Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

When Li Ping pushed the cart back to the Sixth Block, it was already 5:30 pm.

It won't be completely dark until around 7 p.m., which isn't too late.

The scene on the streets was completely different from that during the day: the number of distribution points for supplies had visibly decreased, and most volunteers and food trucks had begun to pack up.

The frequency of patrol cars has also decreased, as night is approaching, but the security situation seems to be quite good.

Near the fifth block, a brightly painted food truck is distributing fresh hot dogs.

Because of the promise of freshly made food, the line of homeless people stretched for a long time, and the air was filled with the aroma of grilled sausages and onions.

Fresh food is scarce in poor neighborhoods, and it's not good to go back empty-handed at night. Bringing back a few fresh hot dogs would be a good idea.

"Teach them a lesson!"

Just as I joined the queue, a huge commotion suddenly erupted from the intersection a block ahead.

"They're fighting! They're fighting!"

A dozen or so figures were fighting, with baseball bats, steel pipes, and even folding chairs being swung in the sunlight.

Curses, blows, and screams mingled together.

The people on one side who were being beaten had gray strips of cloth wrapped around their bodies or heads. There were only five or six of them.

The other side mostly had rough shield tattoos on their arms or necks.

"The Greyheads and the Shield are fighting!"

Many people in the group of homeless people whispered excitedly.

It's something to be happy about.

"The Gray Head Gang leader has only been in jail for a few days, and they've already got their doorstep attacked?"

"Serves them right! I heard that the Greyhead Gang lunatics were spray-painting everywhere this afternoon, even covering up the Holy Shield Gang's logo? OMG, I don't know where they got the guts?"

"Let's settle both old and new scores. I've heard for a long time that two of the Shield Gang's underlings were 'specially taken care of' by the Greyhead Gang. I've been holding back for a long time."

Instead of panicking and fleeing, the homeless people craned their necks to watch the spectacle.

Some people analyzed the gang feuds as if they knew them by heart, their tone carrying an air of someone who had seen it all before.

As Li Ping listened, he seemed to understand that the "special treatment" meant not just being beaten, but being thoroughly humiliated.

"What a... sad story."

Even amidst the crowd, he couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing the two fighting, Li Fan suddenly realized what was happening and turned to look at his brother.

"Spray painting this afternoon..."

Li Ping tilted his head slightly, gestured with his chin to their small cart loaded with supplies, and replied in a low voice.

"We've offended the Gray Head Gang, so we have to plan ahead. This is called shifting the blame."

Li Fan gave his brother a thumbs up and silently memorized the trick of "spraying paint to provoke and framing someone on the street".

Following my brother, that wicked... clever guy, I can always learn new things.

The fight was raging in the next block. The Gray Head Gang, outnumbered, was at a disadvantage and, after a brief moment of panic, found an opportunity to scatter and escape.

When the volunteers at the hot dog truck in the sixth block saw this scene, they wanted to slip away, but the homeless people who had been waiting in line for a long time and were starving wouldn't stand for it and suddenly surrounded the truck.

The scene became chaotic at one point.

Li Ping and Li Fan exchanged a glance, then simultaneously exerted their strength and surrounded them.

The two men, one 1.8 meters tall and the other 1.9 meters tall, moved like tanks into an infantry formation among the mostly malnourished homeless people.

They pushed their way through the crowd and rushed to the front.

I got six hot dogs, several bottles of drinks, and bottled water.

Amidst discontented grumbling and angry stares from those around them, the two brothers, protecting their spoils, wisely withdrew.

"Baka yarou!"

Without turning his head, Li Ping uttered a curse in perfect Japanese.

"I hate the Japanese!"

"I feel like they're more like Koreans. The skinny Asian guy is really handsome, like a Korean oppa."

"What cherry blossoms and Koreans? Aren't they all from the University of Tokyo? There are always people from the University of Tokyo coming here to take advantage!"

The brothers didn't hear the murmurs behind them.

Li Ping, meanwhile, quietly led his younger brother towards the Fifth Block to check out the situation.

The closer you get, the more deserted the streets become.

Ironically, few people were actually fighting at the center of the battle. The Gray-Headed Gang was at a significant disadvantage and had already fled when things turned sour.

Only a few people were grappling together, seemingly in a half-hearted manner. It looked intense, but the punches of both sides were light and weak, as if they hadn't eaten.

Throughout the fight, there was hardly any sound of American-style iaido.

After all, they were just small, peripheral gangs and wouldn't dare to draw their guns in the street.

Otherwise, if they get caught, their magazines will be emptied, and the sheriff will be given an administrative leave.

The abandoned building at No. 86 has changed slightly. The original TG gray graffiti on the exterior wall has been brutally covered and scratched by a rough but violent shield pattern.

The building was pitch black inside, and there was no one at the entrance. It seemed that the Gray Head Gang had all fled, and there was no one guarding it at the moment.

opportunity!

"You stay here and keep watch on both ends of the street. If anyone gets close, shout out."

Li Ping shoved the cart into Li Fan's hands and whispered.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Li Fan looked around nervously, somewhat puzzled.

"I think there's something good inside."

Like a cat, Li Ping tiptoed into the alleyway piled with garbage on the side of the building.

First, listen closely to the wall to confirm that there are no sounds of talking or walking inside.

After carefully observing the interior through several broken windows and confirming that no one was inside, he climbed in through the back broken window.

The room was dimly lit and filled with a mixture of smells of dust, urine, and rotting garbage.

The ground was littered with broken bricks, empty bottles, tattered sleeping bags, and used syringes.

There are also quite a few sacs; I don't know what a group of men do with those things.

He quickly went to the dilapidated brown faux leather sofa in the room, held his breath, and kicked it away.

Dust filled the air.

He crouched down and pinpointed the spot in his memory where he had hidden the money.

He forcefully pried up a heavy red floor tile.

Below, in a small hole, lies a black leather folding wallet, with Franklin's image faintly visible.

It's very plump, this is it.

Li Ping's heart pounded. He grabbed his wallet, stuffed it into his pocket, and haphazardly put the floor tiles back on.

He casually put the sofa back in its original position, then retreated the way he came in and climbed out through the window.

No sooner had their feet touched the ground than a rustling sound came from a large, green trash can that was about half their height.

"who!"

Li Ping felt a chill run down his spine and suddenly turned his head.

The lid of the trash can was pushed open a crack, and a pair of frightened eyes were peeking out from inside.

Li Ping recognized his face; it was the little black guy who had tried to steal his sleeping bag yesterday and was kicked away by him instead.

This guy has a bruised and swollen face; it looks like he escaped by hiding here.

Their eyes met, and the air froze instantly.

Xiao Heizi clearly recognized Li Ping as well, and was so frightened that he blurted out.

"You...you're with the Shield? I'm sorry, please don't hit me, you can have all the territory!"

He thought the commotion meant his teammates had secretly returned, but little did he know it was this scourge.

"Bang!"

Li Ping was too lazy to waste words with him, so he lifted the trash can lid and slammed it down, causing Xiao Heizi to fall into a peaceful sleep.

People are scary, they can scare you to death!

Catching his breath, he quickly emerged from the other end of the alley and returned to Li Fan's side on the main street.

"Hurry up!"

He gave a low shout, pulled up the still somewhat dazed Li Fan and the cart, and left.

Just then, the sound of sirens and flashing red and blue lights came from the street corner.

Several black and white LAPD police cars sped in, clearly there to deal with the gang fight that had just occurred.

Li Ping's heart tightened, and he subconsciously quickened his pace, almost running as he pushed the cart.

Fortunately, the police seemed to be drawn to some small black people in the distance and did not pay attention to the two Asian homeless men who were pushing their rags away in a hurry.

I could faintly hear the crackling of American-style iaido.

They ran for two blocks before turning onto a relatively quiet side street, where they stopped and leaned against a wall, panting heavily.

"Brother, what was inside just now?" Li Fan asked, still shaken.

Li Ping pulled out his dirty wallet from his pocket and waved it in front of Li Fan.

"I was lucky; it turns out I wasn't wrong."

"Wallet, how much is in it?"

Li Fan's eyes widened; although surprised, he wasn't entirely unexpected.

From a young age, he knew that his older brother seemed to have exceptionally sharp eyes; Li Ping was always the first to notice if a coin fell on the road or something was hidden in a corner.

But as everyone gradually got used to mobile payments, this guy's skill deteriorated.

Who would have thought that coming to America would bring back this talent for making money?

"I'll look at it later."

The two dared not linger and quickly pushed the cart away from the poor street area.

They only stopped in a quiet corner of an alley when they felt completely safe.

Li Ping then carefully examined the wallet.

The leather is old, the edges are badly worn, and it has unidentified stains.

When you open it, there are no identification documents inside, only a stack of green banknotes bound with rubber bands.

He quickly counted them.

There were six hundred-yuan notes, four fifty-yuan notes, eight twenty-yuan notes, five ten-yuan notes, and quite a few one-yuan notes as well.

It looks like it was accumulated little by little.

Total: $1,153, exactly as indicated on the card.

Adding to their original fifty-odd dollars, the brothers' total assets instantly skyrocketed to twelve hundred dollars.

The average wealth per person instantly reached six hundred US dollars.

"Cool!"