"Did I transmigrate again, or did I just switch planets?"
Leon hadn't expected The Traveler to directly transport him from the interstellar age to... the Republic of China era?
Although the architectural style before him perfectly matched his impression of the Republic of China era, he didn't dare to immediately confirm it.
Leon looked down at his body, and after confirming he only brought a pure white Prisoner uniform, he began to think about how to find a place to stay.
He certainly had no money.
"It seems... I have money?"
Leon looked at the Prisoner uniform he was wearing, and a plan immediately formed in his mind.
Although this item was something even a dog wouldn't wear in the previous interstellar world, everything depended on the historical context.
Look at this flawless needlework, and this soft, smooth, obviously high-grade fabric. If Leon said this was a high-end garment now, who would dare to say otherwise?
Thinking of this, Leon made a decision. He then walked straight to a steamed bun stall by the roadside and inquired, "Master, may I ask you something? Do you know where the nearest pawn shop is?"
Hearing his voice, the steamed bun stall owner, who was kneading dough with his head down, neither looked up nor responded, simply continuing with his work.
Leon wanted to buy a steamed bun to ask for directions, but he was short on cash, so he could only shamelessly keep asking for the pawn shop's location.
Seemingly annoyed by him, the steamed bun stall owner impatiently looked up and pointed to the east, "Turn right after two streets, and you'll see it."
"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss."
Leon wasn't angered by the steamed bun stall owner's attitude. After sincerely thanking him, he walked in the direction the man had pointed.
Not long after he left, several dirty beggars on the street looked up, exchanged glances, and then silently followed him.
Seeing this, the steamed bun stall owner couldn't help but shake his head slightly, "Another good-for-nothing who's about to get into trouble..."
"This damn world..."
...
Meanwhile, Leon indeed found the pawn shop by following the steamed bun stall owner's directions, saving him from having to go back and punch the guy.
As soon as Leon entered the pawn shop, the shopkeeper behind the counter's eyes lit up, followed by a perfectly appropriate smile on his face, "What would this young master like to pawn?"
Leon was too lazy to correct his address, pointed to the Prisoner uniform he was wearing, and said, "How much do you think this clothing is worth?"
"?" Hearing this, the shopkeeper was stunned. He then poked his head out from behind the counter and began to size Leon up and down, "Is the young master not joking?"
Having been a shopkeeper for so many years, he could naturally tell that the young man's clothing was of superior quality, without a single blemish, a rare fine material.
At this, Leon nodded, then quickly took off his upper garment and handed it to the shopkeeper, "Take a look, how much can it be pawned for?"
Seeing this, the shopkeeper said no more, simply quietly caressing the pure white upper garment in his hands.
After a moment, he spoke, "Young master, are you only pawning this one upper garment?"
"If I pawn my trousers too, how much money can you give me?" Leon didn't answer, but instead countered.
"One silver dollar."
Hearing this, Leon immediately took off his trousers, leaving only his underwear, "Alright, but you have to give me a set of clothes, any kind will do."
He knew, of course, that the pawn shop's offer was exorbitant, but he wasn't in the mood to haggle. After all, he needed to quickly find a way to survive after returning to his previous world.
The pawn shop owner had no objection to Leon's request and quickly handed him a pawn ticket, a set of coarse linen clothes, and a silver dollar.
After putting on the somewhat scratchy clothes, Leon turned and walked out of the pawn shop, intending to find a place to eat something to stave off his hunger.
He was really getting sick of eating 'Nutrient Solution 10' every day.
But Leon hadn't walked many steps before his path was blocked.
He looked at the two beggars in front of him, frowned slightly, and asked, "What can I do for you two brothers?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Leon turned and ran. He wasn't stupid; he naturally knew they meant him no good.
But as soon as he turned, he stopped, because two other beggars were glaring at him from behind.
At this moment, a voice came from behind him, "Brat, hand over the money you just got, and then have some fun with us, and we'll let you go."
To be honest, Leon didn't feel anything when he heard the first half of the sentence.
But when he heard the second half, he laughed in anger. If the one saying it was some fair-skinned, beautiful, voluptuous rich woman, that would be one thing, but a beggar...
Get lost!
Thinking of this, Leon's anger flared, and malice rose within him. He immediately turned and lunged at the beggar who had spoken.
The sudden turn of events left the remaining three beggars stunned, watching wide-eyed as the fair-skinned young man tackled their leader.
And after Leon tackled the speaking beggar, he took advantage of the momentum to straddle him, his fists raining down on his head as if his life depended on it.
"Having some fun, huh..."
"I'll give you plenty of fun!"
At this point, the three beggars who had been frozen in place also reacted, immediately wanting to step forward and stop Leon from beating their leader.
But a group of beggars with skinny arms and legs couldn't possibly pull Leon, whose physical strength had reached 1.3 under the blessing of The Prisoner.
Although Leon had never fought before, he knew that in this situation, he only needed to hurt one person, as a group of beggars couldn't have much discipline.
He ignored the attacks from the three beggars beside him, his hands gripping the neck of the beggar beneath him tightly.
Finally, upon seeing their leader's face turn crimson, clearly on the verge of being strangled to death, a hint of fear quietly rose in the hearts of the three beggars.
They hadn't expected the seemingly fair and tender Leon to fight so desperately.
The three beggars exchanged glances, then took off running.
Noticing their departure, Leon released his hands and, looking at the beggar beneath him whose eyeballs were almost bulging out, said viciously, "Now, you answer whatever I ask."
"Understood?"
At this moment, a mix of relief and lingering fear welled up in Leon's heart.
If he hadn't spent some time in prison, he probably wouldn't have been able to be so decisive and ruthless today.
Did they really think everyone in prison was a good person?
However, Leon had no psychological burden. He didn't believe that these beggars would actually let him go after having their 'fun'.
If he had been powerless to resist, his only outcome would probably have been to be sold into prostitution.
Feeling the occasional pangs of pain on his body, Leon couldn't help but think to himself, "Even the 0.2 physical strength bonus from a bottom-tier profession like The Prisoner is so obvious. How overpowered must other T0 professions be?"
"Fortunately, my profession slot isn't restricted. I need to quickly get some useful information."
Thinking of this, Leon immediately began to interrogate the beggar beneath him.