Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 43 The Man with Strong Luck
  "You damaged something in the store, boy, and you have to make amends!"

A strong man in a suit grabbed a blond young man by the collar and said viciously.

Although the blond young man was in a very embarrassing situation in Terry's opinion, there was no shame or anger on his face. He just looked at the strong man with a calm face: "This shop is owned by my father. It was given to me as a birthday present when I was 8 years old, why should I lose money?”

"Huh? I'm afraid your kid isn't mentally ill, is he? Just like the poor clothes you're wearing?"

"Oh?"

The young man looked at the other party indifferently and mocked him, and asked calmly: "Isn't this Wendel's property?"

The strong man sneered. Obviously, he had not heard of Wendell. In fact, he was already bored. He raised his sandbag-sized fists high: "If you don't have money, then I'm afraid I can only ask you to suffer a little." .”

"Hey."

Terry poked the strong man in the waist.

Um? Liz's eyes suddenly widened and she looked back in surprise - she didn't even notice when Terry passed by her.

Uncle Martin always takes Terry on the street, letting Terry see with his own eyes how to help as much as he can without hurting the other person's dignity.

After all, if it was just something that could be solved with a small amount of money and save a person from a severe beating, he would still be happy to help.

The strong man turned around with some doubts. He was a businessman after all. He did not transfer his anger to Terry, but just reluctantly softened his expression.

Terry took out some cash and was about to give it to the strong man.

The strong man sneered, clenched his fists, and shook his head at Terry: "Look, good Samaritan, your kindness is directed at the wrong person, so get out of the way and be careful." Splattered by his spit."

The strong man let go of the young man's collar, looked at Terry's clothes, and quoted three hundred dollars with some suspicion.

The damage was indeed not serious, because this was a toy store, and the blond young man broke an exquisite ceramic toy from the East. If it hadn't been on a luxury street, the price would probably not even be as high as the breakfast that Terry usually had when he visited the store.

Terry glanced at the young man. He had some messy stubble on his chin and his clothes were ragged, but his eyes were very clear and showed no signs of madness.

Even though Martin was not so prosperous at the time that he was able to help the world, the people he met when he passed by were completely like a fish.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Terry said gently.

Just like the woman holding a child he met before, if the other party hadn't been in a hurry, he would probably have asked. Even if he couldn't completely solve the other party's difficulties, he didn't have a small amount of money to slightly alleviate the other party's current predicament.

"It's not that troublesome."

"Oh, I want to ask what object he damaged?"

The young man grabbed Terry's outstretched wrist, and finally there was some dissatisfaction on his face: "My father gave me the property, why do I need you to help me pay for it?"

Because Martin himself has experienced more difficult situations, including Terry, his uncle and nephew can understand the mood and situation of people in difficulty.

"No."

"Tsk, so it seems you really want to get a beating?"

Terry struggled hard, but he didn't break free from the young man's grasp. However, he changed his hand and handed the money over with his other hand: "How about changing the logic, I bought a toy from the store, and when I took it out, it was accidentally... The shop owner' broke it, now it's time for me to claim compensation with the shop owner, no one will be beaten and spit on today."

Hey, this is really not Terry Xian's, but Uncle Martin's practice of implementing this kind of thing for more than ten years.

Chinatown often welcomes new Chinese compatriots, many of whom are similar to refugees.

The strong man loosened his clenched fists, nodded and shrugged after taking the money: "Then I wish you a successful claim against my 'boss', or you can take him to court. I really hate it. My boss’s.”

The toy store employees turned around and returned to the store, leaving only the young man still holding onto Terry's empty wrist.

"Can you let go? I don't want the money anymore. You keep holding on like this - I still have a date watching you."

The young man pursed his lips and released his grip on Terry. The latter retracted his wrist and rubbed it without changing his expression.

The hand is so strong, the joints are covered with thick calluses, and even the inside of the palm is quite rough. Such marks are really rare to appear on a young Westerner. Judging from his fair skin, he doesn’t look like a coolie.

The young man gave Terry a complicated look, and then turned his attention to the sign of the toy store. A little nostalgia and melancholy finally appeared in his eyes that had been so calm before.

Terry was originally going to leave directly, but this time he was really curious.

Never judge a book by its appearance, never judge a book by its appearance, never judge a book by its appearance.

After thinking about it three times in his mind, Terry took his eyes away from the rags the other party was wearing, which looked like random rags picked up from the ground in a slum.

"Is this really your store?"

The young man nodded without hesitation: "Thank you."

Then he added: "Danny Rand."

"Terry Lee, I'm sorry for what happened to Mr. Wendell's family."

He finally knew who the other party was. It seemed that some clips from TV series and animations were introduced in his memory, but wasn't the plot about Danny going to his father's previous company to cause trouble?
  How could this happen in a luxury toy store?

The young man's expression finally widened this time. He turned around slightly surprised and looked at Terry seriously: "Do you know my father?"

Terry said something ambiguous without changing his expression: "My family is also in business, and the Rand Group's industry is very big - or it used to be very big."

Of course he didn't know, he knew shit, except that the young man in front of him was nicknamed Iron Fist and seemed to have a good relationship with Spider-Man, he didn't know most of it.

Oh, it doesn’t seem like I don’t know at all.

Iron Fist is against Kingpin, but Kingpin is dead. Iron Fist has one less opponent, and so does Spider-Man.

Danny became visibly more melancholy because of the word "once" that Terry said.

However, Danny's heart is obviously quite strong. It is obviously the ultimate melancholy scene in the East - revisiting the old place, changing things and thinking about people after seeing things, a trinity of super soul-crushing packages, but Danny's expression soon changed again. Became indifferent.

"Thank you for helping me out. Maybe I shouldn't be attached to these external things."

Danny was like an enlightened monk, all he needed to do was put his hands together.

He smiled at Terry and said, "I think I need to repay you."

Before Terry could react, Danny suddenly stretched out his right hand and tapped Terry's eyebrow with his index finger: "I feel an evil energy in your spirit. If you don't mind, I can help you expel it. And I will teach you a simple meditation method."

Danny thought for a while, and seemed to think that the concept of meditation was difficult for modern urban people to understand, so he added another sentence.

"You can think of it as a meditation method that can help you guard the spiritual platform - um, I mean to strengthen your spirit."

Terry's eyes became as weird as if he had just met 'Venom Agent' Thompson a week ago and then turned around and met Spider-Man Peter.

Do you have any good luck in yourself?
  What comes to mind?
  Wanting to learn reliable swordsmanship, he became a disciple of Hawkeye's swordsmanship teacher.

I want to find a way to strengthen my spirit - this level of difficulty is not comparable to the previous one.

Then he met Danny Rand, and he knew that this so-called meditation method was probably reliable.

If you go back and recall it carefully.

When he didn't know the existence of dark souls, Ancient One awakened him by giving him blessings, but he was unwilling to worship Kama Taj, and then he turned around and met the mysterious female magician Mayfair.

If you add to this the fact that he met Uncle Martin who rushed back to his hometown as soon as he got off the plane when he became a beggar in his childhood.

"Luck does exist in the world, and a person's luck should be constant, but there is a clear cut between me and Hei." ’

‘If you look at it from memory, Kuroya’s life has indeed been miserable. ’

(End of this chapter)