Lost In The Unfamiliar World

Omi was really helpless on his own, watching everyone go home, but he didn't know where to go.

This world was so advanced, there were so many things he couldn't understand, and he was afraid he would be lost if he walked out of the school.

"Sister, master, senior brothers, I really miss you guys. This hellhole is completely incomprehensible; where do I go from here?" Omi muttered to himself.

It was getting dark, the students had all left, but Omi was lying alone on the table, his eyes unfocused as he looked out the window at the darkening sky.

"Have I really been sitting here all this time?"

"No, this Don must have a home in his own right. I want to go home."

At that moment, Omi remembered that at lunchtime, Carlos said that his family lived in some Songtao neighborhood.

"Songtao neighborhood, is Omi's home in Songtao neighborhood? Well, I must find the Songtao District, although I'm not familiar with this world, I at least know the words of this world."

Omi resolutely left the classroom and walked out of the school gate.

Omi looked at the zoo in front of the school again; the cars that were closed had disappeared, only a few were still closed there.

Omi saw at noon that as long as a person sat inside the box, the box would run up. It seems that these box animals are psychic; maybe their IQ is much higher than a horse.

So, Omi resolutely walked to the zoo and came to one of the white cars but couldn't sit in it. This is simple; Don Omi blows the glass out with one punch and jumps inside.

"Wow, this stool is so comfortable to sit on; this animal is really more advanced," Omi smiled.

Then, like the people he saw at noon, Omi sat in it and put his hands on that round circle, which was supposed to resemble a saddle. Omi said to the car, "Car, go to the Songtao neighborhood; drive."

Omi saw that the car was not moving and shouted a few more times, "Drive! Drive!"

And at this moment, not far from the school entrance, four boys were smoking, and suddenly, one of them heard the car croaking alarm, turned around, looked towards the parking lot, and yelled, "Oh shit, your Porsche is smashed. God, who is so bold as to steal your car; does he want to die?"

The other three were busy looking back; all of them were stupid. Here, there was actually someone who dared to touch Brother Ro's car.

These four people, one of them was precisely one of the five most vicious youngsters of White Cloud High School, Roger, known as Brother Ro. He was able to become one of the five most vicious youngsters because he was good at martial arts and had money to take care of a bunch of gangster students. So he became one of the five most vicious youngsters and rampaged around the school.

When Roger saw that his Porsche was smashed, he was stupid; anyone who dared to touch his car would be beaten up by him, but right now it was smashed.

After reacting, Roger raged, "Damn, how dare you steal my car right under my nose."

"Go, go over and waste him," one of the men shouted, and the four of them immediately rushed to the parking lot.

Rushing to the Porsche, they did see a man sitting in the main car, but couldn't see his face because it was dark.

The person who stole the car didn't even panic, as if they weren't afraid of being caught, and one said to himself, "Car, you're down to support a voice, go or no go."

"Quack, quack, quack."

"Don't just croak; don't just croak; others sit in and leave immediately with a bang. Why do I sit in and you croak and refuse to leave? I'm warning you; my patience has a limit."

Roger and his three men heard the car thief's words and were silly on one side.

"Brother Ro, this—who's the car thief talking to?"

"He's talking to the car. Holy shit, Brother Ro; it turns out he's a psycho."

Roger was on fire; his Porsche was actually smashed by a psychopath.

"Hey!" Roger shouted.

Omi, who was in the car, looked out the window and saw four people standing outside, four people looking at him fiercely.

A youngster yelled, "Don't come down yet."

Omi was confused and jumped out of the car window because he didn't know how to open the door.

"What are you doing?" Roger asked angrily.

"Uh, I'm going home."

A younger brother said, "Brother Ro, don't bullshit with him, see if he doesn't have any money to pay for it; just maim him."

Roger gave an order, "f*ck, give him a good beating. I didn't expect that I, Roger, my car would be smashed by a psychopath even though I'm crisscrossing the campus. If this spreads out, how else am I supposed to hang around the school; give him a hard beating."

"Yes, Brother Ro." The three little brothers immediately surrounded Omi with a hehehe smile.

Omi looked at the three hooligans that surrounded him, his eyebrows furrowed and said, "What are you guys doing?"

"Kid, do you have any idea whose car you're stealing? Why do you even ask."

Omi said, "When you go out and rescue people in the river, everyone will encounter some difficulties, but I just want to borrow it, and I'll bring it back once the weekend is over."

"Bring it back? What the f*ck did you say." The three goons looked at each other.

Omi looked at the three hooligans, with colorful hair, odd shapes, and a large earring on their ear, they didn't look like good people at a glance and hummed, "I don't think you're serious people either; maybe you're just a bunch of hooligans who rob homes. Just because you guys say this car is yours, does it have to be yours?"

One of the little brothers was depressed, "Shit, why are we talking so much to a psycho waste, fight."

So, this little brother was the first to rush up, the other two were not far behind, the time to perform in front of Brother Ro had arrived.

The little brother who rushed up first, smashed a punch into Omi's face.

Omi's face was cold, so this world, just like his world, was full of such Jiang Hu scum, rogues, and hoodlums.

Omi easily grabbed the smashing fist.

Omi twisted the hand, and with a 'crack' sound, that little brother immediately let out a scream; his arm was instantly twisted off, and he was in pain.

Omi kicked, and this little brother whose arm was twisted flew out eight or nine meters.

The other two little brothers also happened to rush up, and Omi grabbed them with his left and right hands, grabbing their colorful hair.

"Bang!" Omi grabbed their heads and ruthlessly clashed them together, and they collapsed to the ground screaming.

Roger looked at Omi in surprise, not expecting this psychopath to have practiced.

Roger's sword eyebrows shot up and looked at his three little brothers; it was so miserable in a split second. It seemed that he could only do it himself.

"I'll let you taste my Wild Crane Fist. Roger gritted his teeth and pounced on Omi."

This martial arts is too bad; in his world, I guess any random pig-breeding child could crush this man named Roger.