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

Li Ping understands the selfishness of human nature and the coldness of reality; sharing hardships is often just a beautiful fantasy.

He sighed, picked up his glass of vodka, and gently touched the half-empty bottle next to Roland's.

He said helplessly, "...Never test people's hearts, Attorney Roland!"

"After hearing my story, they all said I was incredibly stupid, a complete idiot blinded by love."

Roland wiped her face hastily, tear tracks still faintly visible in the flickering firelight, and looked at Li Ping with a strange expectation.

"From the perspective of you Dongda students? I've heard... that Eastern men are very devoted and value relationships highly."

Li Ping almost choked on a bite of pizza.

Goodness, is this woman still indulging in a self-indulgent narrative, yearning to find recognition in a foreign culture to mend her broken self-esteem?

He quickly took a sip of water to clear his head, his mind racing.

"Uh... well," he said, carefully choosing his words.

"Where we're from, people like you who give their all without expecting anything in return are usually given a few nice names: a knight of pure love, a warm-hearted good man, or... well, a devoted guardian."

He cleverly avoided using the overly direct and hurtful term "simp".

"Knight of pure love... Warm-hearted man... Guardian of deep affection..."

Roland repeated these words, a faint light shining in his gray-blue eyes, as if he had truly drawn some kind of comfort and affirmation from them.

"Yes, that sounds much better than idiot, thanks, Bro."

"You're welcome."

Li Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he didn't want to offend his lawyer.

Roland seemed encouraged by these "positive words" and kept pestering Li Ping to tell him more legends or stories about the pure love knight.

Li Ping racked his brains and told her, half-truthfully, about the most touching stories he could think of, such as swallows, the first sword strike after landing, and supporting his girlfriend's postgraduate studies.

Roland listened intently, his mood noticeably improved, and he even summarized with a touch of pride.

"It's amazing compared to them, but at least I really had Nova, and I had that time."

"Have you really ever possessed it?" Li Ping's expression was slightly strange, and he almost couldn't help but ask back.

I'm reminded of that saying, what else can you do besides get covered in saliva?

"If you like these stories, I'll tell them to you again next time." Li Ping raised his glass.

"You're a great person to talk to, Bro."

Roland patted him on the shoulder, moved, and gave him a very tight hug, full of brotherly affection.

"Unlike Mike and the others, who only know how to laugh at me."

In the instant of the embrace, Li Ping clearly felt the sensation on his chest that was completely opposite to Roland's androgynous appearance.

Camilla's words flashed through his mind instantly: "If only she grew her hair long and dressed up."

Ok.

They certainly have the resources!

With such a huge advantage, why don't you know how to use it and insist on living your life as a pure love warrior?

Li Ping felt a pang of regret.

"Good bro, I've decided you're my brother now, I'll definitely be your brother next time!"

Li Ping slapped Luo Lan on the back with great force.

Before long, Roland, supported by Camilla, staggered back to his tent to rest.

Camilla and Una began cleaning up the messy banquet scene.

Neither of them drank much alcohol, as alcohol would affect their performance at work the next day.

It was nearly 11 p.m.

Li Fan, already unable to hold his liquor, had been half-dragged and half-carried back to the tent by Li Ping, and was now soundly snoring.

In the center of the camp, only veteran Mike remained with Li Ping.

However, Mike was also at his limit. Holding an empty bottle, he was nodding his head, almost falling into the stew pot still containing soup.

"Li Ping..."

Mike, slurring his words and still half-asleep, held up a finger and said, "You really should...you really should go and participate in that 'West Coast Hobo Vodka Challenge'."

Give those self-important Slavic drunkards a little... a little Asian shock...

"Haha, if I had the chance, I'd really like to try it."

Li Ping smiled as he stacked the last two cold pizza slices together and stuffed them into his mouth in a few bites.

At this moment, he only felt a comfortable, slightly tipsy sensation; most of the alcohol had already been metabolized by the [Wanderer] talent as high-energy fuel or a mild toxin.

"Eating contests are also suitable for you."

Camilla wiped the table while complaining without looking up, "I simply can't imagine what your stomach is made of. Where does everything you eat go?"

However, thanks to Li Ping's incredible digestion and appetite, the cleanup was much easier – there was far less food left over.

"I can't take it anymore, Mike, we should call it a day."

Not wanting to appear too unusual, Li Ping deliberately stood up unsteadily, pretending to be drunk, and reached out to pull Mike, who was slumped in the chair.

"Yes... let's disperse... everyone back to your tents!"

The news of returning to the tent startled Mike, and a flicker of fear flashed through his hazy, drunken eyes. He became somewhat more sober and managed to stand up by supporting himself on the table.

"Remember, buddy, everyone go your own way, make sure! I don't want to wake up one morning to find an unexpected surprise next to me..."

He mumbled incoherently, his steps faltering but his goal clear as he made his way toward his little nest.

"It's unimaginable, Mike, what have you been through..." Li Ping exclaimed in surprise, and turned to walk towards the tent area.

However, he first went to a secluded spot to relieve himself before crawling into his own brown tent.

Li Fan was fast asleep.

Li Ping lay down in his sleeping bag, but did not fall asleep immediately.

Using the faint light remaining outside the tent, he glanced at the time displayed on his phone: 11:12.

It was almost midnight, but instead of going to sleep, he started playing on his phone.

We await verification of a hypothesis: do the three cards obtained each day refresh at a fixed time, or according to some other pattern?

Will midnight be a crucial point?

Time passed second by second.

Li Ping's phone was lost a long time ago; this is his younger brother's phone.

He wanted to retrieve his social media accounts to learn about what had happened since he left China.

But after fiddling with it for most of the day, I still couldn't get it to work.

Outside the tent, the last sounds of the campsite fell silent, leaving only the sparse traffic on the overpass.

Amid the distant sirens of police cars, Li Ping guessed that someone was playing a real-life version of Los Santos.

The moment the clock hands silently ticked to 00:00—

coming!

A familiar sense of soft light surfaced from the depths of my consciousness, and the outlines of the three cards solidified, becoming clearly arranged.

[Xiao Ji: Marina wants to find someone to help clean things up for church members. Doing this job will earn her church approval and more support.]

"Marina!" Li Ping's spirits lifted.

This is precisely the relationship he needs to solidify right now. Even if it's free, he has to go, no matter what the benefits are.

Marina's testimony and church background are of paramount importance when submitting the SIJS application.

This is an opportunity you shouldn't miss.

He had forgotten what he thought last night: it was impossible to work.

[Undetermined: Local gang members are eager to sell an unserialized handgun cheaply.]

gun?

Li Ping's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed down.

He has absolutely no interest in this thing and has never received any training in it.

An Asian homeless man was carrying a black gun?

It's as if the police and immigration aren't looking for them fast enough.

PASS.

[Case Study: An armed fugitive is hiding in a poor neighborhood. He has a fever and is somewhat delirious. If you can subdue him and extract a confession, you might get unexpected results.]

"The culprit...a wanted criminal with a fever?" Li Ping's gaze sharpened.

This description immediately reminded him of the [Great Misfortune] card that had appeared on the first day.

Is it the same person?

The severity of the situation has been downgraded from extremely bad to moderately bad because the other party is injured, has a fever, and is in poor condition.

Will I drop gold coins if I die?

Too lazy to care, I decisively chose "Small Good Fortune".

Flip the card over to reveal more detailed silver lettering on the back:

[At the North Street Methodist Church tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM, someone will be asking Ms. Marina to recommend a helper (please wash and clean yourself beforehand at the church, and show sincerity and diligence). The offer is a small cash reward (US$50-100) and a high-quality lunch.]

The information is clear, and the path is well-defined.

Li Ping decided to go to the Methodist Church tomorrow to help Ms. Marina.

He closed his eyes, and Camilla's words echoed in his ears again: "Only those who understand the rules can avoid losing their entire lives."

In America, where guns are rampant, following the rules is good for everyone.

Even if the human body can withstand bullets, can it withstand rocket launchers and missiles?

If that's true, scientists will be thrilled!