Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Irving continued his search for restaurants that suited his taste.

Not long after, he saw a Domino's Pizza at the corner of the intersection ahead.

Irving had just decided to go there for pizza, but when he got closer, he found that the store was surrounded by people, and there were two police cars and police tape on the side.

Sensing something was amiss, Irving quickly joined the crowd of onlookers.

Seeing two bodies lying quietly at the store entrance, one black and one white, Irving quickly asked the Asian man next to him what had happened.

Irving then learned what had happened.

Half an hour ago, a young black man came here to eat pizza, and was mocked by several young white men dining in the store.

The young Black man called a few people outside the store to demonstrate their skills, but accidentally used too much force and knocked out a young white man.

Several other white men standing nearby became enraged and, in a fit of rage, started a brawl that resulted in the immediate death of the black man and serious injuries to a white man.

Passersby called the police upon seeing the scene, and local police arrived quickly. However, their purpose was not to investigate the matter, but to cover up the facts, dispose of the body, and suppress public opinion.

Arguments, fights, and brawls are not considered particularly serious matters.

But things are different when it comes to human lives.

Especially since the incident involves both white and black people, if it is not handled properly, it could be reported by the media, trigger public opinion, and lead to street protests, which would be troublesome.

"Hey, we're on official business! Stop crowding here and get out of the way!"

Upon seeing the police officers begin to disperse him, Irving quickly turned and left.

He doesn't have legal status right now, and it would be troublesome if he got into trouble and the police started watching him.

Irving left in a hurry and soon arrived at a restaurant called "R House Wynwood".

The restaurant's facade looks ordinary, with black double-fold doors and a huge silver "R house" sign on them. The main entrance is a small glass door, and on the wall next to it are murals of two men with bare upper bodies, wearing animal skin skirts and holding bows and arrows.

It was clear that the restaurant had just opened for business; waiters were setting up chairs in the lobby, and cleaners were sorting trash cans outside.

Judging from the number and quantity of trash cans alone, this restaurant, though seemingly unremarkable, must be doing very well.

"OK, this is the restaurant!"

Irving made a decision and went straight to the restaurant entrance.

A waiter noticed Irving, noticing that he was wearing a white T-shirt, beach shorts, and flip-flops, and that he was an Asian face he had never seen before.

He immediately assumed Irving was a tourist vacationing in Miami and hurriedly greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hey buddy, why isn't there a menu at the entrance of your store?" Irving immediately expressed his doubts as the waiter opened the glass door.

"Sir, our restaurant is similar to an art gallery. You can order at the counter beforehand what dishes you'd like to eat."

As she spoke, the Mexican waitress warmly led Irving inside.

After glancing at the pictures of the dishes hanging on the counter, Irving reluctantly ordered two cheap dishes and a pasta dish. After hesitating for a long time, he also ordered a cocktail with unlimited refills.

Seeing that just a few items cost $204, Irving gritted his teeth, forced a smile, and handed a wad of bills to the cashier.

I should have just eaten at Domino's Pizza; a large pizza is only $26 and you can definitely eat your fill.

Forget it, come here.

After ordering, Irving looked around and walked to a stage in the center of the restaurant.

Although he didn't know what kind of performances would be on this stage, grabbing a good spot while there were fewer people would at least soothe his urge to curse a little.

As the sun gradually set, the number of customers in the restaurant visibly increased.

Seeing that his food hadn't arrived yet, Irving took out his phone, intending to use this time to search online for the procedures and requirements for opening a bank account.

After a quick search, Irving discovered that most banks, including JPMorgan Chase and Wells Fargo, require a Social Security number (SSN) or credit history to open a bank account.

This is extremely unfriendly to someone like him who is undocumented.

Fortunately, after asking James on social media, Irving learned that in addition to these banks, there was a company called Capital One that had very low requirements for opening a bank card account and could be applied for online.

After promising to pay $50, James readily took on the task, guaranteeing it would be resolved within a week.

This gave Irving a long sigh of relief, as another troubling matter had been resolved.

Just as Irving picked up the cocktail that had just been served, took a sip with a look of enjoyment, and his mood was just starting to improve.

Two white men walked in, each accompanied by a Mexican-American woman.

After looking around, the two walked straight toward Irving, who was facing the stage.

"Hey buddy, didn't anyone tell you this was my spot?"

Irving looked up and glanced at the two of them.

The two white men were wearing white hoodies, their hair was messy, and their dark eyes were so bright they looked like they were covered by candles, almost frighteningly so.

"Gothic? That's rare. They just arrived at the restaurant and are already grabbing seats. They must be high on drugs..." Owen laughed.

"What did you say? Dude! Who's the Goth?!" The white man at the front slammed his hand on the table, glaring menacingly at Owen, his eyes bloodshot.

"Hey Edward, don't get angry with this guy!"

Seeing that his companion was about to make a move, another white man standing to the side immediately signaled his companion to calm down.

He then walked up to Irving, stood looking down at him, pointed at Irving with his finger, poked him in the chest, and said viciously:

"Dude, this seat has always belonged to our 'Latin King' gang! You have ten seconds to get out of here!"

Irving slapped his hand away and grabbed his collar without saying a word.

Feeling that his opponent was physically weak and not as strong as he appeared, Irving became even more unrestrained.

With a quick step and an over-the-shoulder throw, he flicked his waist and shoulder, sending his opponent flying and crashing heavily to the ground.

The sudden commotion immediately caused the surrounding crowd to gasp in surprise.

"You think I'm easy to bully? Guys, I can still beat you all down with just one hand!"

Irving clenched his right fist, his knuckles cracking as he exerted force, and sneered.

"F**K! How dare you lay a hand on me!"

Seeing his companion fall in the blink of an eye, Edward cursed and, without thinking, punched Owen.

Irving tilted his head slightly, easily dodging the attack, and then instinctively threw a punch.

The thought that if he seriously injured these two people, the bystanders might call the police...

Irving quickly withdrew his strength and finally stopped in front of the opponent's face.

Feeling the force of the punch coming at him, Edward's buttocks tightened, and he instinctively closed his eyes!