There are many slums in the suburbs of Hluhluwe. These simple villas are within a slum. However, the residents in these houses are quite energetic, and the poor dare not come to wander, so the security in the villa area seems to be pretty good.

The boy walked on the road with a big cake in satisfaction. After leaving the villa area, there was an alley that was narrow and steep, so the car could never drive in. From here, Yang Shubao saw a new world.

Needless to say, the slum environment is dirty, dark, and smelly. Sometimes screams and moans are heard in the dilapidated houses on both sides of the alley. It is only a hundred meters apart, and this place and the simple villa area are already two worlds.

Uncle Yang looked up and saw that the starry sky from here was not so gorgeous.

He is not a person who likes to cause trouble. The reason he follows the teenager is mainly because Mason sent him a text message, which is very simple: Being friends with this kid, his background is very useful to your reserve.

Some women stood at the door, and they were smoking silently. Under the scattered cigarette butts, Yang Shubao was surprised to find that these people were almost naked.

There are only dim street lights in the alley, and in some places the street lights are broken and it is pitch black.

After they walked in, footsteps suddenly appeared, and people were blocking them from front to back.

The reason why I was blocked and found someone was because these two groups of people were first stuck on the wall. They were all purebred black people. When they closed their mouths, the night color was their protective color.

"Wallet, cell phone, clothes, women leave behind, men get out!" A rude voice rang out.

The boy immediately shouted at the top of his voice: "Boris, Boris, take care of your dog!"

"Shete, this bitch is raised by Zhidao." The rude voice said in anger.

Another voice said arrogantly: "You take this man away, and this woman will leave us."

"I have to stay. I haven't fucked Bai Niu for a long time."

One hand grabbed Yang Shubao's wrist, and Aiko's pitiful voice rang behind him: "You have to protect me."

"Me!" Old Yang was depressed, "Didn't you say you don't need men to protect you?"

Aiko put it on him and said, "What I said is that since the day I could hold the knife, I have never been protected by men. In fact, I can't hold the knife until now."

Lao Yang is going crazy, he hates old women.

The boy said coldly: "You guys do whatever you want, but don't blame me for not reminding you that she has AIDS."

"This is just right, I don't need to wear a condom."

The boy had no choice but to ask him in a low voice: "If I handle these people, will I get you into trouble?"

"Of course not."

Hearing this, Yang Shubao immediately kicked a wall beside him. When he entered the alley, he noticed that the wall here was an old mud wall poured with soil and stones. The wind and sun were damp and the rainy season made the wall no longer solid.

Shake it!

With a muffled sound, half of the wall collapsed.

The situation suddenly became very chaotic. Yang Shubao grabbed the wrists and stepped on the collapsed wall and ran around the young man blocking the road.

"Fake! Don't be confused! Is this him..." Someone yelled in front of him and turned on the flashlight.

As soon as the light lit up, a big foot flew over. The man screamed and was kicked away after half of his words!

Uncle Yang picked up the flashlight and threw it into the yard next to him. He kicked up the wall on the other side and collapsed.

The sound of soil and stones falling to the ground covered their footsteps, and then the residents on both sides ran out, making their footsteps even more unaware.

The boy's home is at an intersection in the alley. This is a two-story building, but the second floor seems to be built by himself. The iron house is crooked and rusty, which matches the temperament of the slum.

They pushed the door open and went in, and someone said in a low and hoarse old smoky voice: "Knowledge, why did you come back? There are so many messes outside, your steps are also so messy, are you getting into trouble?"

The boy raised his chest and said, "No, grandpa, I'll bring one, um, two friends come to visit the house, and they also brought gifts, look, big cake!"

The lights were on and an old shirtless black man appeared in front of them.

The old man's brows drooped, and he always looked frowning. His skin was not very dark, so the tattoo on his body was very obvious under the light. Almost every inch of his skin exposed on his entire upper body had tattoos, which were pricked to his neck.

The old man glanced at the two of them casually and looked away. He asked his grandson: "Knowledge, have you gone to the slutcher to find food at home? What did I warn you?"

Knowledge said: "No interactions with gang members. I did not interact with them. The cake tonight has nothing to do with them. It was given to me by this kind gentleman."

The old man looked at Yang Shubao again and said, "You don't look like a good person."

Uncle Yang couldn't help laughing: "I'm a good person."

"I'm a good woman too," Aiko giggled.

Uncle Yang felt that his words were no longer credible.

He had to prove his identity: "I am a Chinese, an expert in animal and environmental protection. I came to your country to support your environmental protection work. I am such a good person."

The reason for saying this is because he feels that the old man should be very concerned about knowledge, because he named his grandson "Knowledge". The walls of their living room are covered with portraits of scientists, physicists and chemists, and Confucius is also inside.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, the old man asked, "Are you an expert? Then what is your education?"

“A master’s degree.”

The old man's hunched figure suddenly straightened, and his face said gently: "Welcome, welcome to your arrival, please sit down, I will pour you water."

Zhi opened the cake box and smiled happily: "I don't want to drink water, I want to eat cake. Today I didn't have breakfast or lunch. Oh my God, I'm so hungry."

The old man immediately asked, "You didn't go to school?"

Zhi suddenly stopped talking, he glanced at his left and right with his eyes, looking weird.

The old man angrily grabbed a bench and pointed at the young man and said sternly: "Fake has you a bastard, come here, get over! I must deal with you well today!"

Yang Shubao stopped him and said, "Education cannot rely on violence. Your attitude is too rough and it is impossible to educate your children well. You must use love and patience. This is the correct way of education."

The old man forced a smile at him, then tried to calmly say, "You dear bastard, come here for me, I will clean up you today."

Aiko moved a chair and sat down to watch the fun, smiling.

Knowledge was hit by two old punches, and the old man glared at him angrily and said, "You used to love learning, why did you become like this now?"

After a moment of silence, the boy slowly raised his head: "I was kicked out of the school."

The old man was stunned. He let go of his fists and asked, "Didn't you tell the teacher that he would pay the tuition for him?"

The boy muttered, "It's been too long."

Yang Shubao asked, "Did you go to a private school?"

“No, public schools.”

Uncle Yang suddenly became surprised: "Aren't public schools free of tuition?"
Chapter completed!