Invasion of the United States

When the tip of the knife was closing in, Zhou Qingfeng's left hand was still clutching a burger, and his right hand was gripping a cup of cola, with the straw distorted between his teeth.

Unwilling to let go of any bite, he simply raised his right leg and kicked forward with all his might. In the next second, two screams exploded simultaneously.

The black man clutched his crotch, his face twisted in pain. A crisp cracking sound came from his pelvis as his whole body flew half a meter into the air like a ragdoll and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhou Qingfeng wasn't in much better shape. He had yet to fully adapt to his enhanced strength, and his muscles and bones couldn't keep up.

The sheer force was too much for his body to bear. His calf suffered intense pain on the spot, causing him to be unable to put his foot down. He could only hop a few times on one leg, barely supporting himself—it was likely a tibial fracture.

The robbed elderly woman stared in astonishment.

In her eyes, it was an epic showdown between two 'young guys with spirit,' with the red-haired, tattooed one being stronger.

The robbing black man was writhing on the ground, screaming in agony and cursing incessantly, "Bastard, you're dead.

I'll remember you. I'll slice your throat open, cut your belly, and stuff your dick into your mouth."

If not for the many onlookers on the street, Zhou Qingfeng would have definitely shot the black man in the head to shut his filthy mouth.

"Young man, leave here quickly." The old lady retrieved her bag and softly reminded Zhou Qingfeng not to stand there foolishly.

As she got closer, the old lady finally saw clearly that the tall, lanky red-haired boy was Asian, and he looked like a delinquent, but holding a burger in one hand and a cola in the other, hopping on one foot, he appeared quite comical.

"Do you need to see a doctor?" The old lady observed Zhou Qingfeng's awkward stance and thought he might be injured.

"No need, I'll be fine in a little while." Zhou Qingfeng believed in his recovery ability. A mere fracture would heal just fine in a few hours.

"True, for an injury like this, even if you go to a clinic, the doctor would just offer a few comforting words and then hand you a bill for thousands of US dollars. You should leave quickly, this street is dangerous."

The old lady misunderstood his intention, and with her eyes signaling, she invited Zhou Qingfeng to follow her.

Zhou Qingfeng readily agreed, then he hopped behind the old lady on one leg, still unwilling to give up his burger and cola, eating while hopping.

"What's your name?"

"Victor."

"Do you live on this street?"

"I'm a tourist from 'Dongda.'"

Upon learning that Zhou Qingfeng was a tourist, the old lady examined him again, nodding, "Indeed, there aren't any like you in Florida.

Meeting a gangster's robbery, you actually dared to fight back. You were lucky to succeed this time. But don't do this again, those guys would really stab you."

After walking about a hundred meters and crossing a few narrow alleys, the old lady led Zhou Qingfeng to a small two-story house.

It was an ordinary townhouse, with some peeling paint on the exterior walls, and a few pots of wilted spider plants hanging on the balcony, suggesting the owner wasn't very invested in maintaining the place.

The old lady pushed open the creaky wooden door and, after entering the house, shouted upstairs, "Hari! Come down and help!"

There was a quick patter of footsteps on the stairs, and a tall, mixed-race girl walked down.

She was dressed simply in a white T-shirt and denim shorts, her long legs particularly striking in the dim lighting.

She was about Zhou Qingfeng's age, slender yet upright, with smooth, glossy, light brown skin, and exotic features in her eyes.

At the sight of Zhou Qingfeng, she suddenly halted, staring at him for several seconds without speaking, a flash of astonishment in her eyes.

The old lady didn't notice her granddaughter's reaction and continued explaining how she 'picked up' Zhou Qingfeng, "This kid is very reckless. But if not for him, I would have lost at least fifty dollars today."

Hari invited Zhou Qingfeng to sit in the living room and then assisted the old lady to the dining room, whispering, "Grandma, this guy is a robber."

"What?!" The old lady's eyes widened in disbelief, she turned and argued, "No way, he was the one being robbed, I saw it with my own eyes!"

Hari shook her head, took out her phone, and opened a social media app to show a surveillance snapshot.

In the image, a red-haired, tattooed man was brandishing a handgun, looking exactly like Zhou Qingfeng.

"Just an hour ago, someone robbed a blood collection center. The police don't care, so a bunch of private detectives took the case and are posting his picture in the community group to find him.

His appearance is too conspicuous, there's no mistake." Hari lowered her voice, speaking with certainty.

The old lady was stunned, her wrinkles deepening. She glanced toward the living room and whispered, "How about I have him leave quickly?" Thе оriginаl sоurсе is М|V|L5ЕМРYR.

"I'll handle it." Hari took over, thinking she could communicate more easily with someone her age.

Zhou Qingfeng came over himself, politely asking, "Excuse me, could I use your restroom?"

Hari couldn't refuse, nodding, "Uh… sure, it's at the end of the hall on the left."

Half an hour later, the restroom door creaked open, and Zhou Qingfeng stepped out—the grandmother and granddaughter both looked up and almost didn't recognize him.

The brazen red hair was water-soluble, washing out to reveal discreet black hair.

The tattoos on his arms were also scrubbed clean, and the nose ring was gone, tossed in the trash can.

Now, Zhou Qingfeng looked fresh and clean, like a regular Asian college student, a stark contrast to his previous gangster image.

The old lady blinked, surprised and all, but she didn't say a word.

Hari, on the other hand, seemed struck by an invisible lightning, frozen on the spot.