Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Wang Xingyi and Han Feng didn't officially settle down until they found a suitable house in Los Angeles.

"Xingyi." Han Feng looked around the two-bedroom, one-living-room elevator apartment and said with some concern: "Is the price too high?"

Since both of you are going to school and your income is unknown, it is best to save as much as possible.

"We have no choice. For safety reasons, we have to live in a safer neighborhood. Besides, this place is very close to the university you applied to, so it's convenient for us to travel at any time."

Han Feng understood that Wang Xingyi was thinking about him in every aspect. However, Bai Ji'an's 6 million RMB was not a small amount. Moreover, they were consuming it at six times the rate.

"By the way." Wang Xingyi tied up the garbage bag and said, "Brother Han, you are going to work, right?"

"of course."

"Okay." Wang Xingyi looked up at him, "But I have a requirement. You can only make money if you meet my requirements."

"What, what request?"

"You can only work on campus. Forget about working outside of school. I won't let you go."

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, and said softly: "But, I don't know what kind of work I can do in school."

"A lot." Wang Xingyi stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one: "You can go to the library to be an assistant. If you study well, you can also be a teaching assistant, helping the professor to correct homework and participate in research projects. But I still hope that you can apply for the school's front desk assistant. You don't have to walk around and be responsible for visitor registration, answering calls, answering questions, etc. every day."

Wang Xingyi talked incessantly, and it was obvious that he had done enough homework in advance to reduce his psychological burden.

Han Feng also understood Xingyi's concern for him, and took the initiative to say, "If you don't want me to do difficult work, I can also work part-time as a tutor."

Just like the front desk, you only need to sit there for a few minutes for the tutoring course.

"No." Wang Xingyi rejected it outright, "I'm worried."

"why?"

"Why else? Let me ask you, where is your workplace when you become a tutor?"

"Student's home."

"What about the school front desk job?"

"The lobby of a building in the school."

"That's why! How many people come and go in the hall? How many people are there in the students' homes? What if you run into a bad guy in such a private space? No, don't even think about being a tutor."

Wang Xingyi's words made sense. Han Feng nodded and asked, "What about Xingyi? Have you thought about what you are going to do after school?"

Wang Xingyi paused while working and said casually, "What else can I do? Just a convenience store, a fast food restaurant, or a car wash. I'll go if anyone wants me."

Han Feng curled his fingers together, slowly grasping the thin blanket on his legs, and asked: "Can't Xingyi do the same as me? Find a job in school."

He always subconsciously thinks that school is safer than society.

"I'm in high school, how can it be as convenient as college? You don't have to worry about work, I know what I'm doing."

August is passing by in a flash.

Not long after Han Feng started school, Wang Xingyi officially started high school in early September.

Wang Xingyi always runs to pick up Han Feng when he travels between the two schools every day.

After just one week, even though he was trying to disguise himself, Han Feng still noticed his chest rising and falling.

One day later, Wang Xingyi came late. Han Feng felt heartbroken when he saw his clothes soaked with sweat.

"Don't worry." Wang Xingyi took a deep breath and explained, "The teacher delayed the class. Normally, he wouldn't rush us like this."

The final meeting.

It was not until later that Han Feng found out that Xing Yi was late and had nothing to do with the school. Instead, the police saw him running on the street and thought he was doing something bad, so they stopped him and questioned him.

"Hey, kid."

Wang Xingyi stopped mopping the floor and looked towards the source of the sound.

On the boxing ring wrapped in a black iron cage, the 1.9-meter-tall, dark-skinned man is the challenger of tonight's underground boxing match.

"Come up." He stretched out his foot unhappily, pointed at the reflective table, and said, "It's not clean here, don't you see?"

Wang Xingyi picked up the mop and walked over. In his ear, the man kept complaining: "The boxing ring is the main point. What's the point of just wiping the bottom of the ring? No matter how bright it is, will there be a beam of light shining on it after the match starts? Is there a dollar bill spilled because of your cleanliness? You can't tell the priorities, you are really useless."

As if he had found an outlet, the man spoke more and more outrageously, and his discrimination against Asians became stronger and stronger.

Thinking that his man was going to be beaten to a bloody pulp by the boxing champion at night, Wang Xingyi just thought he was farting and turned a deaf ear to it.

After cleaning it up, he tilted his head to check the results.

Looking at the table that was so smooth that there was not even a footprint on it, Wang Xingyi turned around and walked off the stage like an emotionless sweeping robot.

The man was humiliated after being ignored by the cleaner.

He chased after him, grabbed Wang Xingyi's shoulders and threw him hard!

Wang Xingyi felt pain in his back as he hit the iron cage with a bang.

"William! William!"

The ring manager was horrified.

He rushed in, facing the men, and stood between them.

"What's wrong? What happened to make you so angry? Tell me, I'll teach him a lesson!"

An hour before the game started, the "challenger" lost control of his emotions and had a conflict with the temporary workers. If this matter were to get out, those rich and powerful people would be very unhappy.

If this affects the gambling and delays the boss's profit, he will be eaten alive!

The man pointed at Wang Xingyi fiercely: "Ask him!"

The manager immediately turned around and asked, "What the hell is going on!?"

Wang Xingyi replied expressionlessly: "I didn't do anything."

The manager showed an expression that said, "As expected."

In fact, he didn't even need to ask what the whole story was. He knew everything clearly just by knowing everyone.

Especially this William at the moment. If he was not the boss's favorite money-making tool, he would not bother to spend so much effort and worship him like an ancestor.

"There may be some misunderstanding here. Don't be angry. I'll ask him to apologize to you."

After saying that, the manager turned around and scolded, "You! You've been here for two years, and you can't even do this little job?! Hurry up and apologize to William!"

No defense.

Wang Xingyi was like a piece of wood and didn't react even when he was scolded or asked to bow his head to apologize, which made William, who was furious, hit cotton with one punch after another.

He couldn't help but suspect that his indifferent attitude towards him just now was just his normal reaction and not meant to be contempt or disdain.

Seeing William wavering, the sharp-eyed manager struck while the iron was hot and ordered, "There's less than an hour until the audience arrives. What are you standing there for! Go help!"

Wang Xingyi turned around and walked off the stage. Just as he took a few steps, a boy who was also carrying a mop caught up with him and asked with lingering fear: "What's wrong with you? Why did you treat William like that? Aren't you afraid that he will beat you?"