This bat cub looks very weak

The sky was a little gray, and the drizzle was falling, adding a dreamy haziness to this dimly lit city. Pedestrians were walking on the sidewalk holding umbrellas of various colors. In front of Times Square, a man stopped and looked at this familiar yet strange world in the rain.

The rain dripped onto his face along his bangs, gently caressing the scar at the corner of his mouth, then fell to the ground and disappeared.

His sharp eyes examined the world, but the increasingly real scene made him unconsciously become a little confused.

I don't know how long he looked before the man slowly came to his senses, brushed his rain-soaked hair, and walked away again.

“It’s still not real…”

This was the third day since the man came to this city. The strange little girl found him from somewhere, gave her some money, and then threw him here, leaving him alone. Wasn’t she afraid that he would run away?

Well, for the sake of the money, he decided to stay for the time being.

He returned to his rented room, took off his wet shirt and threw it on the chair, revealing the man's muscular body, which was truly an eye-catching figure.

However, there were scars of varying depths on the man's chest and back, and it was obvious that the man had experienced many dangerous battles.

Walking into the bathroom, the man looked at himself in the mirror and reached out to touch the left side of his body.

If I remembered correctly, he seemed to be dead? There was a big hole in his body, and he could even see only half of his intestines hanging out of his body.

At the very end, the one I saw was that white-haired brat.

"Tsk." How annoying.

The man rubbed his face, turned on the shower and took a shower.

It's a rare chance for him to be resurrected. What should he do now?

Betting on horses!

make money!

There was a gleam in the man's eyes. If there was one thing he liked most when he was alive, it would be to go to the racetrack to bet on horses and buy lottery tickets. He liked any way to get a lot of money without putting in too much effort.

Even if my hands are stained with blood, even if I sell my body.

But it's a pity that his luck in gambling has always been bad. He has rarely won in a hundred times, and the money he invested is more than what he won back.

After all this, he is now a pauper again.

"If you use the money I give you to gamble again, don't come looking for me even if you die out there!"

The man suddenly remembered that on his first day in New York, he went to an underground casino to play... and the result was predictable.

Not only did he lose all his money, but he was also scolded by that little girl for two hours.

Who could have imagined that a little kid could be so hurtful when he cursed at people, and he didn't even repeat the same words for two hours.

What? You said you have no money, so you can't find a job?

No, it’s impossible to work. I will never work in this life.

The man's occupation before his death was somewhat special. After all, it was not a legitimate job. Although this job did make money quickly, it was also easy to offend people, to be retaliated against, and even to put his life in danger.

Okay, okay, actually it’s a killer.

However, there are so many killers in this world, and he is not the only one needed. Moreover, this world is technologically advanced, and people with special abilities are hiding in the city. You can't guarantee that you will meet another white-haired brat again.

Haha...he should go find a job.

After taking a shower, the man lay on the bed, listening to the sound of rain outside the window and closed his eyes. His movements were very gentle, which seemed to make people relax, but suddenly in that instant, some images flashed through the man's mind.

In a deserted city, with turbulent streets and alleys, and a boy who looked very similar to him, he took a knife and stabbed it into his own brain in front of the boy, then gradually lost consciousness.

"That's great, you didn't..."

"!" Before the man in the dream could finish his words, the man in reality suddenly opened his eyes, held his head and sat up, taking a long time to relax.

After an unknown amount of time, he turned his head to look out the window and saw that the originally dark sky had turned back to a gray state. The man looked at the time and it was already six o'clock in the morning.

What kind of sleep did he have? He lay down and closed his eyes for a while before it was daybreak. The man looked out the window for a long time, and when he saw that he was no longer sleepy, he simply stopped sleeping. It was rare for him to get up early, so he went for morning exercise.

New York is a little too quiet in the early morning. Of course, the early mornings in any place in the world are not that lively.

The man was wearing a black vest, jogging at a moderate pace on the street. There were many other people doing morning exercises on the street, both men and women, and when they ran past the man, they were attracted by his figure and face. One girl was so fascinated by him that she bumped into a light pole.

Oh - his damn charm that radiates everywhere.

The man raised the corners of his mouth and began to feel happy.

However, his happy mood only lasted for a while, because just now, he saw a man running past him three times in ten minutes.

"Whoosh--" a person like the wind ran by.

Okay, this is the fourth time.

The man's damn desire to win was aroused, and he rushed forward to catch up with the blond man who ran past him. The blond man looked at him, but the man didn't say anything, and the blond man didn't say anything either. The two ran for half an hour without saying a word.

Finally, the blond man stopped first because he was worried that the black-haired man next to him might have some problems if he ran in the same way as he did.

"Huff, huff... What? You're not running anymore?" When the man saw the blond man stop, he stopped too. Perhaps it was the rare time for him to exercise like this, which made the man feel a little excited.

"Hello, my name is Steve Rogers. May I know your name?" The blond man saw the man who was just breathing slightly heavily, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. When he saw the man start to speak, he introduced himself to the man and extended his hand.

"..." The man was silent for a moment, as if he didn't expect the man to introduce himself to him. He thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "My name is Tojie, Tojie Fusikulo.

"Fusiculo? Sorry, what a strange last name." Steve looked at the man who called himself Tojie Fusiculo with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"My grandfather is Spanish, and my grandmother and mother are Japanese, so my appearance is more oriental." The man repeated the contents of the ID card with a smile.

"I see. Sorry, I was rude." Steve smiled embarrassedly.

"It's okay. Many people also think my name is a bit difficult to pronounce." The man was playing the role of an approachable and nice person.

Of course the man's name was not Tojie Fushikuro. His real name was Zenin Jiner, but later he married into the Fushiguro family and changed it to Fushiguro Jiner (Fushiguro Touji).

"Eh? Mr. Tojie, did you just come to New York recently? No wonder I haven't seen you before." Perhaps because they had run together, the two quickly started chatting.

"Yes, I rented a house in Manhattan, haha...but the house prices in Manhattan..." Shen Er laughed dryly. Who the hell knew that the house prices here were so expensive? He was so stupid to rent a house for a month. "I'm running out of money. I need to find a job."

"But, most jobs are not suitable for me, so I haven't found one yet." You are lying, and it is obvious that you just don't want to find a job.

"Hey...if you need anything, I can keep an eye on it for you." Steve said like a good guy.

"Thank you so much," Shen Er said gratefully, then he took out his cell phone and planned to exchange numbers with Steve, but Steve smiled awkwardly and said:

"Um, sorry, I'm not used to carrying my cell phone with me. How about you show me your phone number? I have a good memory."

"Here's my phone number." In fact, he didn't really care whether Steve could help him find a job or whether they had exchanged phone numbers. He just needed a chance to interact with the people in this world.

"It's getting late. I'm leaving first. See you next time, Mr. Tojie." After recording the call, Rogers left first because he felt the communicator in his pocket calling him.

"Then, see you again if we're lucky." Shen Er said.

"Goodbye... By the way, does Mr. Tojie know self-defense?" Steve suddenly asked when he was about to leave.

"If you're talking about karate or something like that, I do know some, otherwise where did I get these muscles?" Shen Er said with a smile.

However, his muscles were not just the result of training; they were the result of fighting with that group of sorcerers and those cursed spirits.

"Haha, that's true. Goodbye then, Mr. Tojie." After asking this question, Steve left in a hurry. Looking at his back, the "gentle" smile on his face had long disappeared. He stood there, stretched his body a little, and then left.