Chapter 283 Extra Chapter

Chapter 283 Extra Chapter

"Huff!"

Early morning, Yang Le was awakened by a nightmare once again. He couldn't remember how many times this was. In short, in the past few months, Yang Le had hardly slept soundly.

"Damn it." Yang Le glanced at the time, cursed, and threw off the quilt. He picked up the clothes he had casually thrown on the ground yesterday. Even though he was tormented by nightmares, he still had to go to work.

He took out two cold bread slices from the refrigerator, put on his coat, opened the door, and walked out of his rented small home.

As soon as he went out the door, Yang Le ran into an acquaintance, who also gave him a kind greeting.

"You should pay the rent, kid." Unfortunately, it wasn't pleasant. The morning, which was already terrible, had now become even worse.

Yang Le swallowed the bread in his mouth and said, "I know, I know, I have prepared the rent, and I am just waiting for you to come and get it."

"Then why don't you just give it to me today, saving me another trip."

"Dream on. The day I pay rent is three days later. Who knows if I will need to use this money in these days."

Yang Le refused the landlord's request and turned sideways to squeeze past him. The landlord, who also had an Asian face, frowned.

"Ah Le, listen to my uncle's advice, don't say such unlucky words. You are always preparing for misfortune, then it will definitely find you."

"Yes, yes, yes." Yang Le perfunctorily agreed, his mind only thinking about going to work quickly.

Watching Yang Le's back view squeezing past him, the landlord just sighed and didn't say anything more.

"Old Huang." The door of the next home opened, and a tenant poked out half of his body. "If you ask me, this kid is ungrateful. You know, you were the one who picked him up back then and even gave him your nephew's identity. Who would have thought he would be so perfunctory with you now."

"You talk too much." Old Huang frowned and glared at the tenant, then sighed and said, "Those who live in my place are all pitiful people. If I can help, I will. Besides, I don't know where my nephew went long ago. I don't even know if he is alive or dead. Giving him my identity, I can still earn rent, why not?"

"No wonder you can buy buildings in Central City." The tenant complimented. "I remember your nephew went to Gotham, right? That's a place that eats people without spitting out bones. I really don't understand, what's wrong with relying on family? Why must he start his own business?"

"Can't figure it out, right? That's why you can only live in my broken building." Old Huang laughed, and the tenant touched his head and laughed along.

But all of this had nothing to do with Yang Le. In the cold weather, he could only tighten his coat. This damn weather was getting cold too quickly. His life had just started, and the money he earned was only enough for daily expenses and rent, not to mention he had more important places that urgently needed money, and he had no spare money to buy a better coat at all.

Yang Le sighed. It would be better when he got to work. There was heating and employee uniform there, and he could even use his position to get himself a hot drink.

Looking at the shop not far away, Yang Le quickened his pace. This was where he worked, a civilian shop opened by a wealthy man with dreams.

To say how rich he was, it was just so-so, but definitely richer than Yang Le now. However, the other party's dream of opening his own chain of supermarket in the Free Country Across the Ocean and establishing his own brand made Yang Le sneer.

This place does not welcome some special skin color, not to mention, the boss also made it special, only employing races other than white people. Although this business model can please a group of people, those white people who are targeted are very unhappy.

At least many of his colleagues on the same shift had been blocked after work. The other party was very smart and would not attack in crowded places. At first, they thought it was just that colleague was unlucky, but over time, as people continued to get injured, even an idiot knew they were being targeted.

But the boss had no method either. This kind of behavior was almost impossible to stop, because the police who often patrolled this area were also white people, and the rest goes without saying.

But even so, no one resigned, because life forced them. In this nation, it is not easy to find such a good work.

Yang Le was relatively lucky. Since he started work, he had only encountered being followed once, but he escaped by virtue of his good footsteps. After that, Yang Le had been very careful, even if he had to take a detour, he would take the main road.

The time at work was boring. Yang Le, who only had a half-day shift today, took off his employee uniform and reluctantly left the shop with plenty of heating. Today, he didn't plan to go home early. He also had an appointment with a psychologist.

This was the place he mentioned earlier where he urgently needed money. He had also asked about the specific fees in advance, which made him gasp. Originally, he was going to give up, but he was about to be driven crazy by that dream.

Life, life, both words are antonyms of death, so Yang Le could only obediently hand over his hard-earned money to those upper-class professionals who drink coffee in their offices.

"Mr. Yang Le." The handsome psychologist with blond hair and blue eyes called back Yang Le, who was lost in thought.

"Yes, I am here." Yang Le was a little flustered, but he quickly calmed down.

'It seems my money was not spent in vain. At least this white guy pronounces my name correctly.' Yang Le comforted himself in his heart.

"I have read your description." The psychologist placed the notebook in a place where he could see it at any time. "You said you have been having the same dream recently? What kind of dream is it?"

"I seem to be chasing something." Yang Le pondered for a moment and said, "That thing is very fast. No matter how fast I run, I can't catch up, and I can only see a blurry shadow."

"Is that shadow red and yellow?" The doctor closed the notebook, as if he had lost the desire to continue reading.

Yang Le thought for a moment and said, "It seems so, how do you know?"

"This is Central City." The doctor spread his hands and pointed to the red and yellow doll on the desk. "We have the fastest hero in the world here. It's not hard to imagine."

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, Mr. Yang Le." The doctor straightened his back and said, "Since the Flash appeared, there have indeed been many people like you. They are all like this because they are too worshipful of that guy. So I suggest you can look at other heroes."

As the doctor spoke, he took out a blue and red doll from his cabinet and handed it to Yang Le. Yang Le took the doll and saw that iconic smile at first glance.

"Superman, although not as good as our Central City's pride, he is also a great guy." The doctor introduced. "My nephew who studies in Metropolis likes him very much. If you ask me, he is just fascinated by Metropolis. How could there be a hero in this world better than the Flash?"

"Of course, I also have other heroes here." As the doctor spoke, he took out many more dolls. "Wonder Woman, Batman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Cyborg.",,,,

The dolls became more and more numerous. Yang Le did not speak, but just silently watched the doctor introduce them to him. He always felt that if he wanted to remember what he had forgotten, these heroes were the key.

Suddenly I feel like writing too, let's do a DC extra chapter that is not related to Marvel. If everyone wants to read it, I will continue writing.

(End of this chapter)