In front of the Longfeng Teahouse.
Zuo Yi said to Zhang Yaoming, "Mr. Zhang, you can stay here and wait for my news."
Originally, he wanted to bring Zhang Yaoming to St. Paul's Monastery, but when he saw Zhang Yaoming's forehead sweating and nervous face, he changed his mind.
"Ah?"
Zhang Yaoming opened his mouth and asked hesitantly, "You're going alone?"
Zuo Yi asked, "Do you know how to get to Paul's Monastery?"
Zhang Yaoming shook his head subconsciously.
Although Zhang Yaoming had been in Saint George for more than 20 years, he had never stepped into the slums.
Because all the people he knew had warned him not to enter the slums.
Saint George was known as the City of Heaven and Hell. Hell referred to the slums of more than 10 square kilometers.
There were no laws there, only rules set by the gangs. Those who rashly broke in often didn't even find their bodies.
"That's it."
Zuo Yi said, "Lend me a car, preferably an old one."
He wasn't stupid enough to drive his Lamborghini to Paul's Monastery and cause unnecessary trouble.
In fact, Zuo Yi was fully capable of protecting Zhang Yaoming from harm, but he also understood Zhang Yaoming's fear at the moment. After all, the latter was just an ordinary person.
As a relative of Gu Kai and Zhang Wei, Zhang Yaoming had done well enough.
Zhang Yaoming soon borrowed a pickup truck. The truck was usually used to carry goods, so it looked quite shabby.
"Mr. Zuo …"
Seeing Zuo Yi open the door and sit in the driver's seat, Zhang Yaoming couldn't help but ask, "Do you really want to go there alone?"
Although Zuo Yi looked very powerful and had subdued the people of Huaixia Palace, the slums of Saint George were like a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. It was too dangerous for him to break in alone!
Zhang Yaoming was afraid that not only could he not save Gu Kai and Zhang Wei, but also Zuo Yi himself.
"Don't worry."
Zuo Yi smiled, "I will bring Yunxi's parents back."
Then, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the pickup truck forward.
On the way to the Longfeng Teahouse, Zuo Yi saw a fork in the road leading to the slums. He turned left at the intersection ahead and soon left the area of Chinatown.
Although they were all in the same city, the slums of Saint George were like a completely different world. The boundary between the slums and other places was very obvious and could be distinguished at a glance.
There were low and dilapidated houses everywhere. Most of them were built by the local residents. The roads were very narrow, and when cars drove past, dust flew everywhere. The roadside was littered with piles of garbage.
Zuo Yi turned on his phone's GPS and keyed in St. Paul's Monastery. The search showed that it was on the other side of the city.
It was obviously a new monastery that had been relocated. The St. George slum was circled by a red coin on the map, and a warning was written on it.
Even the navigation map was ineffective here!
Zuo Yi couldn't help but shake his head. He stopped the pickup and rolled down the window. He leaned out and asked, "Which one of you can speak English?"
Next to a pile of garbage by the roadside, a few Barbaro children were playing football.
Barbaro used to be a football kingdom. It was said that playing football was the only way out for the children in the slums other than joining gangs. But now it was the Extraordinary Era, and the once prosperous football league had declined.
But the tradition of playing football was obviously preserved in this land.
A few dark-skinned little guys were happily kicking the ball, enjoying their tiny bit of happiness.
Hearing Zuo Yi's call, a 13- or 14-year-old boy immediately ran over and asked curiously, "Sir, what's the matter?"
His English was not bad.
"I want to go to St. Paul's Monastery …"
Zuo Yi said, "But I don't know how to get there. Can you take me there?"
"St. Paul's Monastery?"
The brown-haired boy's eyes widened. "That's Hellfire's territory!"
He looked at Zuo Yi's skin color and appearance. He couldn't figure out why an Asian would go to St. Paul's Monastery.
Suicide?
"Yes."
Zuo Yi nodded. "You just need to take me to a place where I can see the monastery. This is your reward."
He reached out and handed the boy two bills.
Two hundred-dollar bills.
The brown-haired boy knew what was good for him. He stared at the bills and swallowed. He hesitated and said, "I, I want three!"
"Greedy little brat."
Zuo Yi laughed and added three more. "Here's five hundred."
Five hundred-dollar bills were very powerful. The brown-haired boy immediately forgot his fear of Hellfire. He took the bills, opened the door of the passenger seat, and sat down.
He stuffed the bills into his pocket and said to Zuo Yi seriously, "Sir, Hellfire doesn't welcome strangers. The owner of St. Paul's Monastery, Iron Fist Paul, is very powerful. Do you really want to go there?"
For the sake of the bills, the brown-haired boy kindly persuaded him.
Zuo Yi smiled. "Of course."
"Okay then."
The brown-haired boy sighed. Since Zuo Yi wanted to die, he had no reason to stop him.
Under the guidance of the brown-haired boy, Zuo Yi drove the pickup truck around the slums. It took them nearly half an hour to reach their destination.
"That's St. Paul's Monastery …"
The brown-haired boy pointed to the tall building in front of them and said, "I can only take you here."
“OK。”
Zuo Yi let him get out of the car. "Goodbye."
The brown-haired boy jumped out nimbly and said to Zuo Yi, "You're a good person. I hope you can go back alive."
After that, he closed the door and ran, disappearing into the dirty street in the blink of an eye.
Zuo Yi saw that the road ahead was very narrow. It would be difficult for the pickup truck to drive through, so he got out of the car as well.
As soon as he got out of the car with his backpack, four or five men with unfriendly expressions immediately surrounded him. One of them, whose face was covered in tattoos, said a few words to him in a threatening manner.
He even took out a pistol and gestured at Zuo Yi.
Zuo Yi's expression didn't change. "Speak English."
"Who are you?"
The tattooed man asked in broken English, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to ransom someone."
Zuo Yi patted his backpack and said, "I have an appointment with your people to meet at the monastery."
The tattooed man frowned. He looked at Zuo Yi up and down, looking very puzzled.
Sniffling, the tattooed man took out his phone from his pocket and made a call. After talking to the other party for half a minute, he waved his pistol and said, "Come with me. Don't try to play any tricks!"
Thus, under the escort of several gang members, Zuo Yi entered St. Paul's Monastery.
There were many people inside. Like the people who brought Zuo Yi here, they all wore headscarves with the Hellfire emblem.
The headscarves were bright red, as if they were the color of blood!
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