I searched and fought in America.

Hearing this, a hint of sympathy appeared in the old white man's eyes. He reached out and patted Rosen's shoulder hard, comforting him, "Brother, you're a man. God will be watching you for doing this for your family."

This statement can be considered his honest opinion; in America, medical bills are a death sentence.

For people at the bottom of society, the more common choice after learning that a loved one is sick is to give up treatment or even let them fend for themselves. At least in the circles he knows, most families are broken like this.

"Heh, whether I'm a man or not..." Rosen gave a bitter laugh, his body sliding down the wall a few feet, as if the burden of life had crushed his spine. "I don't even have a place to live now. It's too cold on the street. I'm afraid that if I sleep there for one night, I might just freeze to death."

Rosen leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. Although he didn't show much expression, the deep-seated weariness he exuded was something the old white man could deeply empathize with.

The young man in front of him, of a different skin color, was just like him, a remnant chewed up and spat out by this damned society.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say, so he could only silently smoke and keep Rosen company.

However, Rosen didn't let the atmosphere become awkward. After a moment of silence, he reopened his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity:

"Dude, when did you get here? I see you... you're white, you shouldn't have ended up like this, why are you here?"

With the groundwork laid earlier, and the old white man developing a strong empathy for Rosen, his guard was greatly reduced.

He sighed deeply and began to recount his experiences:

"My name is White. I used to be a construction laborer, earning about $3000 a month. It wasn't much, but it was decent. But in China, you know, it's impossible for an old man like me with no money to find a wife."

Old White took a deep drag on his cigarette, his eyes turning somewhat fierce:

"Just five years ago, a Mexican woman who had illegally immigrated from Mexico fell in love with me. She was young and passionate, and we got married quickly. Not long after, she became pregnant. At that time, I thought I had met true love and that God had finally smiled upon me..."

At this point, old White's hands began to tremble.

"But shortly after the child was born, that bitch turned around and accused me of marital rape and domestic violence! Those damn judges didn't listen to my explanation at all and sent me straight to jail for several years."

After I got out, I found out that the woman used my sperm to get a green card, and then had three or four more children, all of whom were white men like me used as stepping stones!

Old White gritted his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed. "At first I didn't understand why, but later I found out that single mothers with so many children can apply for the highest amount of government subsidies! In order to keep this subsidy for herself and to get rid of me, this burden, she sent me straight to prison!"

In other words, I not only lost everything, but I also became a stepping stone on that bitch's road to riches!

He was furious; his face turned a deep purplish-red, the white man's complexion clearly flushed, and tears and snot streamed uncontrollably down his face.

"I've thought about killing her... I swear I've thought about it! But if I kill her, I'll die too, or rot in jail. I... I don't have the courage."

Rosen looked at the distraught old man in front of him and sighed inwardly. This was the cruel truth of the mutual harm among the lower classes.

He reached out and patted old White on the shoulder again, offering silent comfort.

Old White casually wiped his nose and tears with his clothes, took a deep breath, and a hopeful glimmer appeared in his eyes. He grabbed Rosen's hand and said:

"...I believe all of this will change! Those sons of bitches, those illegal immigrants, those women who steal our jobs and cheat us, they will all be driven out of America! Make America Great Again!"

When he got excited, he didn't even bother to lower his voice, which echoed through the underground pipes.

"Hey, hey, old White, watch out!"

A head popped out of a cardboard box a few meters away from them and growled at them.

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"Don't say things so loudly! If someone records it and posts it online, you're completely finished. You won't even be able to stay here!"

Old White's expression changed as if he had been doused with cold water. He quickly shrank his neck and curled up back into the shadows.

He calmed himself down, looked at Rosen, and lowered his voice, saying, "Sorry, I got a little agitated just now. You're asking these questions... you probably want to know what precautions are needed to survive in this sewer, right?"

"Yes, yes." Rosen nodded in agreement. "Is this the only campsite in this sewer? I'd like to check out other places, since there are... a lot of people here."

Upon hearing this, old White's expression changed drastically. He quickly grabbed Rosen's arm and said urgently:

"Rosen, don't think like that! Let me tell you, even though the Texas sewer system looks huge on the map, there's actually very little place that's truly suitable for human habitation."

"Huh? Really?" Rosen asked, feigning surprise.

"Really! Listen to me." Old White gestured earnestly, "Actually, the only habitable places are these branch pipelines located at higher elevations."

These pipes don't drain water very often and are relatively dry, but in some main roads, the water flow is so rapid that you can't stand still. If it rains or there's sewage discharge, they can wash you away.

Moreover, the underground area is actually a maze. Many pipes have collapsed due to disrepair over the years, and some pipes are not ventilated at all, accumulating a large amount of methane and toxic gas. Once you go in, you can't get out.

Even more terrifying is... some deep water areas have crocodiles! I've heard from a few friends that some lone survivors were eaten, leaving not even bones behind.

Old White looked at Rosen earnestly: "Although our place is a bit crowded, it has light, wind, and no crocodiles, so it can already be considered a 'rich area'."

"If you want to stay, I can put in a good word with the management here, and we can even make room for you in a corner."

Rosen's heart skipped a beat. Although old White was a chatterbox, he was not a bad person at heart. He nodded. This information was pretty much the same as what he had known before.

Just as Rosen was about to get up to thank him, old White suddenly looked around and lowered his voice even further:

"And one more thing, and this is the most important thing... Absolutely, absolutely do not go to the branch pipe on the right."

"Why?" Rosen's heart skipped a beat.

"A cult is entrenched in an abandoned branch line not far to our right." A deep fear flashed in Old White's eyes.

"These lunatics don't dare to be too rampant on the ground because they'll be shot down by the police, but once they're underground, in this lawless place, they become incredibly insane and terrifying."

Rosen's lips twitched involuntarily. Fighting back the churning in his stomach, he pressed on, "How many people are in this cult? Shouldn't we go and wipe them out? Or call the police?"

"Eliminate them? Who's going to? The police won't bother with dead rats in the sewers." Old White shook his head, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Besides, I heard that cult has dozens of members, all of them acting like they're possessed and fearless. It's a huge group; we're trying to avoid them, who would dare to provoke them?"

Rosen's eyes suddenly narrowed.

A cult of dozens of people.

This news is crucial! Because according to the map in Gabak's hand, their only route passes through the branch pipeline on the right!

"I understand, brother. Thank you for telling me this. This is truly...lifesaving news," Rosen said sincerely, grasping old White's hand.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing. I find you agreeable, and I'm happy to help you." Old White waved his hand, indicating that Rosen didn't need to be polite.

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