pjbooks Chapter 157 Little Blackie launched a deathrattle attack.
Chapter 157 Little Blackie launched a deathrattle attack.
Chapter 157 Little Blackie launched a deathrattle attack.
In fact, this is the pervasive PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics employed by LaoMei.
I'm dark-skinned, so I'm damn lucky to be dark-skinned, I'm a lady, and ladies have priority.
I am LGBT. If you don't give way to me, you are discriminating against a sexual minority.
Ironically, this tactic is incredibly effective, especially when dealing with vulnerable groups like Valentina. As an international student, she is extremely cautious in her interactions, afraid of clashing with the locals. If she were to be labeled as a racist, it would be like mud falling into her pants – even if it wasn't excrement, it would still be considered excrement.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Valentina picked up a meal from the staff meal and handed it to him reluctantly: "Sir, I want to emphasize again, this isn't a relief meal, it's my personal belongings, part of my pay. Given your special circumstances..."
"Give it to me!" Before she could finish speaking, the shrewish man snatched it away rudely, saying without any politeness, "Everyone here knows you, a poor student who ran away from Mexico. You've stolen the locals' educational resources and job opportunities, and you still dare to talk to me about these high principles? You're good today, otherwise I would definitely report you to your superiors, you bitch!"
After saying that, he arrogantly prepared to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a human-shaped mountain.
"Who the hell are you? You want to die?"
He started cursing as soon as he opened his mouth, his mouth smeared with bee droppings. When he realized that the other person was an unfamiliar Asian, his arrogance became even more unrestrained: "Hey, yellow-skinned guy, what are you doing blocking my way? Want to suck your black daddy's dick? Well, you'd better kneel down first, because you're so tall."
Upon hearing his provocation, several veteran players in the team who recognized Ma Jack instinctively took a step back, afraid of being hit by splash damage.
Goodness, that's really brave, bro. You're like shining a lantern in the toilet—shining on shit!
Bang! Without warning, he grabbed the other person's hair and slammed his knee into their face.
"Oh ho ho!" Xiao Heizi's nose bridge was instantly broken, accompanied by a twisted and deformed scream, and blood flowed out uncontrollably.
"What are you doing? What are you trying to do?!"
Realizing something was wrong, he screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to get the attention of others, especially his brothers who shared his skin color.
As a result, nobody paid any attention to him. After all, in the poor streets, anyone who didn't know Master Ma was either a newbie or a complete idiot.
"What are you doing? Today I'm going to give your father a lesson in family education, to teach you what you should and shouldn't say!"
*Slap!* A resounding slap landed on his face, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.
He walked over, straddled her, and started punching her like he didn't care about the cost, displaying a simple and brutal style.
Little Blackie was being beaten so badly that he screamed and cried, clutching his head and begging for mercy: "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, bro, I know I was wrong."
You know you're wrong? You're fucking scared now, aren't you? When dealing with trash like this, Ma Jieke's usual approach is to beat him to death as long as he's not dead.
As people from the lower class, they should grow up under the baptism of a loving father's iron fist. Unfortunately, most of the little black kids don't have fathers, so this aspect of education is severely lacking.
"Stop hitting Jack, stop hitting him!" Seeing the extremely brutal beating, Valentina quickly ran over and hugged him tightly from behind.
After all, this is a public place with so many eyewitnesses. If someone is seriously injured and the other party calls the police, the consequences could be quite troublesome.
However, Ma Jieke didn't think that much about it. Men are like that, they'll fight for a woman in a fit of rage. If you're afraid of this and that, you might as well not go out into the world and just stay at home and be a lazy bum.
She forcibly pulled him up, and Ma Jie, still not satisfied, kicked him twice more, pointing at his nose and cursing, "I'll let you off this time, but if you dare to bully my friend again, I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair!"
Xiao Heizi had been beaten bloody and struggled to his feet, hobbling away into the distance.
The staff members exchanged glances, feeling incredibly pleased. "Damn, finally someone can handle this idiot!"
Valentina immediately pulled him into the food cart and quickly found a small first-aid kit.
"Don't move, let me clean the blood off for you first."
It was only then that Ma Jieke noticed that his hands were stained with a lot of Xiao Heizi's blood, and a chill ran down his spine.
These kinds of people are basically old poison dogs. Who knows how many viruses are hidden in their blood? If they give you AIDS, it's like taking a max-level deathrattle attack.
However, as long as your skin is not broken, it shouldn't be a big problem.
Valentina first wiped the bloodstains clean with a cotton ball, then carefully wiped them twice with an alcohol swab. Only after confirming there were no external injuries did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"You scared me to death! Why were you so impulsive?"
Recalling what had just happened, she said with lingering fear, "Don't you know that fighting carries legal consequences? If you cause serious injury, you could even be arrested and imprisoned."
"Let me correct you, it's hitting someone, not fighting." Ma Jieke smiled easily. "How could I stay calm when someone bullies you in front of me? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have really thought your job was easy. You've probably encountered this kind of bully before."
Hearing his explanation, Valentina couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat. It turned out that the reason he was so agitated was because she had been bullied.
Noticing her unusual behavior, Ma Jieke was stunned: "What's wrong? Don't cry, please don't cry. I'm most afraid of seeing girls cry in front of me, because every time I do, I can't help but want to punch them."
"Get lost!" Valentina responded with a smile through her tears, amused by his last sentence. "Actually, it's not as complicated as you think. Most people are very polite, and even if there are such people, they wouldn't dare to do anything too outrageous except to grumble a few times."
"You call swearing 'grumbling'?"
Ma Jieke disagreed: "You have no idea how upset I was when I saw you being scolded. I felt like killing that kid."
These words plunged Valentina into a long silence. Her outstanding looks meant that even though she came from a poor background, she had no shortage of suitors from wealthy families. However, she knew very well that those rich young men only wanted to "play around," and none of them were truly sincere in wanting to build a long-term life connection.
This kind of relationship can be either friendship or partnership, but very few men are willing to take concrete actions or even risks for it.
"Alright, alright, I was just kidding. Who would want to kill someone so easily?"
Seeing her tearful face, Ma Jie handed her a pack of tissues: "Are you off work already? I need your help with something."
"What's wrong?" The Mexican girl immediately perked up when she heard that she needed help.
"It's hard to explain in a few words. How about we find a place to eat and chat? How about we go for Chinese food?"
The reason he suggested going to eat Chinese food was because he saw the staff outside the food truck eating the same Chinese boxed lunches.
This is a rare occurrence; no normal person would be interested in what a homeless person eats.
But today was special. The food came from Panda Express, which is run by Chinese people and has more than 800 stores across the United States. It specializes in serving Chinese food, so everyone reserved a portion to eat as their work lunch.
After all, a set meal like this, consisting of fried rice, three dishes, and a soup, costs around $10, which is quite expensive.
Of course, the Chinese food that Jack Ma thinks about is definitely not this kind of localized fast food.
Under the envious gazes of her colleagues, Valentina shyly sat on the back of the BMW motorcycle, gently holding onto Ma Jack's strong waist.
We sped along and arrived at Chinatown, located next to Highway 66. This place is very close to the city center and is extremely convenient to get to.
Unlike the dilapidated and run-down Chinatown of the 80s, which resembled urban villages, Chinatown today retains its antique charm.
The archway bearing the four Chinese characters "罗致菁华" (Luo Zhi Jing Hua) is surrounded by lanterns of all sizes, and the streets are lined with Chinese restaurants, tailor shops, antique shops, and other buildings with Chinese elements.
While passing by the Bruce Lee memorial statue, Ma Jie happily took a photo and also recommended related movies to Valentina. After all, she grew up in Mexico and wouldn't know as much about Chinese Kung Fu as people from the U.S. They have their own traditional martial arts, namely Mexican wrestling with lots of special effects. Many moves in WWE evolved from this.
I searched on YeIp (the largest business review website in the United States) and found a Sichuan restaurant with very authentic reviews from netizens.
"Jack, this restaurant doesn't look cheap. Are you sure you want to eat here?"
Looking at the luxuriously decorated storefront and the hostesses in cheongsams at the entrance, Valentina was a little worried about whether her wallet would be enough.
"How much more expensive can it be? We'll eat here. Chinese people don't cheat Chinese people."
Unlike her, Ma Jieke had many doubts and went straight to the point with the girl.
Good afternoon, welcome to Tianfu Hotel.
As soon as I stepped onto the carpet in front of the door, two hostesses in cheongsams simultaneously gestured for me to come in. Their smiles looked stiff, and their accents, a mix of Chinese and Western, sounded awkward no matter how I looked at them; they seemed no different from robots.
"Can we speak Chinese?" Ma Jie couldn't help but complain. You're in a Chinese restaurant, why are you still speaking English? When have you ever seen Japanese or Korean restaurants speak English? They always say "Yida san yi ma sei" and "Anil han sai yo".
"Okay, good afternoon, sir, good afternoon, madam, welcome to Tianfu Hotel."
The hostess was quite accommodating and immediately fulfilled Jack Ma's special request.
That feels so good... Now it feels like I'm home.
Upon entering the restaurant, a beautiful woman dressed as a manager greeted them and led them to a window seat on the second floor, where they could enjoy the street view while dining.
After taking their seats, they looked around and saw that all the waiters were familiar faces. The boys were wearing Tang suits and the girls were wearing cheongsams, and they were all speaking their hometown dialects when they talked to each other.
A young woman dressed in Hanfu sat gracefully on the central stage, a maroon-colored pavilion, performing a solo guzheng (Chinese zither) while wearing a veil.
The pavilion is surrounded by an ethereal atmosphere, with artificial mountains and strange rocks piled up, creating a wonderful ambiance. Many foreigners are taking photos and posing for pictures around it.
However, when Ma Jieke received the menu, all the wonderful things he had created instantly became less wonderful.