Cheng Hao opened the door, and found that outside was a room slightly larger than the room he was in just now. This room also had no windows, but had a door.
The door is a rusty roller shutter door, which is wide open at the moment. According to the structure of the house, the two rooms outside here should have been a garage.
Of course, the garage of less than 30 square meters is now separated, with the sleeping room inside and the kitchen, dining room and living room outside.
The garage is not big at all, so it will be even smaller when it is separated. Even if there are only a few simple furniture outside, it still looks very crowded. Now, the tables and chairs here are squeezed into the corner, and three about fourteen or five 5-year-old, thin, and about 1.6 meters tall, a black man is pushing and shoving a yellow man who is about the same height as them.
The yellow man's hair was a bit long, and Cheng Hao couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he knew that he must be the one who saved him before - this man was still wearing a shirt stained with his blood, but the shirt had been torn .
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the four of them turned their heads together.
"Yellow Monkey, you have hidden a friend?" One of the blacks whistled lazily and looked at Cheng Hao jokingly.
Cheng Hao didn't speak, and took the stick in his hand and stabbed towards the black man's stomach, hitting the man's stomach hard.
The black man turned pale, then clutched his stomach and vomited.
Cheng Hao knew that after this person was beaten by him, he would feel unable to breathe and vomit uncontrollably. Now this black man has lost his combat effectiveness.
As a boxer, he knows exactly which parts to hit, which can make people unable to resist.
He knew better that after beating one person, the most important thing for him to do was to take advantage of the victory and chase down the remaining two people.
But he was out of strength.
Not only that, he could feel the wound on his stomach split open, bleeding out...
Cheng Hao looked at the three black men with a cold face: "I don't hit children, get out!"
Cheng Hao's aura is really terrifying, and he is very tall, a full 20 centimeters taller than these people in front of him, and his stomach is still bleeding, so he is not easy to mess with.
The two black teenagers who were not beaten ran out as soon as they trembled, and the remaining black boy who kept vomiting saw this and ran out, clutching his stomach.
Cheng Hao waited for them to leave before looking at the remaining trembling yellow man: "What are you still doing? Go and close the door!"
The young man immediately ran to the door. He took out an iron rod with a hook from the corner, hooked it to the rolled-up shutter door and pulled it down. When he was tall enough to reach the door, he pulled the door down completely...
Before he closed the door completely, Cheng Hao was already limp to the ground.
The thing that the black man vomited not far away gave off a disgusting smell, Cheng Hao cursed with his last strength: "shit!"
After scolding, Cheng Hao completely fell down.
The boy who was closing the door paused, and wanted to help Cheng Hao, but he didn't come... He took out a key and locked the shutter door, then turned on the light, then ran to Cheng Hao, and asked in Chinese: "What are you doing?" ... Are you all right?"
The Chinese he speaks, more precisely, should be a dialect.
Fortunately, Cheng Hao could understand, and even felt a sense of kindness spontaneously—this person is Chinese, not Japanese or Korean, it’s really great!
It's just that at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to speak, and he couldn't say anything when he opened his mouth.
At this time, Cheng Hao saw the boy running over and started to help him.
He is now in a better condition than when he asked for help before, but he probably knew that he would not die. Without the determination at that time, he would not have the strength to follow the strength of the young man to help him...
Fortunately, although this young man was thin, he was quite strong, and finally helped him up with difficulty, and carried him on his back.
His weight was all on the boy's body, but his feet were dragging on the ground... Cheng Hao was a little embarrassed, but while the boy was fixing his body with one hand, he opened the room leading to the inner room with the other hand. Door.
The room was still the same as it was before Cheng Hao left. The mixed-race kid had no idea what was going on outside. At this moment, he raised his head and smiled at them.
The child's smile is like an angel, but Cheng Hao has no time to appreciate it.
He felt a lot of blood coming out of his wound again... It was a miracle he didn't die.
He was brought into the room, the man hugged him, grabbed the shirt he was wearing and tore it off, then put his upper body on the bed, then took off his outer pants, and moved his lower body bed.
Cheng Hao: "..."
After the boy finished all this, he was out of breath. Seeing Cheng Hao looking at him, he swallowed: "You... your clothes are dirty..."
Cheng Hao actually knew that the other party took off his clothes because the clothes were dirty, and he didn't blame him, but he still didn't have the strength to speak...
At any rate, it was already safe, so Cheng Hao closed his eyes and rested his mind.
"You don't want to die...you..." The boy's voice trembled.
Cheng Hao opened his eyes and glanced at him, indicating that he was fine, and then closed his eyes again.
He is very fateful, judging from the current situation, he should not die, and he doesn't want to die, so he has to live as Cheng Jinhao.
This is not what he wants, but it is definitely better to live than to die.
It's a pity that all kinds of things in the previous life have been cut into nothing in the next life.
Cheng Hao was a boxer in his previous life.
He was born in 1992, his father passed away early, and his mother died of illness when he was a teenager. With no support, he simply joined the provincial sports school boxing team to learn boxing when he was twelve years old.
After that, he first showed his talents in the youth group boxing competition. At the age of eighteen, he became a national boxer and won the national 54kg champion.
At the age of 20, he represented his country in the Olympic Games and won a bronze medal in the 60kg Olympic boxing competition.
After that, he participated in many amateur boxing competitions, and at the age of 24, he won the Olympic boxing gold medal in the 60 kg class. When the Olympics ended, he became a professional boxer and won the WBO lightweight The world champion, got the boxing champion gold belt.
Because boxing matches are divided into many levels according to weight, and in all levels, the heavyweight boxer has always attracted the most attention, so his popularity and income are not particularly high, but they are not low either.
It's just that boxing matches are very easy to get injured. Although he won time and time again, he also accumulated a lot of hidden injuries in his body. Therefore, when he was 28 years old, he retired. He planned to get married and have children, and later became a coach. , Live a safe and secure life.
It's a pity that his retirement life has just begun and ended.
Cheng Hao thought about all the things he had experienced in his previous life, and he was a little bit embarrassed, so he closed his eyes and rested his mind.
He was very weak now, and what made it even more unbearable was that he was hungry, very hungry.
If only there was something to eat...
After Cheng Hao lay down, the boy who saved him covered his wound with a piece of gauze and fixed it with adhesive tape.
After Hao’s wound was treated, the young man went outside, and came in after a while. When he came in, he held an iron lunch box in his hand, and said to the mixed-race child in English: “Danny, brother brought me from school. Got chicken fried steak and came back…”
Cheng Hao opened his eyes suddenly, moved his hands, and knocked on the bed board. At the same time, his eyes were fixed on the iron lunch box.
He wants to eat!
Cheng Hao's reaction made the boy a little dazed. He held the lunch box and looked at Cheng Hao blankly. As for the mixed-race child, he also looked at Cheng Hao suspiciously.
Cheng Hao, who didn't have the strength to speak just now, opened his mouth and said, "Eat!"
He wants to eat, can't think of it!
The boy subconsciously handed the lunch box to Cheng Hao.
Cheng Hao's eyes were fixed on the lunch box, and he reached out to grab the fried chicken inside, but when he raised his hand, he didn't have much strength, so he just kept shaking.
The young man saw his attitude of desperately wanting to eat, he pursed his lips, picked up a piece of chicken chop and brought it to Cheng Hao's mouth.
Cheng Hao's hand fell on the bed, his mouth opened wide, and he almost devoured the chicken chop.
Seeing Cheng Hao like this, the boy gave Cheng Hao another piece of chicken chop, and Cheng Hao ate it again in two or three bites.
The chicken chops in the teenager's lunch box are only two pieces in total, and Cheng Hao ate them all, so that's fine, Cheng Hao looks like he's not full yet.
Cheng Hao is indeed not full: "Is there any more?"
The young man glanced at Cheng Hao, took out a long and big piece of bread from the corner, and brought it to Cheng Hao's mouth.
Cheng Hao took a big bite, couldn't wait to swallow it, and then... choked.
The bread was not fluffy, but rather dry and hard, making it difficult to swallow.
Cheng Hao was so choked that he almost rolled his eyes. Seeing this, the boy brought a glass of water to his mouth, and lifted his head so that he could drink well.
Cheng Hao drank the water slowly, and it was at this time that he had time to see the boy.
That mixed-race child is good-looking, and this boy is not bad either.
He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, a little thin, but his eyes were big, and the eyeballs were jet-black. After meeting his gaze, the boy subconsciously moved his gaze away, and quickly turned his gaze back again, concentrating on giving He feeds water.
Cheng Hao sighed secretly, feeling a little sympathetic to the child.
This child is very good-looking, but one side of his face is a little swollen, he must have been beaten, his neck and shoulders are also injured, his hair and clothes are messy, and his hands are covered with small wounds.
Just by looking at his appearance, you can tell that he is not doing well.
And this is no surprise.
Racial discrimination has always existed, and during this period, because the motherland is not strong and the number of Chinese in the United States is small, the discrimination they receive is even greater.
This can be seen from Cheng Jinhao's memory.
When Cheng Jinhao first came to this country, no matter he was white or black, he was discriminated against.
If he hadn't known how to fight, he would have been bullied long ago.
However, Cheng Jinhao was in good health and could fight, but the young man in front of him obviously didn't have this ability, so he could only be bullied.
However, this child saved him, and he can help this child more in the future.
Cheng Hao made a decision, and at the same time took a mouthful of water and a mouthful of bread, he insisted on finishing the piece of bread that was as long as an adult's arm and thicker than the boy's calf in front of him.
After eating, he still looked at the boy eagerly - he wanted to eat more.
"You've eaten a lot..." The boy hesitated and was shocked at the same time.
"I'm still hungry." Cheng Hao said. He ate a lot, and when he was training hard in his previous life, he couldn't eat such a big and strong bread, but now he was still scratching his lungs with hunger.
He has never been so hungry.
However, his strength slowly came back, and his condition improved a lot.
Cheng Hao suddenly thought of something.
He had discovered before that his injury seemed to heal very quickly, but he didn't know the reason, but now, he had a guess.
After he crossed over, did he have a golden finger? For example, the wound healed very quickly
As for being hungry all the time and wanting to eat... Is this wound healing that requires energy