Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Kanata came from a poor background.

He is a mixed-race of China, Bangladesh, and India. He was born in a war-torn period and has been without a father since childhood. His mother passed away when he was very young, and he doesn't even know who his biological father is.

He started begging, stealing, and robbing as soon as he was old enough to understand, growing wildly like a weed.

In the lawless city of Motihari, he was able to climb step by step from the bottom to the position of the leader of the Hakka Gang today. In addition to his ruthlessness, he is naturally also a smart man.

Although he was reluctant to give up the force in his hands, the situation was stronger than him. Facing the strong and powerful Lin Jiaojiao, did he dare to say no?

Ever since Hu San, with only three men, defeated more than 4000 coalition forces outside the city in just one hour, the situation in Motihari has completely changed.

The smugglers in the city who had managed to escape the disaster were all frightened at this moment, and they couldn't wait to run over and kneel down to lick the enemy's hands.

From now on, the evil gods will be the king of the city. They will grant whatever they want and their words will be enforced.

As the person in charge of Motihari designated by the evil spirits, no matter what decision Lin Jiaojiao made, no one dared to stand up and say a word against it, even if it was ridiculous or outrageous.

After a moment, Kanata left in a daze. At this moment, the gunfire and wailing outside the city gradually stopped.

"Damn, I'm so tired."

Lin Jiaojiao sat down on the sofa, pinched her temples, exhaled the last puff of smoke, and flicked the cigarette butt into the ashtray in front of her.

Then, she turned her head and glanced at Miss Hu with complicated eyes, and then said in a dry voice:

"Hu Laowu, you did a very good job today. It would be too fake to thank you considering our relationship. But I, Lin Jiaojiao, will remember this favor and will definitely return it someday."

There are two main reasons for her twisted gratitude.

First, Miss Hu arranged for Hu San to lead people to take action, and they eliminated the mob in the west of the city with thunder and lightning.

Not only did he establish his authority perfectly, but he also didn't let her do it herself, allowing her to save both her dignity and her reputation.

Secondly, when Lin Jiaojiao was bragging and making big promises to Kanata just now, Miss Hu did not expose her or make sarcastic remarks.

To her, the second one must be more important. She was very surprised that Miss Hu did not step on her.

"Ha~"

Miss Hu did not reply, and even her eyelids did not move. She just curled her lips meaningfully.

"Hu Laowu, what are you laughing at?"

Lin Jiaojiao couldn't stand her sarcasm the most. It was more uncomfortable than being scolded directly, and she couldn't hold it in for a moment.

"It's nothing interesting. There shouldn't be anything going on here. I'll take my people away. Just be the city lord."

Unusually, Miss Hu did not argue with her. She shook her head and slowly stood up. Her tone was a little obscure, as if she was hiding some emotion.

"Go? Where are you going?" Upon hearing this, Lin Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows and her tone became a little anxious.

Miss Hu rolled her eyes at her and sneered:

"Lin Jiaojiao, are you getting carried away? Do I need to report to you where I'm going?"

After saying that, Miss Hu continued to walk out, but Lin Jiaojiao flashed like a ghost and instantly jumped in front of her, blocking her way.

"Hu Laowu, are you going too far?"

"Too much? How is it too much?" Miss Hu stopped and looked at her with a smile.

“Isn’t that too much?”

Lin Jiaojiao put her hands on her waist, her face red, like a little girl who had been wronged, and said confidently:

“Before leaving, Du boy, I clearly told you to stay in Motihari to help me for a while.

He just left and now you're quitting? What's the matter? Hu Laowu, do you just want to see me make a fool of myself? "

Lin Jiaojiao's voice is very loud, but the harsh but weak tone in her voice cannot be concealed no matter what.

Even though she always acts like she is the boss and second to none, she is actually very insecure inside.

Strictly speaking, Lin Jiaojiao is a technical talent. She had lived in seclusion in Luofu Mountain for decades, and had become completely stupid and out of touch with society.

Moreover, she had no experience in governance, was not good at controlling the palace, and did not have Miss Hu's uncanny ability to see through people's hearts.

Although now, Miss Hu has cleared the biggest obstacle to the unification of Motihari, the follow-up matters are still complicated.

Lin Jiaojiao had no idea what was going on and had to rely on Miss Hu. When she heard that Miss Hu was leaving now, she was naturally panicked.

Another very important point is that Lin Jiaojiao had lived alone in the deep mountains and forests for decades and was already tired of loneliness, or it would be more accurate to say that she was afraid of it.

It turns out that I don’t feel anything when I don’t have any companions.

But she had gotten used to having someone around, bickering, playing, eating and drinking together, and traveling together every day, and she had long fallen into this kind of life.

She couldn't stand being alone any longer, not even for a second.

Don't be fooled by Lin Jiaojiao's boastful appearance, in fact she also has her own unique pride, which is not shared by everyone. Only Miss Hu, Hu San, and Du Weiguo are considered as her companions.

"Hehehe~" Miss Hu was amused by her. She raised her eyes and said jokingly:

"Lin Jiaojiao, aren't you annoyed with me? Why, are you afraid that I will leave now? Why don't you try to beg me, maybe I will stay."

"I'm so crazy~"

Miss Hu's face turned red with anger.

However, when she saw Miss Hu's meaningful smile, she swallowed back the dirty words that were about to come out of her throat.

"Please, don't go."

After taking several deep breaths, she finally managed to speak in a mosquito-like voice, her face so red that it looked like blood was about to drip out.

"Lin Jiaojiao, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that she actually gave in for the first time, Miss Hu was stunned and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Hu~" Lin Jiaojiao let out a long breath, raised her eyes, and looked at Miss Hu frankly.

She calmed down and said sincerely, word by word:

"Hu Diehua, I have been alone for too long before, and it was too uncomfortable. Now I don't want to be alone anymore.

Du kid has already left, can you and Lao San not abandon me? At worst, I will never argue with you again. "

"Hiss~" Miss Hu took a breath and was a little dazed.

To be honest, she and Lin Jiaojiao have known each other for hundreds of years, and she has never seen her beg in such a humble manner as she is now.

"Lin Jiaojiao, I, I won't leave Tianzhu for the time being."

She was so emotional that even Miss Hu stuttered.

"There are nearly a thousand disguised Asan soldiers among the mob in the suburbs, which means that some of the Indian leaders can no longer hold back their hatred for us. So, I have to go to New Delhi and pull out all the nails hidden in the dark, otherwise, Motihari will never be quiet."

After hearing what she said, Lin Jiaojiao was also stunned, and suddenly, her eyes became a little red.

"Mr. Hu, oh no, Hu Diehua, so, you are going to help me clear up the possible Luo Lan that may appear in the future?"

"is not that right?"

At this moment, Miss Hu had regained her composure and gave Lin Jiaojiao a cold look.

She spread her hands and said sarcastically:

"Alas, I am just a hard-working errand boy. Not only do I have to help City Lord Lin to clear the subsequent obstacles, but I also have to help you get food and money."

"I can't let the big words you boasted before fall to the ground, can I?"

"Uh~"

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiaojiao immediately showed an expression of mixed emotion and embarrassment. She rubbed her hands awkwardly and stammered.

"Um, um, Butterfly Flower, thank you~"

"Stop!" Miss Hu couldn't stand this. She shuddered and interrupted quickly.

"Lin Jiaojiao, stop saying such sarcastic words. You won't do that, and that's not your style. We've known each other for so long, we know each other by heart even if we're skinned. Let's just be what we are."

After hearing what Miss Hu said, Lin Jiaojiao felt relieved. She really couldn't do the sour and sentimental thing.

"Hehe, okay, I don't need to thank you for your kindness. We have a long way to go. Hu Diehua, see you in the future."

With a wry smile, Lin Jiaojiao had returned to her usual cool self. She clasped her fists towards Miss Hu and made a solemn promise.

"Oh, if you don't cause trouble for me in the future, I'll be grateful." Miss Hu curled her lips without comment.

"By the way, how many times have I told you? My name is Kurumiyo now, don't call me by the wrong name again."

When this topic was brought up, Lin Jiaojiao immediately returned to her usual sharp tongue and couldn't help but complain:

"Tsk, Kurumiyo, that name sounds really weird. China is so big, and there are so many beauties, why did you go to Japan to steal a body? Is it because her nipples are so big?"

"Tsk, is it your business?"

Miss Hu's face darkened. She resisted the urge to get angry, stopped arguing with her, and walked out without looking back.

"I'm leaving. Just stay here. I'm leaving. Hu Laosan will stay in the city."

Lin Jiaojiao walked to the window and looked at the back of Miss Hu, who was gradually going away against the light downstairs. She wiped her eyes and murmured in a low voice:

"Thanks."

10 hours later, when it gets dark again.

Miss Hu has arrived in New Delhi and has entered the Presidential Palace on the central hill without any obstruction.

Meanwhile, North Africa, Cairo, Bain Airport.

Du Weiguo also walked down the gangway slowly, but it was still daytime here and it was so hot that he was almost bubbling.

The tropical desert climate is extremely horrible. In May, the temperature soared to 5 degrees Celsius. There was not a trace of wind, and the sun was so hot that it felt like a fire.

If staying in the rainforest is like being in a steaming pot, then Cairo feels like being in a giant oven, dry and hot.

The exposed skin will be burned by ultraviolet rays and it will be so painful and itchy that you will want to peel off the skin. No wonder the people here are so skinny and dark, it's all caused by the sun.

However, Du Weiguo felt nothing at all. With his abnormal physique, he was now immune to cold and heat.

He stood in the flaming sunlight with his hands in his pockets, slowly lit a cigarette, then narrowed his eyes and looked around.

The airport is quite busy.

Although there were only two lonely planes on the huge runway, which seemed very empty, the hangar, terminal building and control tower were crowded with people, as crowded as sardines in a can.

A quick scan showed there were at least several thousand of them.

Most of them are elite Egyptian soldiers armed to the teeth, and the rest are Egyptian officials from various departments and spies from intelligence agencies of various countries.

However, everyone was just waiting in the dark, watching and being vigilant, and no one took the initiative to show up and communicate with Du Weiguo.

Come to think of it, he is hated by everyone now. If given a choice, no one would be willing to have anything to do with him.

Everyone's expression was tense, as if facing a great enemy. After all, Du Weiguo, the damn plague god, had just detonated four big pineapples in Tianzhu, shocking the whole world and intimidating everyone.

Everyone was afraid that he would suddenly have a brain attack and throw out a few more when he felt like it.

"Boss, the transfer plane is ready. I have already brought people to check it. There is no problem. However, Mr. Sand Wolf has not arrived yet."

A tall, straight young white man walked over quickly and explained the situation very competently.

Given Du Weiguo's current situation, it is certainly impossible for him to travel alone and fly the plane himself, so the necessary pomp and circumstance is still necessary.

This white young man is called Zoe, Gibson's confidant. He used to be active in the Middle East. He is very skilled and has many skills. He usually helps him do dirty work that cannot be seen in the open.

Zoe is not affiliated with the Sixth Bureau. To put it bluntly, he is a white glove secretly cultivated by Gibson, the intelligence chief.

Because he is familiar with the desert environment and proficient in more than a dozen languages, he will serve as Du Weiguo's entourage on this trip to Morocco.

Retracting his gaze, Du Weiguo asked in a very calm tone: "Have you contacted Sand Wolf? How long will it take for him to arrive?"

The Brotherhood is now completely tied to Du Weiguo, and is somewhat dependent on him, so they will naturally not refuse his request to borrow people.

After receiving the message, Shalang did not delay for even a second and set off almost at the same time as Du Weiguo.

His departure point was Golden Crescent, which was much closer to Robbie Duweiguo, but the Brotherhood did not have such advanced equipment as strategic transport aircraft, so Sand Wolf had to change planes three times.

"I just contacted him. Mr. Shalang has successfully boarded the last plane. He should be flying near the Suez Canal and is expected to arrive within two hours."

Zoe’s style is very similar to Gibson’s, she is calm and thorough in her work.

"Ah."

Du Weiguo nodded with satisfaction and pointed at the surrounding buildings with the half-smoked cigarette butt in his hand. Behind each glass, there were many pairs of eyes, staring at him without blinking.

“Zoe, tell these guys that they can look at me if they want, but they are not allowed to take pictures.”

At this point, Du Weiguo flicked away his cigarette butt and his tone suddenly became stern.

"If any photo or video of me at the airport leaks out today, I will be stuck in Egypt. As for the consequences, let them refer to the current situation in India."

Of course, those who were spying on him could not just use their naked eyes, they also used high-powered telescopes, zoom cameras, and even video cameras.

"Understood, boss."

Zoe's expression froze, then a hint of excitement flashed in her eyes, and she turned and ran towards the tower.

(End of this chapter)