Start in America, and receive three assassins every day.

Everyone was holding sticks and other weapons, their eyes filled with ferocity. Hank had never seen such a scene before, and he was so frightened that he trembled like a leaf!

"You yellow-skinned monkey! Hand over all your money! Or I won't hesitate to splatter it all over your face!"

"This is what Gray, the manager of the Beacon Camp, said viciously."

As a former boxer, he looked down on Chen An, who looked incredibly thin, feeling that he could knock him to the ground with a single punch!

"Hahaha! You're scared now, you Asian kid? Serves you right for stealing our stuff."

The two homeless men continued to hurl insults at Chen An, their expressions smug. They even licked their lips, saying, "Your skin is so nice, we'll have to take good care of you later!"

Chen An felt a chill run down his spine and coldly ordered, "Take care of them."

"Yes, Mr. Chen!"

The six nodded in unison and then walked toward Gray and the others. It was dark all around, so they couldn't see how many people were behind Chen An.

The message I received was that there were three burly white men. How come there are three more?

Gray looked puzzled, but still said, "Go! Let's teach them a lesson. Our Beacon Fire Camp isn't someone to be trifled with!"

There were only six people on the other side, and they were unarmed; they couldn't possibly be a match for them.

As Gray spoke, countless homeless men brandished their weapons and charged toward Anton and his companions!

But what happened next left Gray stunned. He saw Anton and his men kick and knock down countless homeless people with just a few punches and kicks.

When the weapons struck Anton and his men, they only let out a muffled groan but did not stop. For a moment, countless homeless people were so frightened by this scene that they lost the courage to fight.

In less than a minute, only Gray was left standing, with faint groans coming from all around. They felt as if several bones in their bodies were broken, and they couldn't stand up.

At this moment, Chen An truly felt the power of the assassins. The white-level attribute already had this effect, and he couldn't imagine what kind of abilities the higher-level attributes could unleash!

Gray clenched his fists, watching Anton and his group approach warily. "Stop! I'm a boxer, or I'll break your ribs!"

Upon hearing this, Anton and the others remained unmoved. All six of them attacked at once, and Gray couldn't even put up a fight. He let out a miserable scream and collapsed to the ground instantly, his face bruised and swollen with injuries.

Chen An looked disdainful. The opponent's physique was at most twice that of an ordinary person. He could only deal with one assassin. How could he possibly win against six assassins?

"Strip them naked, and take everything they own!"

As soon as he spoke, Anton and his men began to carry out the order, forcibly tearing at the clothes of these people, completely ignoring their pleas for mercy.

Chen An approached the two homeless men who had just been shouting, revealing a devilish smile. "From what you were saying, it seems you wanted to take care of me."

Looking at Chen An's smile, the two were immediately filled with deep fear, waving their hands repeatedly, "We're sorry! We were really wrong!"

"All the money I have is yours, and this packet of leaves is yours too. Everything at the Beacon Fire Camp is yours!"

Despite the two men's pleas for mercy, Chen An's expression remained unchanged, and he felt even more disgusted when he saw the drugs in their hands.

The phrase "strong and robust" was embedded in the text, and one person's kick crippled their manhood.

"Ugh! Shit!"

The two men clutched their groins in agony, the pain now hundreds of times worse than before!

"Mr. Chen, here is everything these people have, $300."

Chen An reached out and took it, then went to Gray.

Upon seeing Chen An, the other person immediately covered their head, pleading, "Please, don't hit me anymore."

"Take me to your camp."

"Okay, I'll take you there." Gray didn't dare to refuse. These people were too terrifying. He could see that one of them was still dripping blood from his arm, but his face was expressionless as if he couldn't feel any pain.

Chen An frowned as he looked at the wound on An Dong's arm, which was bleeding profusely from shielding him from the glass bottle.

This won't work. It's fine for dealing with these homeless people, but it would be tricky if we encountered gangsters and outlaws. We would need to get weapons.

It's important to know that in the United States, people can legally own firearms, and almost every household owns a gun.

Even weapon shops are as common as convenience stores, and can be found everywhere.

Faced with firearms, no matter how strong or fast Anton and his companions were, they couldn't make a ripple.

"Anton, stop the bleeding first."

Upon hearing this, Anton gently tugged at a homeless man's shirt and used it as a makeshift bandage to treat his wound.

"Does the camp have any medicine?"

Gray nodded emphatically. "Yes, please follow me."

"Where's the computer?"

Gray nodded. "Yes, but they're very old and worn."

Gray then led Chen An and the others to the Beacon Fire Camp, which was actually just a bridge archway and a place where countless homeless people gathered.

There were also many homeless people here with blank expressions, who did not react at all even when they saw Gray and his group.

Chen An covered his nose. The ground was covered with urine and an unknown liquid, making it impossible to step on.

Gray entered a large tent, with Anton and Anxing following beside him to prevent the other party from doing anything wrong.

It would be very dangerous if someone pulled out a handgun from inside the tent, after all, this is America, and we have to be careful.

Soon, Gray pulled a first-aid kit and a somewhat worn-out laptop from the tent; even the casing was rusty.

This made Chen An doubt whether it could be used.

"Everything is here."

Gray watched Chen An cautiously, fearing that the other party might kill him if he was dissatisfied.

Chen An didn't even glance at the other person, but turned to Hank and asked, "Does this computer work? Can it locate my position?"

Upon hearing this, Hank stepped forward, picked up the computer, and began to examine it. As he pressed the power button, the screen instantly lit up.

Hank then performed another test, nodded to Chen An, and said, "It's okay, but it can only provide a rough location; it's not very precise."

Chen An nodded and said, "That's enough."

Chen An then looked at Gray and asked, "Do you have any money left?"

Gray quickly shook his head and said, "No, you all took them."

"Anton, go into his tent and take a look. If you find anything useful, take it." Chen An clearly wouldn't believe the one-sided story of the person in front of him.

Watching Anton enter the tent, he began rummaging around.

Gray looked flustered.

Shortly after, Anton emerged from the tent, holding several US dollars in his hand. "It's four hundred dollars in total, hidden in a jacket."

Upon hearing this, Chen An looked coldly at Gray and said, "Is this what you mean by 'nothing'?"

"I was wrong! Boss, here's all the money. I promise I'll never show my face around here again."

"Give him a beating," Chen An said.

Then he left with Hank without looking back, and Gray's screams echoed behind them once more.

He showed no mercy to these people, after all, they were after his life.

He then looked at the bulging pocket and smiled slightly.

Now that I have the money, I'll do a ten-pull later and see what kind of affixes I get. Hopefully, they'll be helpful to me at this stage.