Dark Super God

After hearing the driver's words, Gu Xing's thoughts returned and he looked out the window.

I saw that the street outside the taxi was different from the previous European and American style. There were obviously more and more colorful GG brands with Chinese characters, stores and familiar Asian faces.

"OK, thanks."

After thanking the driver, Gu Xing paid the fare and got out of the car.

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The taxi only stopped at the intersection of New York's Chinatown. After Gu Xing got off the taxi, he walked deeper into Chinatown.

Although the buildings on both sides of the road are still cement buildings, their decoration style is obviously different from other streets in New York. However, the people walking on the street are not all Asians. There are also many whites and blacks, and they look like whites and blacks. The number is slightly more than that of Asians.

Moreover, among the conversations Gu Xing heard from the people around him along the way, there were still many people speaking English.

Although this is Chinatown, it is still the United States. Most of the people who open shops here are actually Chinese who have left China for a long time. At the beginning, the majority were from Hong Kong, Taiwan, Guangdong, Fujian and other places, because compared with other places in the country, these people The local economy is relatively developed and people have the conditions to immigrate.

But when these people left their motherland, Mandarin was not yet popular, and they all spoke Cantonese and Hokkien. After coming to the United States, they became accustomed to speaking English, and naturally they could not speak Mandarin well.

Of course, you should still be able to understand it.

As Gu Xing went deeper, he observed both sides of the street.

The shops on both sides of the street were written in traditional Chinese characters plus English. Most of them were restaurants, pedicures, massages, acupuncture, and casinos. After walking for a while, Gu Xing didn't see a single martial arts gym.

This made him frown.

Helpless, Gu Xing had no choice but to walk into a small acupuncture and massage shop and asked a middle-aged Asian woman in her forties sitting at the front desk, "Excuse me, where is the martial arts gym here?"

He spoke English, and everyone around him spoke English. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he chose to do as the Romans do.

As for why he chose an acupuncture and massage shop, this is because in Gu Xing's view, if people in a martial arts gym often practice martial arts and compete, bumps and bruises are inevitable, and people in a profession like acupuncture and massage are definitely more familiar than other professions.

The middle-aged Asian woman listened to Gu Xing's words and glanced at him. After seeing his Asian face, she asked: "Are you from Hong Kong?"

Gu Xing shook his head.

The middle-aged woman couldn't help but look strange: "It's really rare for someone who is not from Hong Kong to ask about the martial arts school."

After saying this, she paused and then said: "There are no martial arts schools in Chinatown now. The kung fu craze stopped twenty years ago. A few years ago, the movie about a panda who knew kung fu made it pick up some steam, but It’s of no use, the rent is so expensive now, those who opened martial arts schools have already closed their doors because they couldn’t afford it.”

"Closed?"

When Gu Xing heard this, he couldn't help but be surprised, "Everyone is closed?"

"Everything is closed."

The middle-aged woman sat back on the chair at the front desk.

Gu Xing frowned slightly and asked, "Then do you know where those people who opened martial arts schools have gone?"

The martial arts gym is closed, but people are not dead, right?

As long as he's not dead, his kung fu should still be there, just find someone.

"Well..."

Hearing Gu Xing's words, the middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows and said, "It involves other people's privacy. It's not convenient for me to disclose it."

Seeing this, Gu Xing didn't say anything, he just took out his wallet, took out a hundred dollar bill and put it on the front desk.

When the middle-aged woman saw it, a smile spread across her face. She stood up again and put the money away eagerly, saying: "In the past, those who opened martial arts schools all returned to their countries and changed their careers. I only know of one master who is still in New York. But he has also changed his career and now opens a ramen restaurant in Brooklyn to make a living.”

"What is this master's name?"

Gu Xing looked at the expression on the middle-aged woman's face and asked.

He was watching the micro-expressions on the other person's face to see if he was lying, lest the other person would be blinded by the money and trick him into making his trip to Brooklyn in vain.

"The chef's surname is Luo, which seems to be Luo Cheng. The address of the noodle shop he opened is Fifth Avenue in Brooklyn..."

The middle-aged woman said the other party's address smoothly in one breath.

Gu Xing observed and found that the other party's micro-expression did not look like he was lying, so after listening, he nodded, said "thank you" and left the store.

After that, he didn’t rush to Brooklyn, but continued walking around Chinatown.

Although the middle-aged woman in the acupuncture and massage shop showed no signs of lying, the other party was just an ordinary person in Chinatown. It was impossible to know everything about the situation in Chinatown. There must be things that the other party did not know. Gu Xing decided to ask other people. people.

Later, Gu Xing asked about nearby restaurants, ceramics and other stores, and found that the people in these stores were similar to the middle-aged women at the previous acupuncture and massage store. They all said that because of the increasingly expensive rents in Chinatown, those martial arts gyms had been closed for several years. They could no longer be opened a year ago and were closed one after another.

As for the whereabouts of the martial arts masters, most people in the stores don't know. Only people in a few stores have told some information about the martial arts masters, and two of them are "money-minded" people who made up lies. There are only a few pieces of real information.

Gu Xing did not do anything to the two people who made up lies, nor did he take back the money given to them. For him now, 100 US dollars is nothing.

Chinatown, which is four square kilometers, has a total of forty or fifty streets. After Gu Xingcai visited more than twenty streets, the time came to three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

Looking at the sun that was already setting, Gu Xing stood still while moving.

"It's almost the same information. The only useful information at the moment is Master Luo who opened a noodle shop in Brooklyn. The other chefs have either returned or are not in New York. These ordinary people know too little."

Gu Xing frowned slightly.

So far, the few pieces of information he knew about martial arts masters were only useful ones provided by the middle-aged woman who was the first to ask, which made him feel it was a waste of time.

"Forget it, let's stop here and go find Master Luo who runs the noodle shop first."

With a decision made in his mind, Gu Xing immediately turned around and walked out of Chinatown, preparing to leave for Brooklyn.

However, when he was coming to the end, suddenly——

"Um?"

Gu Xing felt that someone was following him.

Gu Xing did not have the ability to feel the gaze of people in the dark. He found out that these people were following him because after he reached the end of the street and the crowd around him gradually decreased, several people were walking around with him. Regularity.

He relied on his five senses to detect the information in the voice, and then he judged that someone was following him.

"Are you discovering the following now because they were about to leave? But these people obviously didn't move before. I've been here for a few hours, so it's impossible for them to be following me now. In other words... the whole Chinatown is actually an informant, just because I am in it, they don’t need to move, they just need to notify the next range of eyes to observe my movements?”

Gu Xing quickly analyzed in his mind why he had been in Chinatown for several hours and only discovered the person following him when he left.

Thinking about it, Gu Xing suddenly turned around and walked towards the following people.

The people being followed were three young men with Asian faces, dressed a bit like the young and Dangerous boys from Hong Kong ten or twenty years ago.

When Gu Xing suddenly turned around, the three young men with Asian faces who were originally following Gu Xing stopped for an instant, or turned sharply, or turned sideways, or turned around, pretending to be ordinary people walking around.

Gu Xing ignored the three people's pretense, came directly to them, and said calmly: "Why are you following me?"

This sentence made the people around him look at Gu Xing strangely.

The three people also looked at Gu Xing pretending to be strange, and then left.

Gu Xing sneered and said, "You three dare to follow me and you should know who I am and my temper. If you dare to act stupid again, I will kill you immediately!"

As soon as these words came out, the three young men who had pretended to be passers-by and were about to leave were suddenly shaken and did not dare to move again.

Obviously, as Gu Xing said, the three of them knew Gu Xing and his temper.

In the domestic environment, where even the military dared to confront people, what was the point of killing three of them in the street? !

The three young men turned around slowly and stiffly, and one of them, who seemed to be the leader, sneered and said in broken Mandarin with a Hong Kong flavor: "I'll show you what's wrong with Tang Yin's throat..." (Our boss asked us to see what you want to do in Chinatown...)"

“Speak English or Cantonese”

Gu Xing glanced at the three of them lightly and asked, "Who is your boss?"

When the three heard this, they looked at each other, and then replied in unison with a hint of pride: "The number one Chinese in New York, Cen Junsheng!"