Papa Paladin

  Zuo Yi said to Zhang Yaoming: "Mr. Zhang, just stay here and wait for my news."

  Originally, he planned to take Zhang Yaoming to Paul Monastery together, but when he got off, he saw sweat on his forehead, nervousness and uneasiness on his face, so he changed his mind.

"what?"

   Zhang Yaoming opened his mouth and asked hesitantly, "Are you going alone?"

  Zuo Yi asked: "Do you know how to get to Paul Monastery?"

  Zhang Yaoming subconsciously shook his head.

  Although Zhang Yaoming has been in St. George\'s for more than 20 years, he has never stepped into a slum.

  Because everyone he knew had warned him not to enter the slums.

  St. George is known as the city of heaven and hell, and **** refers to this slum of more than ten square kilometers.

   There is no law in it, only the rules made by gangsters. Those who break in rashly, the result is often that they can\'t even find the dead body.

"That\'s it."

  Zuo Yi said: "You can lend me a car, preferably an old car."

  He wouldn\'t be so stupid as to drive his Lamborghini to Paul\'s Abbey and cause unnecessary trouble for nothing.

  In fact, Zuo Yi is fully capable of protecting Zhang Yaoming from harm, but he also understands Zhang Yaoming\'s fear at the moment, after all, the latter is just an ordinary person.

   As a relative and friend of Gu Kai and Zhang Yun, Zhang Yaoming has done a good enough job.

  Zhang Yaoming quickly borrowed a pickup truck. The car is usually used for carrying goods, so it looks quite dilapidated.

   "Mr. Zuo..."

   Seeing Zuo Yi open the car door and sit in the cab, Zhang Yaoming couldn\'t help but said, "Do you really want to go there alone?"

  Although Zuo Yi is very powerful, he has subdued all the people in Huaixia Hall, but St. George\'s slum is a den of dragons and tigers. It is too dangerous to break in alone!

   What Zhang Yaoming was afraid of was not being able to save Huihui Kai and Zhang Yun, but even Zuo Yi himself would get involved.

"Do not worry."

  Zuo Yi smiled and said, "I will bring Yun Xi\'s parents back."

   After speaking, he lightly stepped on the accelerator and drove the pickup truck forward.

  Before on the way to Longfeng Tea House, Zuo Yi saw a fork in the direction of the slums. He drove to the front intersection and turned left, and soon left the Chinatown area.

  Although it is in the same city, St. George\'s slum is completely like another world. The boundary line with other places is very obvious and can be distinguished at a glance.

  There are low and dilapidated houses everywhere, most of which were built by local residents without permission. The roads are very narrow, dusty cars drive past, and there are piles of **** on the roadside.

  Zuo Yi turned on the mobile phone navigation and entered Paul Monastery, and the search results showed that the location was on the other side of the city.

  There is obviously a new monastery that has been relocated, and the St. George\'s slum is circled by red money on the map, with warning text displayed on it.

  Navigation maps are invalid here!

  Zuo Yi couldn\'t help shaking his head. He stopped the pickup and lowered the window, leaned out and asked, "Which of you can speak English?"

  Beside the garbage dump on the side of the road, several Paparo children are playing football.

  Paparo used to be a football kingdom. It is said that playing football used to be the only way out for children in the slums other than joining gangs, but now it is an extraordinary era, and the formerly prosperous football league has declined.

   But the tradition of playing football has obviously been preserved in this land.

   Several dark-skinned little guys kicked happily, enjoying their tiny happiness.

  Hearing Zuo Yi\'s greeting, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy ran over and asked curiously, "Sir, what\'s the matter?"

  He speaks good English.

   "I\'m going to Paul\'s Abbey..."

  Zuo Yi said: "But I don\'t know how to get there, can you take me there?"

   "Paul Abbey?"

  The boy with a head of brown hair opened his eyes wide: "That\'s the territory of Hellfire!"

  Looking at Zuo Yi\'s skin color and appearance, he couldn\'t figure out why an Asian would go to Paul\'s Monastery.

   Suicide?

   "Exactly."

  Zuo Yi nodded: "You just need to take me to a place where I can see the monastery. This is your reward."

  He reached out and handed the other two banknotes.

   Two hundred dollar bills.

  The brown-haired boy knew the goods. He stared at the dollar bills and swallowed, hesitantly said: "I, I want three!"

   "Greedy brat."

  Zuo Yi laughed, and added three more: "Five hundred for you."

  The five hundred-dollar bills were so powerful that the brown-haired boy immediately forgot his fear of hellfire, took the bills in a hurry, opened the co-pilot\'s door and sat up.

  He stuffed the banknotes into his pocket, and said to Zuo Yi seriously: "Sir, Hellfire doesn\'t welcome strangers. The master of Paul Monastery, Iron Fist Paul, is very powerful. Are you really going there?"

  For the sake of money, the brown-haired boy kindly persuaded him a few more words.

  Zuo Yi smiled: "Of course."

"okay then."

  The brown-haired boy sighed. Since Zuo Yi wanted to die, he had no reason to stop him.

  Under the guidance of the brown-haired boy, Zuo Yi drove the pickup truck around the slums, and it took nearly half an hour to reach the destination.

   "There is Paul Monastery..."

  The brown-haired boy pointed to the tall pointed building in front of him and said, "I can only take you here."

   "OK."

  Zuo Yi asked the other party to get off the car: "Goodbye."

  The brown-haired boy jumped down flexibly, and said to Zuo Yi: "You are a good person, I hope you can go back alive."

   After speaking, he closed the car door and ran away, disappearing into the dirty street in a blink of an eye.

   Zuo Yi saw that the road ahead was very narrow, and it might be difficult for the pickup truck to drive through, so he also got out of the car.

   As a result, as soon as he came down with his backpack, four or five men with uneasy expressions surrounded him, and one of the men with tattoos all over his face said a few words to him aggressively.

   He also took out a pistol and gestured at Zuo Yi.

  Zuo Yi\'s expression remained unchanged: "Speak English."

"who are you?"

  The tattooed man questioned in not very proficient English: "What are you doing here?"

   "I have come to redeem people."

  Zuo Yi patted his backpack and said, "I made an appointment with your people to meet at the monastery."

  The tattooed man frowned. He looked Zuo Yi up and down, very puzzled.

   Sniffing his nose, the tattooed man took out his mobile phone from his pocket and made a call. After chatting with the other party for half a minute, he waved his pistol and said, "Come with me, don\'t try to play tricks!"

  So under the **** of several gang members, Zuo Yi entered Paul Monastery.

   There are many people inside, and like the person who brought Zuo Yi, they all wear turbans with the Hellfire emblem printed on them.

  The turban is bright red, as if it is a strong blood color!

  (end of this chapter)