Insufficient balance
"Old soldiers never die; they just fade away." — Douglas MacArthur
He grabbed his own share of the money and quickly shook off the clinging black man with a crippled leg, finding a small inn that looked relatively clean from the outside. Lying in the shabby little inn, the coarse ** sound from next door pierced through the thin wooden wall and stabbed at his eardrum. Kui Long lay on his side on the creaky spring bed, the musty smell and various strange smells making it impossible for him to fall asleep.
The American dollar made the owner of this shabby little inn very kindly receive Kui Long, and even introduced some special services to Kui Long with great enthusiasm. When Kui Long casually exchanged a poor-quality marijuana cigarette for twenty US dollars, the hotel owner even gritted his teeth and said in poor Chinese: "Congratulations on getting rich!"
The pain in his ribs eased a bit after smoking some weed, and the faint dizziness and intoxication that followed almost made Gu Long feel like he was in a high-end suite at the Ritz Hotel. Some female star had said before she died: I wish to live in the Ritz for this life! What nonsense! No matter how good the hotel is, it's not as comfortable as home!
The money on his body can still be used to stay here until he recovers from his injuries, but not having a passport is indeed a problem. Even if he wants to join the French Foreign Legion, he needs a passport, genuine or fake! Kaito gradually fell asleep under the influence of cannabis, and the Tiger's Tooth D80 on his pillow shone with a cold light reflecting off the neon lights outside the window.
Perhaps it was the effect of marijuana, or perhaps it was the aftermath of his recent dizziness, but Gu Long didn't stumble down from the stairs until the sun was high in the sky. The hotel owner, who had been hiding behind a narrow counter flipping through a pornographic magazine, immediately came over with a obsequious smile: "Good afternoon! Do you need anything? Marijuana? Cocaine? Or perhaps a standard French beauty?"
The ghost dragon shook its still somewhat dazed head, dodging the thick body odor of the hotel owner: "I want to stay here for a long time and carefully appreciate the scenery of the harbor. But now I have a little trouble, my passport can only stay here for a week, is there any place where I can find a legal identity document?"
The innkeeper narrowed his light green eyes, and the three fingers of his right hand moved slightly: "Sir, you know I'm a law-abiding businessman, I've never gotten along with any idle people, and I avoid unnecessary trouble. But considering your generosity, I might be able to help a little bit. Maybe one hundred dollars can help me remember someone like that..."
The ghost dragon coldly threw three twenty-dollar bills into the hotel owner's hands: "That's all, tell me the address!"
Looking at the muscular physique of the ghost dragon, the hotel owner tactfully opened his mouth: "You're a straightforward person, sir! No. 19 Taizi Street, Dock District, find Spike and tell him that Green-eyed Jamie introduced you to him. His charges are reasonable, and his craftsmanship is passable..."
Before the hotel owner finished nagging, Guī Lóng had already stepped out of the small hotel's gate.
Spent a whole $200, sat on a simple sofa for five hours, and finally, a Chinese passport with the name "Ghost Dragon" was placed in front of Ghost Dragon. Even if Ghost Dragon wasn't an expert in forging documents, he could still tell at a glance that the passport was poorly made! No way, even the best forger in the dock area can only do this level, let alone Ghost Dragon didn't spend too much money on forging the passport.
Walking in the alleys of the dock area, the ground was littered with trash mixed with salty sea breeze, emitting a foul odor. Several 24-hour bars were always transmitting the noise of fights, punk music mixed with the faint sound of whistles, making it seem out of place. Men wearing tight leather jackets were flirting with gay clients at the street corner, and some even threw flirtatious glances at Guī Lóng! Guī Lóng couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, quickly walking towards the small hotel.
Just as he arrived at the hotel entrance, a burly man almost collided with Kaito. Kaito nimbly dodged to one side, avoiding being hit by a hair's breadth. The sudden violent movement pulled on the injury to his ribs, and the intense pain made Kaito take in a sharp breath of cold air!
The man who rushed out was obviously of Eastern European descent, with deep blue eyes and a square chin that outlined a strong face. On his left arm was a colorful shield-shaped tattoo, below which was a striking scar that looked like it had been carved out by a sharp knife. The onion smell coming from his mouth almost knocked Ghost Dragon out cold.
"Hey! I remember you, I'm Alyosha, do you still recognize me? What are you doing in France? Doesn't the Chinese army want you anymore?"
Guī lóng yí zān, yǎn qián de dà gè zi shì zì jǐ zài chē chén de liánhé xíng dòng zhōng rèn shi de é luósī nèi wù bù tè zhǒng bù duì de chéng yuán, zài sū liǎn jiě tǐ qián céng jīng shì xìn hào qí bù duì de zhàn shì, zěn me tā yě zài fǎ guó?
Escaping from Alyosha's Russian bear hug, Guī Lóng's ribs started aching again! For the relatively short-statured Guī Lóng, the Russian bear hug was either brotherly affection or legalized murder!
He almost stood on tiptoes, Guī Lóng patted Alyosha's head, that huge half-moon shaped scar made Alyosha a semi-bald man. In the distant France, he met friends with whom he had fought together, and it was also a reunion in a foreign land? Guī Lóng also warmly greeted him: "Big guy, why aren't you still a lieutenant colonel in your Ministry of Internal Affairs? What brought you to France?"
"Alyosha rubbed his big garlic nose: "As you Chinese say, it's hard to express in one word! Let's find a bar and have a good drink. Then we can chat slowly."
