Chapter 78 New Breathing Method [Eighth Update, Please Subscribe, Monthly Ticket]

"It turns out that there was another Hollow under his feet. No wonder he didn't move. I thought he was frightened..." Rukia Kuchiki lowered her head and observed the state of Yosuke Motokawa, and found that the other Hollow had changed from an ordinary soul to another. It didn't take long to transform into virtuality.

"With that man's power, this Hollow should have been eliminated by him long ago. It has been delayed until now. The two should know each other."

Rukia Kuchiki had a suspicion in her mind, and immediately turned to ask Kurosaki Ichigo:

"Hey! You know this Hollow, right?"

"Hollow?" Kurosaki Ichigo didn't understand what Rukia Kuchiki was talking about, but saw that she was pointing at Yosuke Honkawa, so he nodded and said, "You mean Uncle Yosuke? Yes, we know him."

Then Ichigo Kurosaki told him everything about Yosuke Honkawa, from the cause of his death and his wishes to Chu Yang helping him get compensation.

"I can't tell that guy has a good heart." Rukia Kuchiki cursed secretly, glancing at Chu Yang who looked like a humanoid monster.

"Is this state called a Hollow?" Kurosaki Ichigo asked anxiously: "Why did Uncle Yosuke become like this? Is there any way to change him back?"

"The best way to deal with it is to let him ascend to heaven. Since his last wish has been fulfilled, he should not stay any longer, otherwise he will gradually lose his mind and become a monster in the future."

Kuchiki Rukia briefly explained the meaning of soul and hollow, and considered how to bury Yosuke Motokawa.

Chu Yang had severely injured him, and he had no ability to resist no matter how Kuchiki Rukia dealt with him.

However, the virtual soul burial is much more complicated than the soul burial of ordinary souls and requires a lot of preparation work.

If Rukia Kuchiki wants to complete the soul burial of Yosuke Motokawa, she must ensure that the surrounding environment is stable and cannot be hindered by the outside world.

We have to deal with the Hollow that is about to evolve in front of us first.

"Damn it, as a god of death, how can I just watch like this? This should be my duty!"

The close combat between Chu Yang and Xu was extremely fierce, and Rukia had no room to take action with her Zanpakutō, so she could only watch them fight.

If it weren't for the sparsely populated area and few buildings, it would have been another huge disaster.

It is difficult to see a complete piece of land nearby, surrounded by pits and ravines.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Rukia wouldn't have believed what she saw.

If someone in Soul Society told her that a human could suppress a Hollow with physical strength alone without a Zanpakutō, she would definitely think that person was a lunatic.

After struggling for a while, Chu Yang jumped up high and smashed Xu's mask into pieces with one punch.

Boom! ! !

The huge Hollow fell down, and the broken mask on its face flew away in the wind, revealing a human face.

"Leave it to you!" Chu Yang pinched his neck and jumped off Xu's body with a tired look on his face.

In terms of pure combat power, Death is undoubtedly much higher than Naruto and Pirates. No matter how exaggerated the latter two are, most of them still stay at the human level.

Of course, the Immortal of Six Paths is an exception.

In the Shinigami world with a high level of combat power, even an ordinary Hollow is actually not easy to deal with, not to mention that the Hollow attracted by Rukia has begun to evolve in the direction of a great Hollow.

Without using wood escape and other means, Chu Yang really spent a lot of effort to defeat this virtual beast.

Even so, this result was enough to make Lucia stunned.

She has been a Shinigami for some years, and this is the first time she has seen such a battle.

At the request of Chu Yang and Kurosaki Ichigo, Rukia took the lead in soul burial for Yosuke Motokawa. She was supposed to deal with another Hollow that was more harmful first.

At the last moment of the soul burial, Yosuke Motokawa regained his original consciousness. After hearing that Dongze had given the compensation to his family, he completely let go of his last concern for the present world.

Before leaving, this honest and responsible worker was still sincerely thanking Chu Yang and Kurosaki Ichigo for working for him.

After sending away Yosuke Honkawa, Rukia began to purify the other Hollow, inserting the Zanpakutō into the hole in the opponent's chest.

Chu Yang could tell from the sweat on her temples that this was not an easy job, at least it was more troublesome than dealing with Yosuke Motokawa.

"You're really awesome!"

Kurosaki Ichigo walked to Chu Yang silently and said with emotion: "I can actually fight that kind of monster back and forth."

"What does it mean to come back?" Chu Yang said dissatisfied: "Didn't you see how badly it was beaten by me? I didn't even get my clothes dirty."

Kurosaki Ichigo turned to look at Chu Yang.

I found that the other party's school uniform was really spotless, let alone damaged.

Of course, Chu Yang's school uniform is fine. He is surrounded by domineering energy all over his body. If you want to break his domineering attitude, you must at least be at the Daxu level.

Ichigo Kurosaki scratched his head and said, "That girl just said she was a god of death. Are you also a god of death?"

Chu Yang rolled his eyes at him angrily and said, "I am the Lord of Hell!"

The Buddhist culture of Neon Kingdom originated from China, and naturally there is also the statement of Lord Yama, but it is not as widely spread as Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Kurosaki Ichigo was stunned for a moment after hearing Chu Yang's answer, and immediately realized that the other party was making fun of him, so he scratched his head and laughed awkwardly.

"It's a pity that there is no Lord of Hell in hell, only souls who have committed major crimes, such as this Xu!"

At the same time as Lucia's voice sounded, a strange and terrifying door slowly appeared in the void.

Ancient incantations are engraved on the door, and there is a pair of ferocious white bones in the middle. The fingertips of the bones are tightly clasping the crack of the door, as if they are trying their best to open the door.

The moment they saw the Hell Gate, both Chu Yang and Kurosaki Ichigo felt a little creepy in their hearts.

"The Zanpakutō can purify Hollow's sins, but the sins it committed during its lifetime will still be punished by hell one by one. The reason why Yosuke Motokawa was not dragged into hell is because he only became Hollow not long ago, and he himself is even more so. There is no sin involved.”

Rukia explained calmly.

She had seen this scene many times, and there was nothing surprising about it.

The door to hell was fully opened, and Xu was slowly dragged in. There was chaos inside, and Chu Yang could not see clearly the world inside the door.

but.

He could feel something peering at him inside.

This aroused Chu Yang's vigilance.

After a while, the door to hell closed again, gradually becoming transparent and disappearing. The whole process was like a dream, as if it had never appeared.

After sending Xu to Hell, Lucia had completed her mission. She did not leave, but walked straight to Chu Yang and asked: "Are you a Perfection Technique?"

For ordinary people to have such exaggerated abilities, Rukia couldn't find any other explanation other than being a Perfectionist.

The Perfectionist can extract the soul from matter and strengthen it with his own spiritual power. In addition to enhancing his mobility, he can also change the shape of his usual items.

There are many types of Fullbringers, and many of them have the ability to strengthen their own type, such as Kurosaki Ichigo's friend Taitora Sadatori.

"What does Fullbringer mean?" Kurosaki Ichigo looked full of questions again. There were too many words that he couldn't understand today.

Rukia sighed and immediately began to explain.

"So that's what it meant!"

After Kurosaki Ichigo understood, he turned to stare at Chu Yang curiously, as if he wanted to hear the exact answer from him.

In order to avoid things becoming troublesome, Chu Yang did not speak when faced with Lucia's questions, but adopted a default attitude.

Lucia looked at Chu Yang deeply.

She originally wanted to use the memory converter to change the memories of the two of them tonight, but she was a little afraid of Chu Yang's strength. If she used force, she might not be able to go smoothly.

Moreover, the God of Death cannot harm ordinary humans at will. If the Seireitei finds out, she will also be severely punished.

So, Rukia secretly did something to leave special marks on Chu Yang and Kurosaki Ichigo so that they could be found later, and then left directly after warning them.

"I hope I won't see this girl again next time..."

Ichigo Kurosaki put his head in his hands and sighed: "Tonight is the most exciting night in my fifteen years of life."

Chu Yang smiled and said, "Maybe it will be more exciting in the future."

Kurosaki Ichigo waved his hand quickly, shook his head and said, "No, I just hope to live a peaceful life, study, go to college, graduate and work like an ordinary person."

"Then I wish you good luck. I'll go home and sleep first." Chu Yang yawned and walked home in the moonlight.

"I always feel like this guy's words are weird." Kurosaki Ichigo touched his chin and muttered a few words, and suddenly started running wildly in shock.

"It's over, dad and the others should be worried if they haven't gone back so late!"

…

Demons destroy the world.

Kanae and others were eating ramen in a ramen restaurant. The owners of the noodle restaurant were none other than Iguro Kobanai and Kanroji Mitsuri.

"That guy Yang is still practicing. Even Kibutsuji Muzan is dead. Why is he still so obsessed with surpassing the limit of Sun Breath?"

Chu Yang originally promised Kanae and the others to come here to eat today, but he broke the appointment at the last minute. This also caused the butterfly ninja to be dissatisfied, and he complained about Chu Yang to the people in the butterfly house here.

Makoto and Kanahu looked at each other in confusion, then engrossed themselves in eating noodles, not daring to speak ill of Chu Yang with Butterfly Ninja.

For any member of the Demon Slayer Squad, Chu Yang is a hero who cannot be slandered. It was he who ended this thousand-year war.

Kanae touched Butterfly Ninja's hair and explained gently: "It is precisely because he is so persistent that he can defeat Kibutsuji Muzan at this age, so that we can live like ordinary people."

"I know!" Butterfly Ninja pouted, "I have endured all the hardships I have to endure, and I have endured all the fatigue I have to endure. Why should I continue to treat myself harshly? Why can't I stop, enjoy, and reward myself? Yourself?"

Kanae calmed her sister's emotions and stuffed the delicious food into her mouth with a smile.

In fact, not only Butterfly Ren couldn't understand, but Kanae also didn't understand Chu Yang's current mentality.

Muzan Kibutsuji is dead. He is already the most powerful human being in the world. What's the point of continuing to become stronger?

Butterfly House.

Golden flames surrounded Chu Yang, and he completed another round of breathing, but the improvement effect was not obvious.

Chu Yang clearly felt that the breath of the sun had reached a bottleneck.

"How to achieve a breakthrough?"

He has mastered the markings and the transparent world. Whether it is polishing it to the finer points or strengthening his physique day after day, it seems difficult to derive new things from the breathing method.

This made Chu Yang feel frustrated, so he planned to go out for a walk to end this seclusion life.

When Kanae and others returned to Butterfly House from the ramen shop and found that Chu Yang was gone, Kanae, who had always been good-tempered, stood at the door and became furious.

"Close the door next time he comes again! This bastard!"

Unfortunately, Chu Yang was already far away and could not hear Kanae's angry roar.

At the first stop of the trip, Chu Yang didn't decide where to go. After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to follow his mood and walk around.

When you encounter mountains, you open mountains, and when you encounter rivers, you wade through them.

The chirping of insects and birds in the mountains and forests, and the still sound of waves by the river, all became good medicine to cure Chu Yang's inner anxiety.

During this process, Chu Yang gradually became more relaxed, and the number of times the sun's breath appeared in his mind became less and less.

In the end, he got rid of the state of complete concentration and constant concentration that he deliberately maintained every day.

Chu Yang continued his journey like an ordinary person.

Unconsciously, he came to a remote town, and everything in the town felt familiar to him.

This is the town where I first met Tanjuro Zamon.

Speaking of which, it had been a long time since Chu Yang had seen the father and son who were as warm as the sun.

I don’t know if Tanjuro is feeling better.

Chu Yang was about to go up the mountain to visit Tanjuro, but he saw someone collecting herbs on the cliff halfway.

"With such a steep cliff, if one is not careful..."

Just when he thought this, a strong wind suddenly blew around Chu Yang. He looked up and found a dark area in the distance.

typhoon.

The man collecting herbs on the cliff also felt that the typhoon was approaching, and stopped in a position where he could not go up or down, hesitating.

It was too late to remind him now, so Chu Yang had no choice but to rush towards the cliff where the man was.

Herb collectors are like catkins, swaying in the strong wind.

Click~

The rock at his feet suddenly shattered, and he suddenly fell back. As soon as his hands were loosened, he fell straight down.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Just when the herb gatherer thought he was about to be smashed into a pulp, his body suddenly paused, as if being caught by something.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already standing on the ground intact.

Directly in front, stood a sturdy young man, smiling at himself.

In order to thank the other party for saving his life, the herb collector insisted on taking him home and treating him well.

At this time, the storm was getting stronger and stronger, and the hospitality was hard to resist.

Chu Yang had no choice but to agree and follow the herb collector all the way into the mountains.

When he arrived at his destination, Chu Yang saw two houses, one of which he was very familiar with.

Tanjuro's home.

The house next to Tanjuro's house is the home of the herb gatherer.

It turns out the two are neighbors!

The last time Chu Yang came here, only Tanjuro and his family lived here.

Tanjuro was chopping firewood outside the house. When he heard a noise, he guessed that his neighbor next door had come home, and he raised his head to say hello.

"Mr. Tokitou, you are back. Today's harvest..."

Tanjuro's voice stopped suddenly, because he saw a familiar figure, and his eyes filled with tears.

The firewood was burning and banging in the flames. Chu Yang, Tanjuro and several of his children were sitting around the fire.

Tanjuro's wife was busy preparing dinner. The person coming was a great benefactor who had saved her husband and son. She couldn't neglect it.

A few days ago, Tanjuro, who was in relatively good health, had just killed a fat wild boar. She had marinated hundreds of kilograms of pork, and now she was taking it out to eat.

The smell of food filled the air, making the children jump for joy.

Except for Tanjiro, the other children were chasing each other around the fire.

Tanjiro leaned against his father and stared at Chu Yang with his big round eyes, with joy in his eyes.

He remembered that his father's health had improved a lot since his eldest brother came to their home last time.

"Mr. Yang, the world outside seems to be much better. I haven't heard of ghosts hurting people recently." Tanjuro fiddled with the fire and said with a smile: "The children should be able to live a very stable life in the future."

Chu Yang nodded. Tanjuro knew a little bit about the inside story, so he didn't shy away from talking about these things.

"How is your health?" Chu Yang asked, looking at Tanjuro's still sallow face.

"Much better." Tanjuro immediately replied. The terminal illness was still eroding his life bit by bit. Although he had a lot of vitality given by Chu Yang, these were only treating the symptoms and not the root cause.

Chu Yang glanced at Tanjuro and saw the panic in his eyes, knowing that he was lying, so he said: "In a few days, I will invite a friend to see you."

"No, no, my disease can't be cured." Tanjuro waved his hands quickly, not wanting to trouble Chu Yang, let alone because Chu Yang owed him a favor.

"I'm just informing you, not to get your approval." Chu Yang frowned and said, "If you really feel bad about it, just dance the Kagura dance for me again."

Tanjuro nodded in agreement.

Dong dong dong~~~

There was a knock on the door.

"It must be Tokidou-san." Tanjuro stood up and opened the door, and the children immediately followed him, as if they thought their father was going out again.

"Mr. Shitou?" Chu Yang felt that this last name seemed familiar just now.

The door opened, cold wind poured into the house, and the temperature suddenly dropped a lot. Tanjuro quickly welcomed Tokito and his family into the house, and then closed the door tightly.

The Shitou family came to thank Chu Yang for his life-saving grace.

"Hello, sir, my name is Tokitou Ichiro, and these are my two children, Tokitou Ichiro and Tokitou Muichiro."

Tokiro Ichiro put his hands on the shoulders of the two children and pressed lightly. The two children immediately understood.

Bend down and bow with your father in thanksgiving.

Muichiro Tokitoru?

Chu Yang's eyes stayed on the youngest child. He never expected that this time when Jingji Sidong went out for a walk, he would meet Muichiro Tokitou who was supposed to be "Kasumi Pillar".

It's a pity... Now that the Demon Slayer Corps has been disbanded, this child's terrifying talent may never be known to anyone in his lifetime.

In fact, this is okay. Rather than becoming a peerless genius of the Demon Slayer Corps, Muichiro probably wants to live a peaceful life with his family.

Seeing that Chu Yang didn't respond for a long time, Shi Tou's family was a little panicked.

Tanjuro was also a little strange. With a doubtful attitude, he broke the deadlock and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang, aren't the names of Mr. Tokitou's family interesting? The father's name is Ichiro, and the two children are called Ichiro and Muichiro."

Chu Yang smiled and said, "It's indeed quite interesting."

Seeing Chu Yang smiling, Tokiro Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Originally, my wife wanted to come and thank you personally, but she is now bedridden..."

"It doesn't matter, the patient should have a good rest." Chu Yang suddenly remembered that Muichiro's mother had a very serious lung disease and died soon like Tanjuro.

Because there were still patients at home to take care of, the Tokito family just chatted for a while and left.

Originally, they brought thank-you gifts, which were all the game they had collected in daily life, but Chu Yang only accepted a small part. The life of living in seclusion in the mountains was actually not easy, and Chu Yang did not want to consume the few food they had.

After they left, Chu Yang handed over the game to Tanjuro's wife Aoi Eda. With the game sent by Tokito's family, the dinner became richer.

After dinner, Tanjuro began to prepare the costumes and props for the Kagura dance. During this time, Tokitou Ichiro came again and brought back the thank-you gift he had just brought back.

"My wife said that these things must be delivered to Mr. Yang, so..." Tokiro Ichiro scratched his head, his cheeks turned red due to the cold weather.

Chu Yang was afraid that he would get sick if he ran back and forth in the cold weather, so he finally chose to accept the thank you gift and said: "I have a friend who will come here to treat Tanjuro in a few days. At that time, you can bring your wife over and accept it together. treat."

Tokiro Ichiro's lips were moving with excitement. He looked at Chu Yang and was full of words of thanks, but he didn't know how to speak.

At this time, Tanjuro, who was ready, danced the Kagura dance in the yard.

The torch in his hand flickers on and off, as if the stars in the sky are blinking, and the graceful dancing posture is intoxicating.

Even after watching it again, Chu Yang was still easily immersed in it.

So does everyone else.

It was the first time for Toki Toichiro to watch Kagura dance, but the dance in front of him gave him a familiar feeling.

Tokitōichiro didn't tell anyone that he was a swordsman.

Since his wife contracted a serious lung disease, he has been running around looking for medicine for her all day long, and has never picked up a sword again.

Kagura dance brings back memories of his time as a swordsman.

Among the incomplete sword skills passed down from our ancestors, some movements are very similar to the Kagura dance in front of us.

While watching, he confirmed each other, and felt a sudden enlightenment.

By the time Tanjuro finished dancing the Kagura dance, everyone was still watching with unsatisfied eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Tokitoichiro expressed his doubts to Chu Yang and Tanjuro.

"Actually, your family's surname is not Tokito, but Tsukoku." Chu Yang told Tokiro Ichiro the story of Tsukuni Enichi and Tsukuni Iwakatsu, as well as the origin of the breathing method.

Only the part about ghosts is hidden throughout the process.

Now that Oniitsuji Muzan is dead, there is no need to cause unnecessary panic.

"The sword skill passed down from your ancestors should be called the Breath of the Moon. It is the first breathing method extended from the Breath of the Sun. It is of extraordinary significance."

The two brothers who succeeded the country are both existences of special significance to each other.

Because the markings on his head were considered ominous, Jiguo Enichi's childhood was unhappy. His father showed no love for him until he showed great talent.

Apart from his mother, only his elder brother, Iwakatsu Tsukuni, can bring him little warmth and sunshine.

He carried the flute given to him by Iwakatsu Tsukuni until the moment he died.

Even though Tsukuni Iwakatsu had become an evil spirit at that time, he would still call him "brother-sama".

With such deep emotions, Chu Yang believed and was certain that the Moon Breath that Jiguo Yuanyi tailor-made for Jiguo Yansheng must have something special that other breathing methods cannot match.

"Mr. Tokitou, can you demonstrate your sword skills for me?"

Chu Yang actually has a very deep interest in the Breath of the Moon.

The battle with Black Death Mou was fleeting. Chu Yang crushed him with absolute strength and did not see the essence of the Moon's Breath. After the battle, he felt a little regretful.

"Of course, Mr. Yang!" Tokiro Ichiro was delighted, and hurriedly went home and brought over a rusty samurai sword.

Generally speaking, even if a swordsman's sword is not used, it will often be treated with antiseptic treatment to prevent the blade from being corroded.

Seeing the state of Katana, Chu Yang understood that Tokitou Ichiro had really been focused on his wife's illness these years and had no time to care about anything else.

"The knife is not in good condition, Mr. Yang, please forgive me."

When Ichiro Tokiro took out his beloved katana, his expression was a little embarrassed, but he quickly adjusted himself and swung it slowly.

At first, his movements were a bit unfamiliar, but as he became more and more focused, those unfamiliarities were polished away little by little, becoming smooth and rounded.

There are indeed similarities between Tokitou Ichiro's sword skills and Tanjuro's Kagura dance, but the chilling aura of the former is more obvious.

Chu Yang kept observing, trying to piece together a complete Breath of the Moon in his mind based on his understanding of the Breath of the Sun.

He vaguely felt that this might be the key to his breakthrough.

Chu Yang didn't shout to stop, and Tokichiro just practiced this over and over again, with the starting point connected to the end point, as if they had become a complete circle.

It is exactly the same as Kagura dance.

Chu Yang was shocked!

The two breathing methods in my mind are constantly blending together. There is a moon in the sun, and the addition of the moon's breathing makes the sun's breathing perfect.

Chu Yang took a deep breath, and the new breathing method circulated in his body, giving him a brand new experience.

When the white air flow came out of his mouth and nose, it no longer looked like a golden flame, but a bright strip of light, like the Milky Way.

"This is the new Breath of the Sun..." Chu Yang paused, feeling that it was not appropriate to call it this way, and immediately shook his head and said: "No, this is no longer the Breath of the Sun, but... the Breath of the Source."

"It can break through the shackles, constantly improve, and let me step into a new level of life."

At the same time, Chu Yang in other worlds felt the power of the breath of origin.

Since the tragic death of Onimbutsuji Mu, Demon Slayer Chu Yang's connection with the Soul Palace has become even closer, and Chu Yang in other worlds can share his changes in real time.

………………

Marvel world.

New York City, Brooklyn.

As the village's only hope, Chu Yang came from a rural town to New York, a metropolis that most people dream of.

He's going to school here.

At first, Chu Yang thought it would be a very good public school, but when he got there, he realized that the school was actually in Brooklyn, the poorest and most chaotic area in New York.

As a gathering place for ethnic minorities, headed by blacks, Brooklyn has always been vulnerable to regional discrimination. People from here have difficulty finding jobs outside.

This is the most unpopular area in New York, with a large population and high crime rate.

When others hear that you are from Brooklyn, they will invariably cover their mouths and make a surprised expression.

It's like you're a born criminal.

In such an environment, schools in Brooklyn were like decorations. Chu Yang came here not so much to study, but to hang out.

Even so, the neighbors in the countryside were very happy to hold a farewell ceremony for Chu Yang.

It is a lifelong dream for some of them to live in a big city, even in the worst areas.

The high school that Chu Yang attended was not big, at least it was worse than any high school that appeared in the movie.

“Studying here is a waste of time!”

Chu Yang stood at the school gate and hesitated for a long time.

Finally left here without looking back.

Chu Yang, who had less than 100 US dollars, could not find a place to live outside of Brooklyn.

So he spent $50 and bought a room in a nearby hotel.

"The problem now is how to make some money. You can't just go back in such despair, right?"

Chu Yang suddenly discovered...

He has so many clones, but none of his abilities are related to making money.

"Being law-abiding or making money, you can only choose one..."

"What the hell, I'm not an American. I abide by American laws!"

"Go out and do something tonight!"

Referring to the example of Magical Chu Yang collecting tuition fees from gangsters on the streets of London, Chu Yang felt that he also needed to ask for some living expenses from those bad guys, and at the same time improve the public security nearby.

Waiting until dark in the hotel, Chu Yang went out wearing a black windbreaker.

Although Brooklyn's economy is not as good as other places, the entertainment is not bad.

The lights are bright, the people are drunk and the people are drunk.

Not long after Chu Yang went out, he encountered several drug addicts standing on the street having fun, laughing and cursing everywhere.

A few streets further, there were more bars. From time to time, there would be a lot of drunkards supporting each other, swearing, and then vomiting everywhere.

Chu Yang waved his hands in disgust and sneered: "Tsk, tsk, the smell of freedom is everywhere..."

There are both male and female drunkards. Generally, male drunkards lie on the streets and no one cares about them, and they will be picked upon by thieves hiding in the dark.

The female drunkard was treated differently. She was surrounded by a bunch of "good young people" who asked her for help. When she couldn't walk, they immediately bent over and carried her away.

If she was a gentleman with money and a car, he would throw her directly into the car and drive away in a shaking car.

Seeing this, Chu Yang couldn't help but sigh: "There are still many good people in the United States..."

As he was about to cross this degenerate street, Chu Yang suddenly heard shouts in his ears, and a group of tall black men stopped him.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, I've never seen you before. Are you new here? Do you know the rules here?"

While they were talking, five or six black men surrounded Chu Yang, and two of them with dreadlocks were still holding folding knives against Chu Yang's lower back.

Chu Yang smiled and said, "What are the rules? Just tell them and listen."

The leading black man was stunned for a moment. Chu Yang's reaction was completely beyond his expectation. Under normal circumstances, people of all skin colors would start begging for mercy.

For the first time, someone asked him seriously.

The black man sneered and said, "Be honest and hand over your valuables."

"I still have 50 US dollars with me. You can take it away if you want." Chu Yang shrugged and raised his hands, "If you don't believe it, you can search it yourself."

The black man doubtfully ordered his companions to search him.

He searched several pockets on Chu Yang's body, but only found scattered 50 US dollars.

Many passers-by chose to turn a blind eye to this scene.

He lowered his head and quickly walked past the group of people.

The leading black man cursed angrily, "Damn poor guy, you only have this little money, not even as much as I earn from my job!"

Chu Yang looked at the black man sincerely and asked, "What job? Picking cotton?"

"Fuck!!!"

The black people were furious and rushed forward!

Crack~~~

This is the sound of steel breaking.

The two black men with dreadlocks looked down at the broken folding knife in their hands and fell into deep thought.

How could a knife break when stabbing someone?

When they looked up, what they saw was Chu Yang's kind smile and two fists as big as sandbags.

Boom! Boom!

The two black men flew out and hit the cold concrete floor, making a dull sound that made people feel painful.

Chu Yang punched one kid.

In an instant, only the leader of the gang was left standing there with a small switchblade.

The cold wind blew, and he shivered, looking so helpless and pitiful.

"Are you going to use the knife in your hand to help me trim my nails?" Chu Yang said with a smile: "I'll pay you 50 US dollars to help me trim them cleanly, how about it?"

The black man decisively threw away the knife and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

"Tsk tsk, new here, do you know the rules?"

Chu Yang repeated what he had just said. The black man reacted quickly and immediately took out all the valuables in his pocket and put them on the ground.

"Get lost!"

The black man ran away with a few of his brothers as if he had been pardoned.

Chu Yang picked up the money and counted it, about 900 US dollars.

There was some powdery stuff on the ground, and Chu Yang stretched out his foot and crushed it a few times.

As soon as he turned around, Chu Yang was blocked by a man. The other party was very strong and wore a decent black suit.

"Well done, young man, have you received professional boxer training?"

Chu Yang thought he was another troublemaker, but he didn't expect that the other party's first reaction was to praise himself?

He doesn't look like a bad guy.

Chu Yang grinned and said, "Sir, I haven't received any training, it's just that those people are too useless."

"No training?" The man in the suit was surprised, and then stretched out his hand to Chu Yang and said, "Hello, my name is Happy Hogan, are you interested in becoming a professional boxer, I can be responsible for training you!"

Happy?

"Iron Man" Tony Stark's bodyguard?

The more Chu Yang looked at him, the more he looked like him. No wonder this guy looks so tough.

Before meeting Tony Stark, Happy was indeed a boxer. After fading out of the professional arena, he still paid attention to things in the boxing ring.

He still has a dream about the boxing ring in his heart. If he can't realize it himself, he hopes that the boxers he trains can realize it.

"Mr. Happy, thank you for your kindness, I'm not interested in boxing."

Chu Yang rejected Happy's proposal.

Are you kidding? If he stands on the boxing ring, how many people will he kill?

"That's a pity." Happy shook his head disappointedly. In his opinion, Chu Yang is a rare talent, and it is a pity not to stand on the boxing ring.

Chu Yang reminded him, "It's not the time for you to look for a boxer, right? Isn't Mr. Stark still missing?"

Happy asked in surprise, "Do you know who I am?"

"I've seen it in the newspaper." Chu Yang gestured, "You often stand next to Mr. Stark..."

"Ah~~~" Happy suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Your observation and memory are really good, very suitable to be a bodyguard."

As he said, Happy suddenly asked, "Do you have a job? If not, you can come to Stark Industries as a bodyguard."

Happy thought that he could first find a way to keep Chu Yang by his side, and then persuade him to be a boxer when they get closer in the future.

"I can make more than 900 US dollars a day here." Chu Yang raised the money he had robbed from the black man.

"Haha, don't worry, young man, it's more than enough!" Happy winked at him proudly.

Just kidding!

Is there any place in the world that treats better than Stark Industries?

"Then I agree!"

"I knew you would agree! But wait a minute, I have something important to do here."

"It's okay, I'm free, I can go with you."

"I like your attitude, young man, if Tony comes back, he will like you too."

The two talked and laughed, and disappeared at the corner of the street together.

After chatting for a while, Chu Yang knew that Happy came to the black market here to inquire about Tony Stark's news.

The military has been looking for Tony Stark's whereabouts.

The two people closest to him, assistant Pepper and bodyguard Happy, have not received any confirmed news.

The two decided not to rely on the military's channels anymore, and planned to try their luck in the black market.

"You will act according to my eyes later, and don't mess around. You don't know how dangerous the black market is!" Happy warned and then took Chu Yang to a bar.

The bodyguard at the door looked at the two of them arrogantly and said coldly, "Please show me your invitation."

Happy seemed a little caught off guard, "I didn't ask for an invitation last time I came!"

"The rules have changed, sir." The bodyguard said impatiently: "Either show me the invitation or leave here!"

"You rude guy!"

Happy angrily stepped forward to argue with him, but was hit on the forehead by a black object.

Looking at the Desert Eagle on his forehead, Happy swallowed his saliva, "Okay, I'm just joking, don't be nervous, if this thing goes off, it will be a big problem!"

The bodyguard stared at him with a smile, and had no intention of taking down the gun.

The scene froze for a while.

"Hey, do you have to go in?"

Chu Yang's heartless voice sounded behind him. Happy was afraid of causing any misunderstanding, so he hurriedly explained: "Gustav is the most well-informed guy in the New York underground. Only he can find out Tony's news."

"I understand." Chu Yang nodded and slowly walked to the bodyguard, who immediately pointed the gun at him.

Suddenly.

Chu Yang's hand passed in front of him like a phantom. The bodyguard pulled the trigger subconsciously, only to find that the Desert Eagle in his hand had turned into a pile of parts.

"Wow!!!" Happy howled in shock, feeling like he was watching a movie.

The bodyguard realized that he was being played, raised his hand and punched Chu Yang in the face.

Chu Yang pinched his fist with his backhand.

His fingers tightly clasped the joints between his phalanges.

"Plop"!

The bodyguard knelt obediently in front of Chu Yang, his face full of pain, as if his fist was about to be crushed by Chu Yang.

Chu Yang kicked him hard in the chest, and the bodyguard flew out and knocked the door of the bar open, sliding all the way to the center of the dance floor.

The madly twisting figure suddenly stopped, and even the noisy music stopped.

Crash!

The music was replaced by the uniform sound of running, and countless figures in suits poured out of the bar.

Happy wanted to run, but Chu Yang grabbed his tie.

"It's time to show your real skills, Happy!"

"Huh?"