Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 738: 738 Chapter 738: 738 Feng Jun, upon hearing this, finally understood that he had encountered the scum of the earth, full on Siam locals.

Actually, the tour guide had mentioned this situation as well—Bangkok was a melting pot of all sorts, guns weren’t banned, and foreign tourists could easily fall into traps and had to lose money to avoid disaster.

This taxi driver, for instance, set his sights on Feng Jun as soon as he saw him leave the shopping center with two beauties, carrying both large and small bags, instinctively assuming he was wealthy.

It was lucky that Feng Jun had put many items into the Storage Bag; otherwise, there was no telling what the driver would have thought.

That was why he had pulled them into an alley with the intention of robbery. If the other party resisted, they were also prepared with poison needles to frame them—no money? Then be prepared to go to jail.

Feng Jun wasn’t fully aware of this, but when he saw the other party threaten to frame him, he made up his mind.

But before that, he still wanted to ask, “Are you sure no one hired you to deal with me?”

“Oh?” The man with the Glock’s eyes lit up, “Are you actually so rich… that someone would want to deal with you?”

“You really can’t communicate!” Feng Jun raised his arm and punched the man, plastering him against the wall.

Indeed, plastered against the wall—the man was five or six meters from the wall and was blasted away by Feng Jun’s punch.

When he hit the wall, the kinetic energy was still not small enough to shake the wall twice, and thankfully, it didn’t collapse.

Seeing this, the others were dumbfounded; after all, there were more than ten men in the yard.

Bangkok, unlike the tourist and leisure destination of Phuket Island, was a fast-paced city. Just look at those desperate motorcycle riders on the main street, and you can feel that it’s not that lazy.