Are You Being Polite?

"I'm from China. I just got here."

Chen Mu and Sam chatted idly in the car while Sam faithfully carried out his duty, driving Chen Mu around the area.

After all, he had taken the money and still wanted to collect the remaining payment, so Sam worked hard to introduce everything around here.

"China? The country Bruce Lee came from?"

For the American people, especially in this era, the early twentieth century, most of what they knew about China came from Bruce Lee and Chinese kung fu.

So when Sam heard Chen Mu's words, his eyes lit up. "I really love Chinese kung fu. It's so cool! Ah-da~~~"

Carried away by his excitement, Sam even imitated one of Bruce Lee's strange cries.

Of course, this world was only an ordinary one. No matter how skilled someone was in kung fu, they still feared a cleaver. Bruce Lee's martial arts were impressive, but he could still be killed by firearms.

"Kung fu is indeed powerful. If practiced to the utmost level, defeating aliens with your bare body wouldn't be difficult."

Naturally, Chen Mu was not talking about the kung fu of this world.

"Aliens? Are there really aliens in this world?"

Sam was filled with curiosity at those words. What boy wasn't interested in the unknown?

So after hearing Chen Mu's words, Sam became even more intrigued.

"That's right. According to the information I obtained, aliens arrived on Earth thousands of years ago. Several decades ago, there also seemed to have been reports of alien traces appearing in America."

Chen Mu had no intention of hiding anything. He said calmly, "I heard these aliens are completely different from Earth's lifeforms. Earth's organisms are carbon-based, while this group of aliens is silicon-based. I heard they can disguise themselves as all sorts of