Cool Bro's Wonderful Adventure

Of course, he found nothing.

Evading surveillance had become an instinct carved into Shen Qingzhu's bones. Even if the Oracle Envoy combed through every nearby camera feed, he would never find a trace of Shen Qingzhu. It was as if he had vanished from the face of the earth.

By then, Shen Qingzhu had already left Yokohama in a cargo truck.

When the truck stopped and Shen Qingzhu jumped down from the cargo bed, he had arrived in Kyoto.

To Shen Qingzhu, Kyoto did not seem much different from Yokohama. Both were modern cities filled with a language he could not understand. If there was any difference, perhaps it was that the locals here had somewhat rougher accents.

Shen Qingzhu wandered around Kyoto for most of the night. Eventually, he grew hungry and began looking for somewhere to eat.

It was late at night when he reached the entrance of a secluded street and saw several people fighting inside with clubs and knives. There were two groups. One consisted of numerous vicious men tattooed with tigers, armed with weapons; the other had only two people, fighting barehanded against them.

Calling it a fight was generous. The side with fewer people was simply being beaten senseless.

The two were battered bloody and sprawled on the ground while the other group surrounded them, sneering as they said something.

Suddenly, they spotted Shen Qingzhu standing at the street entrance and watching the show.

"Hey, brat! What are you staring at?! You want a beating too?!"

"A little punk who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, wandering around in the middle of the night? You looking to die?"

"Why don't we rob him while we're at it? He looks weak as hell. We can get ourselves some spending money!"

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In Shen Qingzhu's