Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

The dim streetlights flickered incessantly, the air was thick with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and the surroundings were filled with mountains of garbage and rats scurrying about.

Shen Qibai walked into the slum, where several black people stood by the roadside, looking at him with cold eyes.

As Shen Qibai entered, the previously noisy environment quickly quieted down, and a dangerous atmosphere filled the air.

A Black man smashed a bottle on the ground and yelled at Shen Qibai, "You lowly Asian, get back to your restaurant kitchen!"

Shen Qibai ignored him and walked straight inside. A black man next to him slapped him on the shoulder, revealing a set of big white teeth: "Hey kid, maybe we can be friends."

As he spoke, he secretly touched Shen Qibai's pockets.

Shen Qibai grabbed his hand expressionlessly. The man tried to pull his hand away, but it was no use.

Enraged, the man swung his fist and charged at him. Shen Qibai didn't dodge; instead, he pulled him away, and the sound of bones dislocating filled the air.

Before he could react, Shen Qibai grabbed his neck and slammed him to the ground.

The man's breathing became rapid, veins bulged on his face, and he pounded on Shen Qibai's hand, letting out hoarse cries.

The gun in Shen Qibai's hand flashed coldly in the darkness. He looked coldly at the person beneath him, whose face grew paler and paler, gradually turning bluish, and whose strength waned.

Shen Qibai didn't like killing people directly; he preferred to see their painful expressions as they faced death. Whenever he did, he felt his blood boil.

This wasn't the first time Shen Qibai had been here; he was used to this kind of scene.

The man's expression was extremely distorted. His eyes were wide open, looking like they were about to pop out, and he let go of Shen Qibai's hand.

When Shen Qibai first dealt with the black people here, one of them stabbed him in the abdomen.

Shen Qibai's expression remained unchanged. After receiving the goods, he immediately pulled out the knife, gave it a quick bandage, and drove himself to the hospital, leaving the others dumbfounded.

Medical care is extremely expensive in the United States, so he went to a small hospital near a slum.

The patients in this hospital are all local residents. They can treat almost any kind of injury, but what will happen to them in the future is uncertain.

His time in the United States was not easy. The people who picked him up at the airport would ask him every day if he wanted to give up, and his answer was always the same.

The man looked at Shen Qibai sitting opposite him, a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "How long are you going to be so stubborn?"

I thought he would be scared away on the first day, but I didn't expect him to persist for so many days.

If he hadn't arrived just in time today, his fingers would have been ruined.

Looking at Shen Qibai's bloodied ring finger, the man had a terrible headache: "Haven't you learned your lesson from being stabbed last time? This time you've lost a finger, what about next time?"

The doctor left with a plastic bag containing ice and the severed finger. Fortunately, they arrived in time, and the severed finger was well protected, so there is a high chance it can be reattached.

Shen Qibai stared calmly at the files on his computer, as if the finger he was using wasn't even his: "Once you've finished with her, she won't bother me anymore, right?"

Thanks to his experience in the orphanage, these pains were nothing to him. Children who are not guided can sometimes do worse things than adults.

The man was silent for a moment, then went to ask the doctor when the surgery would be performed.

Shen Qibai is a madman. If Madam knew he was such a crazy person, she would definitely be even more worried about leaving him by Miss's side.

This kind of person is terrifying. If the young lady gets together with him, she might not even know how she died one day.

The surgery took a long time, but fortunately, Shen Qibai's finger was successfully reattached.

The doctor told Shen Qibai to come to the hospital for regular check-ups, but Shen Qibai didn't seem to listen at all.

The man frowned deeply: "I have a job too, I can't always be by your side."

He glanced at his finger and said, "If you want to be with Miss, you can't have a severed finger, otherwise other people will laugh at you."

Shen Qibai paused for a moment, then remained silent.

The man continued to persuade him, "Why are you so persistent? If you stayed in America, that money would be enough for you to live on for several lifetimes."

The lady is truly kind-hearted.

Shen Qibai said calmly, "I don't want money."

The man choked up and fell silent.

Madam, please don't scold him. It was Shen Qibai who disagreed. He has already told him many times.

It was already 1 a.m. when Shen Qibai got home. The streets were starting to fill up, and passersby, seeing Shen Qibai covered in blood, quietly moved away.

As soon as Shen Qibai got home, he took a shower. The smell of sweat mixed with the stench of blood on his body was truly disgusting.

After taking a shower, Shen Qibai took out a light pink nightgown from the closet. He had just lay down on the bed when Song Xianyin called.

"Brother," Song Xianyin called out in a breathy voice.

Although Shen Qibai couldn't see her expression, he could tell what she was feeling just by listening to her voice.

"Ayin." Shen Qibai chuckled quietly.

He thought she wouldn't call him today.

"Mom almost found out just now, it scared me to death." Song Xianyin's voice sounded a little aggrieved.

She crouched in the corner, warily observing her surroundings, while the tuna kept calling beside her.

Afraid of being discovered, Song Xianyin quickly threw the toy away: "Brother, look at the tuna, it's so mean, it always bullies me."

It ignores her when she looks for it, but starts barking at her whenever she needs something.

Song Xianyin kept rambling on about what happened yesterday, how her mother was forcing her to work again, how tired she was from working overtime every day, and how she asked him if he missed her...

Shen Qibai leaned against the bed, his face slightly flushed. He held his phone in one hand and clutched his light pink pajamas tightly in the other.

"elder brother……"

Shen Qibai's breathing became more and more rapid, and with the movement of her clothes, her scent filled the air and entered his nostrils.

“Ayin…Ayin…”

Song Xianyin was startled when she heard Shen Qibai's voice. She stood up worriedly and asked, "Brother, am I stuck? Can you hear me?"

Shen Qibai's restrained voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ayin, call your brother's name."

Song Xianyin held the phone to her ear, clearly hearing Shen Qibai's panting. She was a little confused, but still obediently called out, "Shen Qibai."

Looking at the duration of the call, Song Xianyin thought to herself, "Luckily, I have money. Otherwise, who could afford to make such long international calls every day?"

Shen Qibai's breathing grew louder and louder. Finally, he let out a muffled groan, the rustling of his clothes stopped, and the room finally fell silent.

Song Xianyin tentatively called out, "Brother, are you still there?"

"Hello, Mr. Shen Qibai?"

Shen Qibai chuckled softly, his voice tinged with satisfaction: "Ayin, I can hear you. What are you going to do next?"

Song Xianyin smiled and said, "I have to go to a meeting later, brother."

Shen Qibai looked at his pajamas, which had darkened in color, and sighed. He had wasted his time taking a bath.