He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 98 The Monkey King Seduces the Indian (Sixth Update)

Ravi leaned back in his chair, the scene somewhat awkward.

Li Ji looked at him with a mischievous grin.

"A vampire boy? Who's that person next to him?"

Lee Ki's mischievous grin froze: "I'm the Asian Cellphone Hero!"

"Sorry, all East Asians look the same."

Li Ji slapped him across the face, making a crisp sound.

"I think you're the ones who look alike!"

"Why did you hit me?"

Ravi raised his hand to retaliate, but when he saw the Desert Eagle's gun pointed at his forehead, he immediately sat down obediently and put his hands together.

"Am I not your underling? Go ahead and fire me if you dare!"

"How could I?" Ravi laughed awkwardly.

"Aren't you the mastermind behind the Los Santos riots?"

"Can't you order us around like that?"

"Show me, I'm really looking forward to it."

Ravi suddenly went crazy and started slapping himself. He didn't say anything, he just kept slapping himself, very sincerely, each slap louder than the last.

Li Ji generally disdains doing things like showing off and getting slapped in the face.

But when faced with someone like Third Brother who boasts on a cosmic scale, I have to take a good look at his face.

"I don't have time to play games with you. The second thing we came here for is, where is the Monkey King?"

Ravi was still enjoying the slap and didn't hear what Li Ji was saying.

He shook his head like an electric fan.

"I think he's kind of enjoying it, meow. Write this down, all Earthlings are masochists, meow."

"No! It's just that Indians are like this! Shark Baby, please help him."

Shark Baby flew up and kicked Ravi's right hand.

There was a "click".

With a scream from Ravi, his right hand fell naturally to his side.

"My right hand! So from now on I'll have to eat with my left hand, the one I used to wipe my butt with!"

"Huh~"

Everyone looked disgusted.

Thankfully, the long, thin strip wasn't there, otherwise the image would have been even more vivid.

"Don't waste your time, where did the Monkey King go?"

"The monkey god has run away."

"lost?"

Four faces surrounded Ravi, practically ready to devour him.

"You smell so good!" Ravi said, looking delighted.

"You idiot!"

Li Ji used an American-style slingshot knife to slam the pistol grip into the other man's head.

He now strongly suspects that Indians are the offspring of interbreeding between aliens and humans, and that they are all mentally ill with no sense of purpose.

Ravi clutched his head in pain: "I'll talk!"

"After I brought the monkey out of the temple, I put it in the back seat of my car, cage and all."

"I was about to drive to my company when I heard Shenhou muttering something behind me, I don't know what he was yelling about."

“I turned to look at him, and he was looking at me too. No wonder he’s called the Monkey King, those eyes really do have a spiritual quality.”

“He was shouting and yelling, and I felt like he was talking. Maybe that was the language of the monkey god.”

That's StarCraft!
"The monkey suddenly stuck its butt out at me, its movements were very charming."

Li Ji and the others were completely dumbfounded.

Who did this guy learn from?
“I felt Shiva’s call right then and there.”

"This monkey is so intelligent; it actually invited me to share its divine power."

"Then I'll take the challenge. But as soon as I opened the cage, the monkey kicked me right in the groin, and it still hurts."

"Would you like to take a look?"

As he spoke, Ravi put his hand on his waistband.

Delulu angrily yelled, "If you dare to take it out, I'll cut it off, meow!"

As the four left the restaurant, they saw that the area below was full of police cars, and police officers were rushing in en masse.

Why are there police everywhere today, meow?

"That's not important. We need to figure out how to find the courier 12138 first."

Li Ji thought, "We are in the open, while he is in the shadows. We might as well let him come to us."

"It's not that easy, meow."

A minivan was cruising down a crowded street in the distance.

The roof of the vehicle was decorated with strange and unusual statues of deities, and loud Indian songs were playing from a large loudspeaker.

Pedestrians on the street knelt down and bowed, praying to the statue of the deity.

Li Ji smiled slightly: "I've already thought of a way."

In the hotel behind them, Ravi sat in a private room, clutching his groin in pain.

The waitress came in again: "Sir, would you like to order?" Ravi cursed: "What do you mean, 'order'! The business deal has fallen through!"

He stood up, grabbed the waitress, and pinned her against the wall.

The more the other person screamed in terror, the more excited he became.

Ravi unbuckled his belt, and his jeans fell to the ground, revealing his striped underwear.

"boom--"

The door to the private room was violently opened.

A group of heavily armed police officers rushed in.

Deepak, holding a pistol, looked at the scene before him and shouted angrily, "Let go of that girl!"

Mr. Ravi also sat down in the small dark room.

He looked at the bloodstains on the ground with disgust, trying to avoid getting them on his already dirty shoes.

"Did four Indians come looking for you?"

"two."

"Only two people?"

No, there are four people.

"Why the hell is it so tiring to talk to you? How many people are there?"

"Four people, but only two of them were Indians."

"Who are the other two?"

"Vampire Boy and Asian Cellphone Man".

Deepak took careful notes in his notebook.

"Vampire man—"

He realized what was happening and looked up in disbelief.

"Who did you just say they were?"

"Vampire Boy and Asian Cellphone Man".

Deepak slammed his pen down and covered his face in frustration.

"Brahma! Doesn't your village have a private school? How come the Brahmins are saying such outrageous things?"

"First, your cousin told me that Shiva had a $4000 million account and that he transferred $500 million to him."

"And now you're telling me that the vampire boy who started the riots in America and the Asian cell phone guy are coming to you to buy a monkey?"

Ravi shook his head violently into an infinity symbol.

"That's right."

Deepak slammed his fist on the table and yelled at him, "Don't fucking give me that nonsense! Believe me or not, I'll change your attempted rape to a completed rape!"

"I didn't force you! That bitch seduced me! I was just responding to Shiva's call!"

Deepak went up and slapped him.

"Why don't you say that the monkey god seduced you too?"

"how do you know?"

Deepak stomped his feet in a fit of rage: "Why the hell didn't I immigrate?!"

"Turn off the monitoring!"

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The young tuk-tuk driver, Mahesh, stood in front of a food stall, hands on his hips, chest out, head held high, looking just like a Brahmin lord.

He looked down at the food stall with his cloudy eyes.

The flies buzzing around the yellowish-brown curry were his taste testers. How good could something taste if flies wouldn't touch it?

"Two servings of the paste, please! Extra curry."

The boss joked, "You've made money? You're so generous."

"I've made a fortune! Let me tell you, praying to the American president really works!"

The boss grabbed a handful of pale yellow cornmeal paste with his dark right hand, held it under his armpit for three seconds to let the flavor seep in, and then spread it out on the oil-stained pot.

"I like this flavor."

The owner scoops out various seasonings from the spice jars that have been visited by all sorts of insects and adds them in.

Then, with his dark, black hands, he pinched half a lemon and squeezed it hard, extracting slightly yellowish juice.

He stirred the yellowish-brown semi-solid curry with a spoon and poured it over the mushy pancake.

Because his hands were unsteady, he spilled curry everywhere, making it impossible to tell if it was a food stall or some other place.

"If you ask me, all gods are worth worshipping; who knows, one of them might just bless you."

Mahesh heard lively dance music coming from behind him and his body swayed involuntarily.

"What song is this? I don't understand a single word!"

"It must be a foreign language song."

"It sounds really good, hehe."

He grinned and turned around to find the source of the sound.

A van was parked on the main road, staring at a strange statue.

Like a monkey, but with gray skin and no nose.

"The Monkey King! I must go and pay my respects!"

(End of this chapter)