"I leave my hometown with my luggage... I often dream of my beloved girl... I am far away, my heart is in my hometown..."

The heavy rain comes and goes quickly. The humid air is filled with a slight scent of earth and the surface of the street paved with bluestone reflects the drizzling sunlight.

At the entrance of a second-floor grocery store on the street, a young man with a broom was humming a song that no one could understand, watching the crowds coming and going on the street lazy.

This is a young man about 1.83 meters tall. His slender figure is even more standard than a model. His coarse cloth handyman's uniform looks like a tailor-made exquisite handmade suit. His matte black hair, like a crow feather, curls slightly, and uses his old-fashioned thick bangs to keep the upper half of his face firmly behind him. With his large black-framed glasses that are so beautiful that he can hardly see what his face looks like.

After finishing the sweeping work with almost zero progress, the young man turned his head and looked at the grocery store behind him. The old storefront, the miserable variety, the single-digit daily passenger flow, and the shaky broken wooden sign. The cartoon octopus drawn on the sign faded so much that it could not tell the shape.

This made the young man wonder how long this grocery store can last.

"Heather! Don't be lazy at the door, come and move the goods!"

The dull voice of cigarettes and alcohol rushed out of the door: "I'm lazy and don't want a salary anymore?"

The young man named Heather's face turned apart, and he helplessly put the broom on the wall, patted the gray in his hand and walked into the house, and the lyrics he hummed in his mouth also changed:

"The steamed buns are in my hand... there is no drop of oil in the dish..."

Dingling!

A crisp bell sounded when the store door was pushed open.

As soon as you enter the door, there are six rows of shelves, two of which are newer in color. Nearly one-third of the area on the shelves are empty, and all of them are inferior daily necessities, cheap instant snacks and some wilted vegetables and fruits. Really valuable goods such as cigarettes and famous wines are locked in the counter made of light blue thick glass.

The electric fan above his head was spinning weakly, making a squeaking noise to fight for life. Heather, who pushed open the store door, fell on the figure behind the counter.

Dad Jack, the owner of this 'Octopus Jack Department Store'.

"What are you looking at? Why? Master Hai just scans the floor and then scans the memory?"

His fat belly tightly tied the dirty plaid shirt, and his gray beard was like a messy wire wrapped in a ball of wires. The hair that was sparse enough to cover his shiny head with ten-index. Coupled with the standard wine-trunk nose like textbooks, the first impression this short and fat old man gave people is not so beautiful.

Dad Jack half-persidled on the shabby sofa behind the counter, and his short and thick fingers like a carrot shook to the warehouse behind him, and his voice was ruthless: "You kid is the advantage of being more powerful, just take a little hug, move ten boxes of Silu to soak it out."

"Ten boxes? Just the traffic of our store is in our store. Do you want to sell it until 2009? The old man is Dadamir in 1982, you are Silu in 1999, awesome!"

The language switched from Chinese to the common language in this world. Heather walked towards the warehouse behind and complained: "I have thought of all the advertising slogans for you - the 1999-year-old Silu soaked water, ten years of precipitation, noble experience, and fragrant smell, allowing you to experience all kinds of hospitals."

"It's quite rhyming...Where do you get so much nonsense?"

After hearing the taste, Jack's father yelled in anger. He saw Heather slipping into the warehouse and shook his head: "It's a great guy, but unfortunately he has opened his mouth."

One night two months ago, I was driving to purchase goods by myself and found that the boy was lying on the side of the road in a pajamas and fell into a coma. I didn't know what I thought, but when my head was hot, I rescued him back.

Yes, if he was left alone, he would probably have to find his wreckage on the operating table of the illegal black doctor in the morning.

Although he woke up and continued in a daze for a long time, it has to be said that this kid is indeed powerful. With his identity as a savior, as well as food, accommodation and low salary, he hired this mistress who claimed to have lost his memory without signing any contract and gave him all the miscellaneous work in the store.

Then he found out that he had made money.

He is so strong that he seems to never be tired, he is not very particular about food and accommodation, and although he is not very respectful to himself, he can basically complete the work assigned to him seriously. If he really wants to say that there is any disadvantage, he is that he has a lot of appetite and his mouth is too broken.

What? The salary is too low?

A suspicious illiterate who claims to be amnesia with unknown origin, controls food and accommodation by himself, and gives 10,000 yeni a month, is he already a saint on earth?

For a moment, Dad Jack was moved by his kindness. He wiped the corners of his eyes and took out half a bottle of whiskey from under the cabinet, raised his head and took a big mouthful.

Dingling!

The store door was pushed open, and a tall man in a black hooded sportswear walked into the grocery store and smiled and greeted Jack's father: "Yo, Old Jack."

"Izenabi, I haven't seen him for more than two months, and there are not enough supplies?"

Dad Jack wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth: "I really don't understand you. Is it so exciting to practice in the deep mountains and forests? If I don't have a day, I will be so stuffy and suffocated to death."

The tall man called Izenaby smiled gently, walked to the grocery shelves related to daily necessities and said while selecting:

"This is the mainstream way of practicing in our sect, and it's good to get used to it. By the way, when I came last time, I happened to be in your handyman and asked to go back to my hometown. Have you recruited new people recently?"

Old Jack curled his lips: "...be forcibly."

"I've really been recruited?"

Izenaby looked back at Old Jack in surprise: "Can you still recruit newcomers with your bad reputation? Later, you will deceive the ignorant young man from the countryside again."

"Apologize! Apologize to the one you imagined me!"

Dad Jack was furious: "This time the other party rushed to beg me and I took him in! He... Oh, he is here. Hether, this is Mr. Izenaby, our old patron."

Izenabi turned his head and saw a young man who couldn't see clearly his face, holding five boxes of sparkling water piled up in piles with his left and right hands, and walked towards him steadily.

"Hi."

Heather nodded at Izenaby: "Are you an old customer of this store? That's really a pain for you."

Izenaby watched the young man named Heather put ten boxes of bubble water in front of the container, so relaxed that it seemed that ten boxes of foam cotton were held in his hand. There was no tremor when the boxes stacked together were placed on the ground, making people wonder if the boxes were glued.

The physical fitness is great and the coordination is also very good. Only experienced masters can have this kind of skills.

Izenaby subconsciously stroked her chin covered with stubble. Such a powerful young man could make a name for himself everywhere. How could he fall into depravity and run to Old Jack's shop and let him exploit it?

Dingling!

Three men in leather clothes with a smell of wine broke into the grocery store. The green-haired Moxigan, led by the leader, glanced at the store and spit out the toothpicks that were held at the corner of her mouth.

Dad Jack yawned and waved his short and thick fingers towards the shelf:

"Welcome to visit. If you want, go to the shelves. Our store adheres to the principle of being honest and being good at quality and cheap, and strives to serve customers..."

I can't continue to say the polite words that I remembered.

The dark muzzle pointed straight at Dad Jack's red wine-drop nose, and the old man immediately raised his hands.

The other two red-haired broom heads and blue-haired aircraft heads also took out pistols from the back, pointing them at Heather and Izenaby respectively.

"What a broken shop, it looks so poor. Forget it, it's just a ruined town in the mountains."

Green-haired Moshy pointed the gun at Dad Jack with his right hand and hooked his left hand: "Don't make a sound, slow down the old man, slowly roll out from behind the counter, so that I can see your hands... Very good, don't think about small movements. You two, go tie these two unlucky guys up and scrape them by the way."

Izenabi frowned slightly, and his body adjusted to an easy-to-attack position at a subtle angle.

These three guys were very steadily holding guns. They seemed to have done more than just such a vote, and they were not masked, so they obviously did not intend to keep a living.

In terms of reason, he would not sit idly by and watch Old Jack and this handyman named Heather die in front of him.

Suddenly, Izenaby discovered a very strange key point - although he was pointed at the head by a gun, the fear on Old Jack's face was very perfunctory.

Is this still the timid old Jack? Something is wrong!

The next moment, a blurred black shadow flashed in front of his eyes.

Accompanied by three muffled sounds, the three robbers seemed to be hit by a locomotive head-on at almost the same time, and flew up from the ground and fell rapidly towards the rear!

The store door and the closest shelf were smashed to pieces! Blood, wood chips and broken goods flew in the not-so-large store, and the dull roar never dispersed for a long time.

Old Jack subconsciously hugged his head, saw what was happening around him before yelling: "Heather! You broke my dad's container again! And this old store door!"

Izenabi, who was standing aside, had a stiff expression. Even with his powerful dynamic vision, he could only barely capture the afterimage just now.

The young man named Heather hit the three robbers with a very high speed that was almost instantly moving in less than half a second, and the force of each punch was definitely more than two tons!

After looking at the three unindividual corpses, gurgling blood slowly accumulated under the corpses, and there were two scratches with blue smoke floating on the ground. These were the traces caused by Heather's shoes rubbing against the ground at high speed.

This is definitely not a realm that ordinary humans can reach!

Izenaby subconsciously condensed the [qi] into his eyes and looked at Heather, who was squatting beside the shelves while talking back to Old Jack while packing up the scattered goods.

Although it is rare, Heather's body is indeed covered with a thin thought that looks like a quiet river.

Izenaby's cold sweat finally flowed down from his forehead.
Chapter completed!