Insufficient balance

  Quel Drole! You have a French name? Are you related to the Queld family or something?

  Schultz rubbed his sore neck: "Miss, it seems that this gentleman from China has chosen a rather indecent way to come to France. Now where should we send this respected gentleman? The police station or the immigration office? I think we shouldn't cause any more trouble!"

  The demon dragon slowly stood up: "I came to France just to have a place to make a living, I deeply thank you for everything you've done! Now please return my knife to me, and if possible, please tell me where I can find the enlistment office of the French Foreign Legion?"

  Schultz sneered with a laugh: "You want to join the Foreign Legion? That means you want to become French, huh? It seems like the Foreign Legion is very popular lately, and all sorts of people want to try their luck! Unfortunately, the recruitment office for the Foreign Legion is in Paris. From Dunkirk to Paris isn't a distance that can be covered on foot, and without legal status, you won't be able to find work. It seems like you've really given yourself a difficult problem!"

  Schulz's sarcasm and ridicule were quite piercing, but Kaito had no way to counter. If it weren't for the fact that someone had taken him in and given him good treatment, he would have long since become a vengeful spirit on the beach, or at best, been locked up in an immigration office or police station.

  As Schultz fetched his own clothes and the D-80 tiger-toothed knife, Kaito carefully searched through the pockets of his pants, only to find that the few hundred dollars he had were gone, along with the exquisitely crafted fake French passport sewn into the leg of his pants, which was now lost at sea!

  Now I have no identity, no money, and not even a piece of clothing to cover my body!

  Clutching onto his last hope, Kaito picked up the phone on the boat and dialed the phone number that had been etched in his memory.

  The phone was answered quickly, and a cheerful voice asked: "Hello! This is the Beijing Restaurant. How can we help you?"

  "Hello, is Mr. Wang Desheng from China available?"

  "King? He quit long ago! What else is needed?"

  "Is there his contact information?"

  "No, he didn't leave any contact information before he left!"

  He hung up the phone, and Kaito sat back down with a wry smile. It seemed his luck was really not on his side. Despite Miss Lila's repeated attempts to persuade him to stay, as soon as night began to fall, Kaito left the yacht wearing the sailor suit Miss Lila had given him, heading towards the crowded dock.

  The bustling dock is filled with sailors and tourists from all over the world, as a famous evacuation port in World War II's Operation Dynamo, veterans who come to mourn their old days and people who yearn for this miracle continue to arrive, making this originally shipping-dependent port city have some tourist attractions.

  Under the dock's gangway, a crowd of people had gathered to watch a fight between Five-Minute Bill and somebody else. There were no rules, and any man who wished could participate. A one-legged negro was shouting loudly: "Who wants to fight Baldy Jack? Who'll come on? Just last five minutes and get ten dollars! Knock out Jack and get fifty dollars!"

  The over-energized sailors were waving red wine bottles to cheer on the next fighter, and many people started placing bets in the crippled black man's hands. Bald Jack was bellowing with his upper body exposed, raising both arms to show off his well-developed muscles. Five consecutive battles hadn't left Bald Jack feeling the slightest bit tired; instead, the loser's blood and anguished moans had stimulated him, making his eyes turn bright red!

  The ghost dragon patted the empty pockets on himself and walked forward to pat the shoulder of the lame black man: "Can I try?"