Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

"Dockworker?"

Brooke nodded. "Yes, I can earn $150 a day. This job is a good fit for me."

Upon hearing this, Chen An's expression shifted, and an idea instantly formed in his mind.

Brooke is a dockworker, so he has this channel to get introductions. At $150 a day, six people would be $900. With the funds, he can draw entries.

Only by drawing a powerful affix can he possibly find his sister's whereabouts, and he can also use the dock as a base to create his own power.

Thinking this, he immediately asked Brooke, "Brooke, I wonder if your dock is short of dockworkers? I happen to have a few people who want to try it out."

"What do you think of the person next to me?"

Upon hearing this, Brooke carefully examined Anton. To be honest, if Anton hadn't been Asian, he would have thought he was some kind of gangster boss.

There was no way around it; Anton's physique was just too intimidating. But precisely because of that, he seemed perfectly suited to be a porter, Brooke said.

"Mr. Chen An, I'm just a temporary worker and don't have that much power. However, I can introduce you to the foreman, who will be in charge of our work."

Chen An smiled slightly, "Okay, let's go now."

He now understood that asking around here would be pointless; America was different from China, and here it was better to rely on yourself than to ask others, as no one would be kind enough to help.

Only by becoming strong can we solve the problem.

He doesn't mind taking necessary measures at critical moments!

"And what about your sister?" Brooke asked.

"Sigh~ I'll figure something out myself, but I also need to survive."

Chen An lit a cigarette and started smoking; only cigarettes could suppress the restless and uneasy feelings in his heart.

"Thank you for your help, Brooke."

Brooke smiled. "I understand your situation. I also have a good-for-nothing brother who joined a gang and got addicted to drugs, so I want to earn some money to send him to rehab."

"That's why I want to study. I don't want to live that kind of life. Before I met you, I met a kind Chinese man who would teach me math without ever bothering to."

Chen An looked slightly surprised as he gazed at Brooke in front of him. He hadn't expected this black man to have such a story. Perhaps a love of reading could be a way out in China.

But that's not necessarily the case in America.

Led by Brooke, they then arrived at the San Pedro Pier (WBCT) in Los Angeles.

The dock was large and filled with many containers.

Without stopping, Brooke led him to the rest area, where many workers were gathered chatting and waiting for the foreman to come and assign tasks.

"Okay, the foreman will be here soon."

Upon hearing this, Chen An inquired about the details and situation of the porters' work.

"Temporary work is very unstable, and the foreman assigns you jobs. If there are no jobs, you basically won't have any work to do all day."

"And you also have to pay a $20 service fee."

Chen An's heart stirred.

Isn't this just a middleman?

"The dockworkers' union has connections with gangs. If you see anything you shouldn't, leave immediately, or you'll be silenced."

Brooke whispered a reminder.

"The bailiffs aren't doing anything?" Chen An said.

Brooke shook his head. "Nobody here cares about the life or death of a temporary worker, and the gangs operate very discreetly, so you can't find anything out."

Chen An realized that he had not yet adapted to the lifestyle of the Dragon Kingdom, where death was so common.

Tatata!

At this moment, an elderly white man slowly walked over, accompanied by two large black men. Everyone gathered around when they saw this.

Two Black men began assigning jobs to these people, and those whose names were called walked toward their work locations with smiles on their faces.

The remaining people looked anxious; if they didn't have any work today, they would go hungry.

"Alright! Those who weren't read can come back tomorrow."

The foreman said in a flat tone.

Upon hearing this, these people left dejectedly, and no one dared to refute them, because you never know whether you'll be met with a fist or a bullet in the next second!

Seeing this, Brooke quickly led Chen An toward the foreman.

The two Black men immediately became wary and shouted, "Stop!"

"Mr. Jess, my friend here has something to discuss with you," Brooke said, gesturing to Chen An beside him.

Jess looked over, his expression shifting slightly. "Asian kid, I don't accept these."

Upon hearing this, Chen An smiled and said, "I'm afraid you've misunderstood. I have a collaboration idea here; I wonder if you'd like to hear about it?"

Jess looked curious. "Tell me, I'm curious what kind of collaboration an Asian person like you could have."

Chen An pointed to Anton beside him and said.

"What do you think of this guy?"

Jess looked Anton up and down and gave his assessment: "Tall, strong, a good mover."

"I have many more people like this, and they are all willing to work as movers, which is also beneficial for you, right?"

Jess was somewhat tempted.

This kind of physique is indeed very efficient for carrying things, but it's hard to find even one. The other party has so many. Where did they find them?

How many do you have?

"Jace asked."

"I'm not sure yet, but we can call six today, and we can arrange it every day thereafter."

"Okay, the dock has no shortage of dockworkers. As long as you bring people like this, I'll take them. The daily wage is $150. As for the service fee, you don't need to pay. Just bring me people every day."

Upon hearing this, Chen An pondered for a moment and nodded. Although he was still earning a little less, he would first establish a foothold and wait until the entire dock was filled with his loyal followers.

Then he would have the right to negotiate.

Immediately afterwards, Chen An began to contact An Xing and the other five remotely, asking them to come here.

Half an hour later.

An Xing and his five companions appeared at the dock and came to Chen An's side.

Jess looked at the five burly men who were the same size as Anton, and his expression changed slightly. Even the Adam's apples of the two black men bobbed. Their aura was too strong.

"Do they have legal status? I don't want undocumented immigrants; it'll cause a lot of trouble," Jess said.

"Anton showed him his identity," Chen An said casually.

Anton then took out the relevant documents from his pocket. Jess glanced at them and nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, Brooke, take them to your workstations."

Brooke said, "Okay, Mr. Jess."

"Okay, see you later."

Brooke then led Anton and his six companions toward the containers inside the dock, gradually disappearing from sight.

"Mr. Jess, there's one more thing I'd like to ask for your help with."

Jess stopped in his tracks, turning around. "What is it?"

Chen An handed over a photo. "Could you please find this person in the photo? I can give you $10 as a reward if you do."

Upon hearing such a large sum of money, Jess's pupils contracted. He slowly reached out and took the money, looked at the photo on it, and spoke calmly.

"That's a tempting price. I'll spread the word around the area. Whether I can find it or not is another matter."

Then Jess got into the car without looking back and left the dock.