Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Then he kicked Andy between the legs with all his might. This is the most convenient and effective method in fighting, and no one can help but be afraid of it.

"Shit!"

Andy's face contorted, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground. Emily picked it up and subdued the two men in just a moment, demonstrating the precision of her strikes, which was partly due to her striking first.

Emily then easily snatched the laptop and bag from their hands and strode away, leaving only her back view, which left the two men feeling uneasy for a long time. They never expected that they would be double-crossed by a woman.

"I feel like I need to go to the hospital," Andy said with difficulty, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Chen An was oblivious to all of this. By the time he received Emily's message, he had already changed his clothes and walked out of the mall.

The sharp black suit, combined with his decent looks, caused a dramatic change in Chen An's overall demeanor.

"Boss, you look really handsome in that outfit!" Hank praised from the side.

"Let's go! Hank, let's buy a used car. You can drive, right?"

Chen An felt it was time to buy a car, otherwise he would have to walk for one or two hours every time, which was really unbearable.

"Boss, we might not have enough money. Even a used car would cost more than ten thousand US dollars. A car that costs a thousand dollars is basically scrapped."

"Hank said."

Upon hearing this, Chen An finally gave up. He decided to keep the thousand dollars for living expenses and to buy guns; if he bought a car, he wouldn't have any money left.

"Never mind then, you should contact the seller as soon as possible."

It seems it's time to make a move on Richard. While we're at it, let's see if we can get some more money from Shen Ling. That Zhou Hao seems to be quite wealthy; let's get some interest from him first.

Hank nodded.

Next, they went to a Chinese restaurant for lunch: fried rice with egg, braised chicken leg, and pork rib soup, two servings in total.

Fried rice with egg: $9.50.

Braised chicken leg: $7.

Pork rib soup (large bowl): $15.

Total price after tax: $33.

$33 × $2 = $66.

The standard service fee is 15%, which is $9.9.

That makes a total of $75.9.

The tip alone was as high as $9.9. It can only be said that restaurants in America are too ruthless, forcing customers to tip. I don't know who came up with this idea.

After finishing his meal, he packed another portion to go before leaving the restaurant and headed home.

Half an hour later.

They arrived in front of the graffiti building.

At this moment, Chen An received a message from Emily saying that someone was lurking suspiciously at the door, but she had already subdued them.

Upon hearing this, he quickly walked over.

When he arrived on the fifth floor, he saw a figure lying quietly on the ground, with Emily crouching beside him and a dagger pressed against his neck.

When Chen An got closer, he saw a black man with dreadlocks, his face filled with fear, and he kept begging for mercy.

"Please let me go, I'm so hungry, that's why I came to steal something to eat."

"Emily, let him go." Chen An said, looking at the other person, "Who are you, and why are you lurking around my door?"

The Black man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the dagger leave his neck, and then quickly replied, "My name is Cameron, I live on the seventh floor, I was so hungry that I came to find something to eat."

Chen An spoke coldly, "So you've set your sights on me?"

Cameron's face stiffened, and his tone lowered. "I'm sorry, I really have no other choice. I'm willing to do things for you, as long as I can have enough to eat."

Upon hearing this, Chen An's expression shifted.

Homeless people like Cameron aren't entirely out of the question; they could probably earn a decent income each day. So he asked:

How many people like you are there?

Cameron looked puzzled, wondering why Chen An suddenly asked this, but he still answered quickly, "There are many. The people above the sixth floor of the Graffiti Building are like me, neither starving to death nor living well, relying on supplies to keep going every day."

"So what are your usual sources of income?"

Cameron said, "You can earn $50 to $60 a day by collecting bottles or washing cars."

"Not bad income, yet you're still going hungry. Are you on drugs?" Chen An's eyes narrowed.

If it's a poisonous insect, then there's no point in using it, because it's already a useless person.

Cameron quickly shook his head. "No, we basically don't use drugs, and if we did, we couldn't possibly live here. It's just that two surrounding camps have jointly occupied our territory, so we have to go to more distant places, but we are often driven away and can only receive some supplies from aid stations."

"The money-making speed is not as good as before. Several people have already starved to death, and then new people will move in."

Upon hearing this, Chen An fell into deep thought.

To be honest, I tried the scrap metal business before. Although I didn't earn as much as at the dock, I didn't want to give it up for nothing. Now I'm looking forward to a good opportunity.

"Here's an opportunity for you. Do you want to take it? I guarantee you'll have food to eat every day and some spare money to buy clothes."

Cameron's eyes lit up at the mention of this, and he agreed without hesitation, "I'll do it! As long as I can eat my fill, you're my boss!"

Chen An was satisfied with the other party's attitude, so he expressed his thoughts, "I will send people to help you drive away the homeless people in the surrounding camps or let them join. After that, I will guarantee that no people from other camps will appear around, and you can collect and sell scrap in peace."

"But you have to pay $6 a day in protection fees, isn't that a good deal?"

$6, not too much, not too little. After all, if the price were too high, these people wouldn't be able to afford it. It's better to keep it just right and rely on the number of people to make up for it later.

Cameron was stunned. "Are you really willing to help us?!"

He didn't expect that not only would the other party not punish him, but they would also protect them. Six dollars was nothing compared to having enough to eat.

"You're practically God!"

Seeing this, Chen An knew that the other party was very satisfied. "Go back and talk to them. If anyone is willing to join, give me the score, and you will be in charge of managing this area from now on."

Cameron nodded repeatedly, "No problem, boss. I'll go back and talk to them. They'll be very happy."

After watching the people walk away, Chen An and the other two also went into the house one after another.

Emily took out the two laptops and one cell phone she had stolen.

"An Inspiron 14, Pavilion 14, and iPhone 17—two computers and a phone are pretty good. Having these two computers makes it easier to perform certain tasks."

Hank said with satisfaction, as to the fact that stolen items couldn't be used, that was child's play to him.

Chen An was holding the iPhone 17.

"My phone was a bit broken, so Emily did a good job; it saved me some money." He then put the SIM card into the new phone.

As for the old phone, of course it's kept on my person for future use.

Hank then started using the computer and skillfully accessed the dark web, which made him suspect that Hank spent all his time on the dark web except for work, using it like TikTok.