.

The two had just reached the street corner when...

Suddenly, a few shady-looking street thugs appeared.

The two siblings, hurrying along, didn't notice and accidentally bumped into one of the street thugs.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry, I was so focused on getting there that I didn't notice you—"

The girl hurriedly bowed and apologized, but the boy standing to the side frowned, a bad feeling suddenly rising in his heart.

"Hey, are you blind?!"

"Wait, Kerry, this girl is pretty!"

"Wow, not only is she pretty, but she also has a great figure! I just broke up with my boyfriend, it seems God is really looking out for me, sending me another girlfriend—"

Several street thugs laughed loudly, and the leader whistled as he approached the girl.

"Hello, beautiful, my name is Kerry. May I ask your name?"

Seeing the frivolous manner of the men in front of her, the girl instinctively stepped in front of her younger brother, took two steps back, and tried to appear calm: "My name is Fiona. I'm sorry, I'm already married."

"Oh, look at this girl, she can't even lie properly."

Seeing the girl's pale face and tense expression, Kerry smiled even more broadly.

This girl named Fiona is at most twenty years old, an age at which she would be married, unless the boy she's protecting is her son!

"Hey, Carey, I remember you used to like married women the most? Why don't you hurry up and pursue her?"

"Exactly! If you're not interested, then let me do it!"

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Hearing his companions commotion, Kerry immediately stepped forward and brazenly grabbed the girl.

"What are you doing!" Faced with this almost shameless behavior, the boy hiding behind Fiona could no longer hold back and stepped forward to punch Kerry.

But as soon as he threw the punch, Kerry, who was already prepared, simply tilted his head slightly and easily dodged it.

He then delivered a powerful knee strike to the boy's abdomen.

"Hiss!"

The boy let out a wail, immediately clutching his stomach and collapsing to the ground, rolling around in agony.

"Karl!" Fiona was instantly enraged when she saw her brother being hit, and she slapped Karl across the face.

But the other person grabbed her wrist and pulled her into their arms.

"Hehe, little sister, you have to be reasonable when you're out in the game. Your people hit me first, so it's not unreasonable for me to retaliate, is it?"

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Kerry restrained Fiona, a lewd grin spreading across his face: "Of course, if you choose to come home with me to watch a movie and take a bath together tonight, I might let this kid go; otherwise—"

As he spoke, Kerry gave his companion a wink.

Several companions immediately stepped forward and surrounded Karl, who was curled up on the ground.

"Let me go! You thugs, I'm calling the police if you don't let me go!"

"Wow, this girl has quite a temper. Looks like I need to help you cool down."

As he spoke, Kerry reached out and touched the girl's waist.

But at that moment...

Suddenly, a pair of strong, powerful hands reached out and grabbed Kerry's wrists.

"Harassing a little girl in the street, buddy, which gang are you from? You're such trash." Owen walked over unnoticed, his expression cold.

Kerry struggled to break free, but found he couldn't escape Irving's large grip. Enraged, he roared, "F**K, where did this yellow-skinned monkey come from?! I think you're tired of living!"

"Let go of me right now!"