Chapter 85

The shops were mainly grocery stores and bakery shops, as well as an inn, a woodyard and a martial arts hall, and there was even a fortune-teller on the front.

Henry occasionally heard them speak, should be Cantonese, Teochew or Fujian, but he could not understand.

The Chinese in Chinatown, seeing Henry as a little giant, were equally wary and generally looked at him with trepidation.

Henry knew that in three months, this Chinatown would be bulldozed by a group of more than 3,000 white gangsters and hooligans, killing one and injuring hundreds.

The Chinatown never existed again.

He knows this because his trip across town coincided with Mayor Denver's apology for the riots more than a hundred years later.

That's enough time. It's only been ten days since Henry crossed over.

He's just here for an inspection, a kind of time travel to witness history.

He didn't know if the same riots would happen in this parallel space, but now that he was here, he couldn't tolerate it.

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