When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 4

The red and white neon signs illuminated the street and also illuminated Nan Ke's face.

This face looks to be in his twenties, and the outline is a bit like Chen Yongren in Infernal Affairs, but if you look closely, the facial features are a bit like Azu in Police Story.

Nan Ke just stood at the door of his shop, looking back and forth on the street.

Although this is not Runeterra, but the "thing" of desire is difficult to be extinct by an individual, so although the Yazakana in the Marvel world may be different from the variety of Runeterra.

But in essence, it is still the same, as long as there is enough desire or negative emotions, you can attract this group of cuties that exist in the spiritual plane.

On Runeterra, a large group of Yazakana may have to wait until the Noxus invasion begins, but in the Marvel world, in the financial center of this world, desire is everywhere.

At this moment, right in front of Nan Ke, a newborn Yazakana was wandering in the middle of the crowd.

Whenever there is a hole in someone's heart, this Yazakana will take advantage of it, quietly affect people's thoughts, and pull the budding seedlings to grow up in a rough way.

If you find that someone around you suddenly has a wave of emotional outbursts, it is very likely that there is an invisible demon whispering around you.

"This is definitely a minor."

Nan Ke looked at it for a while, but in the end, he still fished without drying up the marsh.

This newborn Yazakana can't even directly affect the emotions of passers-by. Even if it is wiped out now, it is estimated that the points won will not exceed double digits.

It's better to stay like this, anyway, it can't harm people now, and the pig still has to be fattened before slaughtering so that it won't lose money.

"We have to do a big job." Nan Ke looked around.

The TV news woke him up. This world is no longer the world he knows, and he is no longer the same as he used to be.

With my current ability, it is actually not difficult to get some money for breaking the rules.

But Nan Ke is not going to attack the local hooligans nearby, and he is not some superhero next door jumping around in tights!

Men, either don't do it, or do it, do it big.

It was at this time that a familiar figure came into Nan Ke's eyes.

The man's figure was slightly bloated, and the obvious protruding belly seemed to have witnessed the man's growth history. He turned from another street and walked straight towards Nanke.

Nan Ke pursed his lips and remained silent.

The man didn't seem to have noticed Nan Ke, until he took out the key and opened the door of the shop near Nan Ke, and inadvertently turned his head to look in Nan Ke's direction, and his movements suddenly paused.

Nan Ke's clothes seemed to evoke the man's memory of last night.

Although the temperament is completely different, the clothes and body shape should not be wrong.

After hesitating for a while, the man walked towards Nan Ke.

"Yo." The man opened his mouth and spoke Mandarin, with a sense of familiarity in his tone, "Azu? Are you looking for Jackie Chan?"

Nan Ke also laughed, and replied naturally: "Jackie Chan is not here, but Jackie Chan's brother is."

Everyone uses Azu as a joke, but if someone really calls you Azu, would you still be angry with that person?

"Jackie Chan's senior brother?" The man froze for a moment.

"Aren't you Jinbao?"

"Bah, bah, my surname is Liao!" The man waved his hand, noticing that the store door behind Nan Ke was open, "Shopping?"

"my store."

"Huh." The man seemed relieved, and pointed to his shop, "Then we're still neighbors."

"Isn't it a coincidence?"

Boss Liao turned around and opened the store door, and asked, "Come in and have a seat?"

Nan Ke's "Tavern" and Boss Liao's shop are both located on Eighth Avenue in New York, which is next to Sunset Park and belongs to the largest Chinese gathering place in Brooklyn.

The decoration of Boss Liao's shop seems to be to further set off his identity. From the decoration to the style, it is full of ancient style. There are rows of bamboo shelves, and various "treasures" are placed on them.

"Come on, sit down."

Boss Liao enthusiastically brought Nanke in, and took out a set of tea sets from somewhere, "The first time you come in, try my stock."

Nan Ke walked in, glanced at the shelf, and couldn't help being stunned when he saw a golden glove.

Boss Liao noticed Nan Ke's gaze and smiled slightly, "Like this glove?"

"good."

Nan Ke looked at the other 'treasures' again, held back the complaints in his heart, and sat down opposite Boss Liao.

"Hey." Boss Liao's face remained unchanged, he tapped the tea tray with some rough fingers, and pointed his chin in the direction of the shelf, "They are all deceptive things."

"Did anyone buy it?"

It was hard for Nan Ke to imagine that someone actually came to this kind of store to buy this kind of golden gloves that could be inlaid with gems.

"Buy it or not." Boss Liao didn't care, "I didn't make money from these things at first, and I just put them out to see things and think about 'people'."

He pointed to the golden gloves that Jianqian Ke had seen earlier, "I don't know what imitation these things are. Not to mention ugly, they are not practical. If these things were not made by my fellow villagers, I wouldn't even give them to me."

"Where is the boss from?"

"Not far from Yiwu."

"understood."

Nan Ke knew it in his heart.

Although he has never 'returned' after traveling, who doesn't know the skills of the small commodity market?

Not to mention the gloves, if you go to the market to do research, you can even predict the approval rate of the beautiful country election in advance.

"How does the boss make money?" Nan Ke asked again.

If you just rely on false certificates, it is impossible to support such a large storefront.

Boss Liao squinted his eyes and smiled unpredictablely, "What is the most valuable in this world? It's not oil, and it's not gold, it's contacts, information, and more..."

After a pause, Boss Liao didn't continue. He said modestly, "Anyway, in New York, in the beautiful country, I still have some ability."

"Drink tea."

Boss Liao stuffed the tea into the teapot, poured boiling water into it, and then divided two cups, one of which was placed in front of Nan Ke.

"This tea costs 5000 US dollars per cake." Boss Liao revealed his strength without any trace.

Nan Ke didn't drink directly, but poured the tea in the cup into the bucket next to him, picked up the teapot and soaked the teacup with the tea, and then waited for the water to cool down a little, and brewed a pot again.

After watching the whole operation, Boss Liao sighed with emotion, "Brother, pay attention."

He has lived in the beautiful country for too long, and over time, he is lazy to follow some habits.

"Tea is expensive."

Nan Ke took a sip lightly, the fragrance remained on his lips and teeth, and the aftertaste was lingering. He just messed with it just now. Whether the tea tastes good or not depends entirely on the tea itself, so money is indeed a good thing.

Putting down the teacup, Nan Ke looked up at Boss Liao.

The foreplay is done enough, it's time to enter the theme.

"Cough cough."

Boss Liao cleared his throat, and he lay down on the backrest, rubbing his right hand back and forth on his belly, "Brother, I've said the polite words, and I've drank the tea, and I won't pretend anymore, it's time for a showdown!"

'boom'

His callused palm slapped on the coffee table, Boss Liao lowered his voice, "How did you recognize me?"

He recognized Nan Ke because of his clothes. After all, Nan Ke only covered his face last night, but his clothes had never been changed.

Nan Ke pursed his lips. He really didn't expect that the 'hands and eyes' lived next door to him.

He only has one set of clothes, and if we meet again in a few days, this guy may not be able to recognize himself, but it just so happened that they met again not long after they separated for a short time.

"figure."

Nan Ke glanced at Boss Liao's belly.

But anyone who practices swords has sharp eyes. After he obtained two swordsmanship inheritances, he was able to record all the details of what happened in the vicinity one by one in a state of high concentration.

Boss Liao stroked his stomach suspiciously, then looked towards Nanke's store, "Brother, you are not doing this properly."

He originally thought that Nan Ke was a down-and-out compatriot who smuggled in, and he thought that he could give Nan Ke a hand, so he obtained a certificate for Nan Ke cheaply.

Who knew that Nan Ke turned around and set up a shop next door, the price of this shop is not cheap.

Nan Ke sighed and drank the tea in the cup, "Boss, I'm really short of money."

Not to mention anything else, just the annual tax of that tavern is enough to make most people unable to lift their heads.

After finally traveling through Nanke, I really don't want to experience the experience of being overwhelmed by real estate.

Therefore, he really needs money.

"Hehe." Boss Liao smiled.

"In this way, you can do me another favor. How about 100 million as an apology after the matter is over?"

Boss Liao's face twitched, his fat moved, and finally turned into a bright smile.

"make a deal!"

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