Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

After leaving the dock, Irving took out his phone and hailed an Uber, then randomly chose a Mexican restaurant with good reviews.

I want to enjoy some Mexican food and recharge my energy.

But once he arrived, Irving discovered that the Mexican restaurant with the five-star rating he had searched for online looked extremely ordinary.

Not only does the signboard look old and worn, but the shop itself isn't very big either.

The dining area is about 20 square meters, which seems rather shabby compared to some restaurants that are hundreds of square meters.

What's even more worrying is that the restaurant is located in a somewhat remote area, and the surrounding hygiene is also quite poor.

There were even homeless people's tents on the street next door, and various syringes were scattered all over the ground.

A faint scent of leaves filled the air.

Just as Irving was hesitating about whether to go to another restaurant, the restaurant door suddenly opened with a whoosh.

Immediately afterwards, familiar figures emerged from inside.

"I quit! You know that, Leisen? I've put up with you for far too long!"

A beautiful Mexican-American girl walked out of the store, cursing as she took off the apron tied around her waist and threw it hard on the ground.

Inside the shop, a middle-aged man with a full beard, around forty or fifty years old, and a sleazy appearance, sneered and roared at the girl:

"WTF?! You want to quit? No problem! You can forget about your salary for this week!"

"I deserve my salary! If you don't give it to me..."

Before the girl could finish speaking, Owen, who was standing to the side, interrupted her with some surprise: "Tina?"

Upon hearing her name called, the Mexican-American girl turned her head.

Tina was slightly taken aback when she saw Owen suddenly appear, then her face lit up with joy. "Owen?! What are you doing here?"

Before Tina could finish speaking, her eyes lit up when she saw the faint outline of Owen's strong muscles. She then hugged Owen and looked at the restaurant owner.

"Hey, Rayson!" Tina took a deep breath and said confidently.

"My boyfriend is coming to pick me up today. If you don't pay me my salary for this week, I'm going to tell him about how you harassed me and took advantage of me last week!"

"WTF??" Irving spread his hands and readily cooperated with Tina's performance.

He broke free from Tina's grasp and stormed up to the restaurant owner, Rayson, saying:

"Dude, my girlfriend says you're harassing her, and you still owe her a week's salary, right?"

"She's talking nonsense, brother!" Seeing Irving approaching menacingly, restaurant owner Rayson remained completely calm and said fiercely:

"Actually, I don't even like your girlfriend; she's the one who seduced me..."

"Fuck you!!"

Without saying a word, Irving threw a punch that landed squarely on his opponent's nose.

With a "click" sound!

Leisen immediately covered his face and began to wail, arching his body and lying on the ground.

"Oh, shit!"

The other waiters working in the restaurant were all shocked by what they saw.

They never expected that this Asian man would knock their boss to the ground with just one punch, leaving him unable to get up.

In fact, even Irving himself was somewhat shocked.

He didn't actually put much force into that punch, after all, the opponent was of Mexican descent and his body was definitely not as strong as the old black man's.

Even so, all of this still caused Leisen, who was incredibly tough just a second ago, to lie on the ground and wail the next second.

Feeling the strange looks from those around him, Owen smiled disdainfully, then bent down and lifted Rayson up.

"Hey buddy, I'm giving you one more chance. Answer properly!" Irving asked, enunciating each word clearly.

"Dude, my girlfriend says you're harassing her, and you still owe her a week's salary, right?"

"Hey! Hey! Calm down, buddy!"

Seeing that the boss's nose was bleeding profusely, a chef came out of the restaurant and raised his hands to signal Irving to calm down.

"Shut up! Get out of here!"

Irving roared.

Sensing that the other party seemed formidable and clearly trained, the chef quickly stopped and stepped aside, stammering, "OK, OK! Calm down, buddy."

Seeing that even the notoriously hot-tempered chef had retreated to the side, the other waiters in the restaurant were immediately terrified and scurried into corners, barely daring to breathe.

Logically speaking, these people should have gone to help Leisen.

But when they thought about how they only earned two or three thousand US dollars a month, the waiters immediately calmed down.

Seeing that none of his employees offered any help, and feeling the immense pressure emanating from the other party, Leisen's body began to tremble slightly.

"Sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Then hurry up and get the money!" Owen tossed Rayson into the store with both hands, coldly saying:

"You have one minute, buddy. If you don't see my girlfriend's salary by then, you should know what's going to happen!"

Seeing that Irving was determined to get the money, Rayson nodded.

At that moment, he completely disregarded the injury to his nose, ran to the cashier, grabbed a thick wad of US dollars, and shakily handed it to Irving.

Irving didn't reach out to take it; instead, he turned and gave Tina, who was standing behind him, a look.

Tina understood immediately and stepped forward to take the money and start counting it.

Irving saw several passersby in the distance who appeared to be dialing 911.

Irving was slightly taken aback, only then realizing that he hadn't taken his phone to record the incident as evidence.

After a moment's thought, Irving immediately took out his iPhone 5S from his pocket and pointed the camera at restaurant owner Rayson.

"Now that the unpaid wages issue is resolved, what about the matter of you harassing my girlfriend?"

"Harassment? Buddy, this is really a misunderstanding!" The restaurant owner panicked when he saw that the other party still wanted to cause him trouble.

To be honest, if he had known earlier that Tina's boyfriend was an Asian man, and one who was so difficult to deal with and had exceptional skills, he wouldn't have dared to make a move even if he had eight lives.

"Buddy, this really is just a misunderstanding, you have to believe me." Leisen gritted his teeth.

Ignoring the pain in his cheek, he hurriedly pulled out his wallet and took out several cash checks, desperately hoping to resolve the problem.

For someone of Mexican descent like him, workplace sexual harassment is different from unpaid wages; the charges against him are much more serious.

More importantly, if this label is attached to them, at best the restaurant will have to close down, and at worst they could be arrested.

He is no longer a U.S. citizen; he is just a foreigner with a green card.

If you get caught by police officers who are eager to solve the case, not to mention your green card will be revoked, the bail you need to settle the matter will be a huge sum of money.

Thinking about the trouble he might get into, restaurant owner Leisen slapped his thigh and pulled out two cash checks from his pocket.

He shakily handed it to Irving.