Two Realms: From Glass Beads to Divine Skills, Invincible

Chapter 65: The Sausage Processing Plant on Fez Street.

"Ah~~~"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out.

A seemingly invisible person, dressed in a blue hoodie and jeans, rolled about ten meters away under the dim streetlights.

"An invisible man?"

Bai Chen was startled, but when he saw it clearly, he was speechless.

There was no invisible man at all; he was clearly an old black man whose skin blended perfectly with the environment, causing the other man to only see the clothes on the outside and not the person underneath.

"Damn, that scared me."

Bai Chen shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, then jumped onto the motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and sped off.

None of the biker gangs in the United States are good people.

Therefore, he would not feel any moral burden whatsoever if he robbed a motorcycle gang.

This is a Harley-Davidson, whose twin-cylinder engine produces a deep, loud exhaust note, making it a favorite among bikers who love to show off on the streets.

boom!

The engine roared, and the speed soared.

Bai Chen's training clothes rustled in the strong wind.

Becoming a martial artist is not just about being strong; it also greatly enhances one's balance, body control, and reaction speed.

Racing has become much easier.

"Awesome!" Bai Chen was excited and couldn't help but turn the accelerator all the way to the floor.

The speed soared to 170 miles per hour, and the enormous roar was like an airplane cutting through the air.

In just a few minutes.

Bai Chen arrived at the building where the rented apartment was located.

Squeak... The car braked suddenly, the tires rubbing against the ground, filling the air with the smell of rubber.

Park the car properly.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, and with the dim lighting, it resembled a silent abyss.

Bai Chen was highly skilled and daring, so he didn't care and quickly went upstairs.

His rented room was on the seventh floor.

however.

When he arrived at his room door, he took out his room key but then paused.

"Is anyone there?"

Bai Chen frowned slightly.

His five senses were extremely sharp; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to walk the line from Mexico to the lighthouse alive.

Since I started practicing martial arts, my five senses have been further enhanced.

Therefore, he could clearly hear the snoring in the room.

"Phew~"

Bai Chen took a deep breath and took a small step back.

Then, he suddenly leaped forward, kicked open the door, and nimbly moved towards the bedroom.

"अरेबापरे (Are~Bapre, translation: Holy crap)"

An Indian man sat up, looked around in a panic, and then saw Bai Chen. He quickly asked in English:

"Who...who are you, and why are you in the room I've taken over?"

"The room you occupied?"

Bai Chen frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "This is my house!"

The Indian man from India was visibly taken aback for a moment, then angrily retorted, "Buddy, are you kidding me? All the residents here have been arrested, how could this be your house?"

This statement came out.

Bai Chen knew exactly what was going on.

It was obviously the news that the illegal workers in this building had been arrested that spread, and then a group of people came and occupied the abandoned house.

This kind of thing is very common in the United States, especially in places where illegal workers live.

then.

Bai Chen was too lazy to waste words with this Indian from India. He stepped forward and grabbed the Indian's shoulders with his hands, which were like a pair of pliers.

With a little force, a "crack...crack" sound was heard, and the shoulder joint was dislocated.

"Oh no, it hurts, it hurts, fuck..."

The Indian from India immediately let out a painful wail that echoed throughout the entire building.

Unfortunately, this is a chaotic slum in the United States, and no one will come to check what's going on just because they heard screams, not even the United States' hat.

After completely rendering the Indian man incapacitated.

Bai Chen then left the bedroom and went to the living room to check his belongings.

Open the freezer.

The scene that came into view made his face turn extremely gloomy.

Empty.

There was no python meat, no python bones, and no python gallbladder in sight; there was only a pile of unmelted ice shards.

"Grass!"

Bai Chen suppressed his anger and quickly went to a secluded corner of the room.

When the ICE surrounded the building, he placed his weapons and US dollars in that hidden corner and covered them with a cloth.

Unsurprisingly, this corner was also empty.

...

Back in the bedroom.

Then they saw that the Indian man had already gotten out of bed, his two arms hanging freely because the joints had been dislocated.

The bedside table was already open, and one of the Indian's feet was already stuck inside.

Upon seeing this.

Bai Chen strode forward and slapped him across the face.

With a thud, the immense force sent the Indian man flying backward, crashing heavily into the wooden edge of the bed.

"ah...."

The Indian man lay on the ground screaming in agony, trying to get up but unable to, and could only wriggle on the ground.

Here.

After Bai Chen swatted the Indian away, he looked at the drawer of the bedside table.

Inside were stacks of dark green banknotes and a loaded submachine gun.

Sure enough, the things were taken by this Indian guy.

Bai Chen was furious.

With a swift movement, he moved directly to the other side of the bed and lifted Ah San up.

"NONONO, spare me! All the money is yours, take it all!" the Indian man begged in terror.

Where did all the things in the refrigerator go?

Bai Chen suppressed his anger and reprimanded in a low voice.

He didn't care about the hundreds of thousands of dollars or the submachine guns; he just wanted to know where the python materials in the refrigerator had gone.

"Refrigerator, refrigerator..."

The Indian man, gripped by fear, his lips moved trembling. It took him a long time to recover before he mumbled something:

"The meat, it's all sold, all sold to the factory, it made five hundred dollars. I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you double, I..."

Snapped!

Bai Chen gritted his teeth and slapped him again.

Damn it, he sold his treasure for five hundred dollars: several hundred kilograms of python meat, plus a treasure that could help a martial artist at the peak of the Acquired Realm break through to the Innate Realm.

"Damn Indian, tell me, where were they sold?" Bai Chen suppressed his murderous urge and asked, enunciating each word clearly.

"608 Fez Street, a sausage processing factory run by Chinese." The Indian man trembled and quickly confessed honestly.

After obtaining the results.

Bai Chen broke both of the Indian's legs with two punches, then grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

"Let...let me go!" The Indian man's arms and legs were broken, and the intense pain distorted his face, but it was nothing compared to the fear in his heart.

"Don't worry, if you're not lying to me, I'll send you away."

Bai Chen said calmly.

After saying that, he picked up the submachine gun next to him and slung it over his back.

Then, as if he were a chick, he picked up Ah San and left the rented room.

.....

608 Faith Street!

A sausage processing plant without proper qualifications is bustling with activity as a dozen unlicensed workers work.

Boom~

A Harley-Davidson motorcycle sped up, then braked and drifted to a stop at the entrance of the sausage processing plant.

"Ah San, wait for me patiently. I'll take you home after I'm done."

Bai Chen sneered and strode towards the sausage processing plant.