Grandpa Sun of Chinatown

Chinatown is the focus of the world today. Since Xia Yu reversed time, hundreds of media outlets have come to this place.

Unfortunately, Xia Yu reversed time for the entire place, including the people and their belongings. Those who were there in the afternoon had no idea what had happened; they only felt that nearly half an hour had been lost when they checked the time.

The residents of Chinatown initially didn't believe anything about the alien attack or time reversal.

But that's what everyone in the world was saying, and so many media outlets even had video evidence of it, so we had no choice but to believe it.

These media outlets, finding they couldn't get any useful information from the residents, turned to gossiping about Xia Yu.

Some research institutions even directly invite Chinatown residents to their laboratories to conduct thorough examinations and studies on them.

Xia Yu knew nothing about any of these things. All he knew was that when he arrived in Chinatown, most of the people there were moving their luggage.

Even Uncle Wang, who rented the apartment downstairs from him and ran a pharmacy, was carrying large and small bags of luggage into the car at that moment.

"Uncle Wang, are you moving?"

Xia Yu suddenly spoke, startling Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang usually chatted and laughed with Xia Yu, but this time, Uncle Wang seemed a little embarrassed, and the two remained silent for a long time.

Uncle Wang then spoke.

"Xiaoyu, you know we've always been proud of you here. I know what happened today isn't your fault. Even though you had that superpower and saved everyone, you know I have a wife and children. I didn't want to take the risk. I know it's not your fault, but when I saw on TV that I had lost an arm and my wife and children were all dead, this..."

The people in Chinatown saw what happened today on TV. To be honest, they were quite moved that Xia Yu directly killed four Congressman, but no one can gamble with their entire family's lives.

"I understand, I understand, Uncle Wang. Staying here is indeed too dangerous. I don't blame you; it's my fault for causing trouble for everyone."

Xia Yu went up to help and carried Uncle Wang's luggage into the car.

"Here you go, Uncle. This is three years' rent. First, it's a refund for this year. Second, since you'll be without income for a while after you move out, consider this compensation."

"How can this be? I can't accept this. The contract is already signed; you don't need to return it to us. You've already been very kind to us."

"Take it. It'll make me feel better. You know I'm not short of money."

Xia Yu insisted on giving the check to Uncle Wang. This time, Uncle Wang didn't say anything, but patted Xia Yu on the shoulder and said...

"Xiaoyu, we all know that you killed so many Congressman in a fit of anger today. We all know that you were avenging our fellow villagers, and we support you."

Although Xia Yu has only been in this world for about ten years, Uncle Wang has been here for half his life. He has been making a living in Chinatown ever since his grandfather opened his own shop.

Most of the long-time residents here have lived in Chinatown for generations. A hundred years ago, a group of Huaxia people came to this foreign land to make a living. In order not to be bullied, they banded together for warmth and managed to create a neighborhood with Huaxia customs and traditions in a foreign land.

Regardless of the world or the different global structures, only the Huaxia can achieve this.

This place was Xia Yu's only remaining connection to his hometown, but now it's gone. With so many people moving away, it certainly won't be as lively anymore.

Thankfully, everyone is alright.

Xia Yu waved vigorously at the slowly moving car.

Uncle Wang's youngest daughter, who is just thirteen years old, suddenly poked her head out of the back window of the car and shouted at Xia Yu.

"Brother Xiaoyu, you are Hero of our Chinatown! Keep it up!!"

"Hero?"

Xia Yu lowered his head and murmured those two words to himself.

"These two words are too heavy; even as a transmigrator, I can't bear them. They're more suitable for the Captain and the others."

As I strolled slowly through Chinatown, I saw many locals along the way. Some nodded to him in a friendly manner, while others avoided him as if they were in a hurry.

However, the vast majority of people are packing their bags and leaving, especially young people. I guess the remaining ones will also leave after a while.

"Xiaoyuzi, come here! Come here! Come here!"

A familiar voice interrupted Xia Yu's thoughts.

I looked up.

There was a Cantonese-style teahouse on the side of the street. An old man with white hair and a youthful face sat at the entrance, waving and greeting Xia Yu.

This is Xia Yu's grandfather's good friend, an old neighbor in Chinatown, who has run a restaurant all his life. His surname is Sun, but Xia Yu doesn't know his given name; he only remembers calling him Grandpa Sun.

With such a big event happening in Chinatown today, his restaurant was naturally closed. The old man had moved a small tea table and a chair and was sitting at the entrance drinking tea, watching the hurried people in Chinatown.

Although Xia Yu had never met his grandfather in this world, he had completely integrated into this world's identity. His grandfather's friend was naturally his elder, so when he heard him being called, he quickly ran over.

"Grandpa Sun, did you call me?"

"Go inside and get a chair to sit down and have some tea with me."

Xia Yu pushed open the door to the restaurant and obediently brought out a chair.

Grandpa Sun, why aren't you leaving?

Xia Yu picked up the teapot and skillfully poured a cup for Grandpa Sun, then asked.

Although he didn't have much contact with this person after he transmigrated, he knew that Grandpa Sun was one of the richest people in Chinatown. He not only owned a building in Chinatown, but also bought large houses in New York and China.

The restaurant is doing good business; if you want to eat there at Christmas, you have to make a reservation at least two weeks in advance. (In reality, people in the United States usually eat at Chinese restaurants for Christmas. It used to be because only Chinese restaurants were open, but now it's almost become a habit in New York and most parts of the United States.)

"I've lived here most of my life. My children are all in China. I'm so old, what am I afraid of? Terrorists, aliens, even if the King of Heaven himself came, I wouldn't leave."

Grandpa Sun laughed heartily, reached out and patted Xia Yu's head.

"You little rascal, you used to watch your grandpa and us play chess every day when you were a kid. Who knew you'd grow up to be a Hero with godlike abilities? If it weren't for this incident, it would be really hard to see you again."

"Aren't you angry with me? All the chefs at the restaurant have probably run away, haven't they?"

Xia Yu pointed to the sign hanging at the restaurant entrance that said it was closed for business.

"Silly child, this isn't your fault, why blame you? No business, no business, it's good to have a few days of peace and quiet anyway, I'm not relying on this to make a living."

Grandpa Sun picked up his teacup, took a sip with relish, and said nonchalantly.

"They really are aliens, and they might actually come back."

To be honest, Xia Yu was genuinely unsure whether he would come back.

"I'm not afraid of him!"

Grandpa Sun pulled a pistol from his waist and slammed it on the coffee table.