Li Ang took a taxi to the Balan district, the largest slum in Madrid.
Don't think that there were no poor people in Western society. There were rich and poor everywhere. Many people yearned for the paradise-like life in European countries, but paradise was certainly not just a prosperous scene with skyscrapers and endless traffic. There were also low houses, mottled residences, starvation, fights, poisons, and all sorts of other messy places.
Balan was the largest slum in Madrid. Madrid people living in other areas, especially the rich or the middle class, looked at this area with puzzlement, pity, and even contempt.
Li Ang sat in the taxi. At this time, he realized why the taxi driver was so surprised when he heard that he was coming to the Balan district.
This was a place that was incompatible with the bustling Madrid.
Dirty, messy, and poor.
These three words summed up the scene he saw.
As the taxi went deeper into Longbottom Avenue, the taxi driver became more cautious. His mouth constantly spouted Spanish curses, and at the same time, his actions of honking the horn became a lot lighter.
Li Ang fully agreed with the taxi driver's caution because, on both sides of the road, the number of idle or busy dangerous people began to increase.
There were well-dressed prostitutes leaning against the door, smoking while waiting for customers. There were also gangsters with tattoos on their bodies, cigarettes in their mouths, and baseball bats in their hands. They looked at the taxi that drove in, and all of them looked unfriendly.
"Sir, although I don't understand why you are here, I still want to remind you to be careful," the taxi driver said. "If you encounter trouble, don't resist! As long as you give them your wallet, you won't be hurt. "
Li Ang listened to the driver's words and felt that the other party was exaggerating. The world outside the car did seem very dangerous for an intruder like him.
Although his skills were not bad, it was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands. Li Ang secretly reminded himself to be vigilant. At the same time, he was curious and surprised that Juan Carlos and his sister, who was rumored to be very beautiful, lived in such a terrible place. He had heard before that Balan was a slum area in Madrid, but he had never been there. He did not have any intuitive feeling about it. At this time, what he saw in front of his eyes was really a big impact on him.
"Sir, we can't drive in front," the driver said.
Indeed, they couldn't drive in. There was supposed to be a road in front of them, but a tent had been set up directly. Under the tent, there was now a residence. There was only a gap in the middle, enough for a pedestrian to walk through. Obviously, vehicles were not allowed to enter.
Li Ang paid the fare, and then he saw the taxi driver quickly turn around and leave, as if there would be danger if he stayed here for a while.
*****
Li Ang looked around, and the people around him were also looking at him. He had a curious expression, and the people around him looked at him strangely, as if they were looking at colorful banknotes.
"Am I being treated as a fat sheep to be bullied?" Li Ang laughed bitterly in his heart.
Balan District, Room 201, Block B, Block H, 19 Longbottom Avenue. Li Ang silently recited the address. He found that the house numbers here were in a mess and were not in order at all. Even the postman would have a headache coming here.
At this time, a few young men with tattoos of about seventeen or eighteen years old surrounded him.
One of them had a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the unfamiliar intruder from the corner of his eyes.
"Juan!" Li Ang did not seem to care about the people who surrounded him. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Juan Carlos! Who can tell me where that guy lives? Where did he go? "
The young men who were surrounding him stopped. The young man with the cigarette in his mouth looked at Li Ang. "You're looking for Juan? Juan Carlos? "
"That's right." Li Ang nodded. "The kid who used to play football in Getafe. I know what he's doing now. I can't wait to see him get beaten black and blue. He told me the address is here. "
The young man in the lead waved at the people around him. "Get out of here! There's no fun here. "
Although the intruder was a stranger, he could call out Carlos's name and knew that Carlos was now a boxing sparring partner. This was a secret that not many people knew, not even Carlos' sister. This meant that this person was indeed Carlos's friend, the kind that was very close. He was one of them.
The people around him dispersed, and some even hissed. Obviously, they were depressed that they could not do anything to the "fat sheep" because of the change in his identity.
*****
"Li Ang." Li Ang reached out his right hand. "You can call me Li."
The young man was a little surprised when he saw the outstretched hand. He looked at his dirty right hand and hesitantly reached out.
"Yuri Koukas," he said.
Li Ang did not mind shaking the other party's hand. The latter's cold eyes had a hint of gentleness.
"Let me show you the way. It's hard for outsiders to find this place," Koukas said.
"Yeah." Li Ang chatted with the other party as they walked. "To be honest, this is my first time in Balan."
"I can see that," Koukas said. He glanced at Li Ang's well-ironed suit, which meant that Li Ang's outfit was out of place here. However, for Li Ang's honesty, he felt that this person was quite good. "What do you do?" he asked.
"A football coach." Li Ang said, "I think Carlos should continue to play football. He has the talent, so —" He shrugged, "So, that's why I'm here."
"You must be a good coach," Koukas said.
"Why do you say so?" Li Ang asked.
"It's hard to imagine that a coach would come to this place for a kid from the slums," Koukas said.
Li Ang laughed and patted Koukas on the shoulder, which meant that he liked to hear it. The latter laughed too.
The two went up the stairs. The old walls exuded a musty smell.
"We're here," Koukas said as they stopped in front of a door. He went up and knocked on the door.
After a knock on the door, a very pleasant female voice sounded from inside. "Juan?"
"Sister Alice, it's me, Yuri."
The sound of footsteps came from inside. At the same time, a voice asked, "What's the matter? Yuri. "
"Someone is looking for Juan," Koukas said. At the same time, the door creaked open.
Li Ang was about to answer when he saw a beautiful face. It was a beautiful face that was hard to forget at first glance. He really couldn't imagine that in the slums of Madrid, in such a place, there would be such a beautiful girl living here. At this moment, Li Ang had to admit that the independent scout was right. She was a super beauty.
She was a girl in her early twenties. She was a beautiful girl with beautiful blonde hair. At first glance, Li Ang felt that the beautiful face was somewhat familiar. This made him feel strange. He had never seen this girl before. Why did he feel that she was familiar?
The girl who came out of the oil painting stunned his heart. There was no other thought in his mind.
"You are?" There were two people at the door. One of them was Koukas, and the other was naturally the visitor.
"I'm a football coach." Li Ang bowed slightly and reached out a hand. "I'm here for Juan and Carlos."
The girl shook hands with Li Ang gently and quickly withdrew her hand.
Li Ang sighed in his heart before he felt the soft and smooth touch of her hand.
"Please come in. Let's talk inside." The girl opened the door.
"Thank you." Li Ang nodded and stepped in.
"Sister Alice, I'm downstairs. Call me if you need anything," Koukas said.
"Thank you, Yuri." Alice nodded.
Li Ang smiled. He knew that Koukas was warning him. He meant that he was not far away and that he should not try to do anything inappropriate to Alice. He thought it was funny. At the same time, he was also curious. Although this place was dirty and messy, it seemed to be quite united.
*****
"Do you want some water?" Alice motioned for Li Ang to sit down. The girl began to busy herself. She said with an apologetic look, "There are few guests at home, so I didn't prepare coffee and tea."
"Water will be fine." Li Ang said with a smile.
Looking at the girl who was as busy as a beautiful butterfly, Li Ang felt a little uneasy. Two people, a man and a woman alone in a room, always felt a little ambiguous.
"Thank you." Taking the cup from Alice, Li Ang still felt that to avoid awkwardness, he should go straight to the point. "I'm here for Juan - Carlos. I'm a football coach. I've seen Carlos play. I think he's a great young man."
Speaking of this, Li Ang paused and took a sip of water. Then he saw the beautiful smile on the girl's face. It was a happy smile that bloomed because her brother was praised.
Li Ang felt his heart beat faster. He suddenly felt that just seeing this beautiful smile made this trip worthwhile.
*****
While Li Ang was talking with the beautiful girl Alice, the interesting father and son, Morata and his son, were suffering a great humiliation in the Real Madrid Chamardine Training Base, which was more than 20 kilometers away from this slum.
PS: Third update.
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