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Zhang Xiao's movements were not fast. After all, he was now pretending to be a weak and mentally exhausted homeless man. After walking slowly for nearly two and a half hours, it was almost 7:30 in the morning that he saw the street bar that was affected and burned in his battle yesterday.

"Haok House? Strange name..."

Zhang Xiao glanced at the neon lights, covered in black dust, and the broken bar sign. He lowered his head and looked at the yellow warning strips around the bar ruins with a seemingly fearful and curious look.

Although there are no police guards here on the surface, Zhang Xiao keenly felt the vague sight around him, vigilant, sharp, and strong oppressive power. He was not like a policeman, but a guy who was more difficult to deal with than a policeman.

"Is it a government person? Or a military person?"

These guys who don’t know where to hide are watching everyone passing by, and naturally, this also includes Zhang Xiao.

It seems that they are waiting for the rabbit, but they can't catch Zhang Xiao in this way.

Because these people are just ordinary people who have been trained, they have nowhere to hide in Zhang Xiao’s spiritual sense.

However, Zhang Xiao did not go to find them. He did not come here to expose himself.

Squinted his eyes, Zhang Xiao no longer observed the battlefield yesterday. He pretended to be a little nervous and lowered his head. While looking around, he walked towards an even more lively place.

The eyes around him that seemed to be present did not stay away from him, but in just a moment, when Zhang Xiao picked up the first drink bottle and put it in the cloth bag he carried with him, the eyes disappeared.

This is just a homeless man, isn't it?

Zhang Xiao didn't care about the gazes that fell on him. He looked like a real homeless man, picking up some ragged gadgets that could be sold for money while walking to a corner on the side of the road.

This place does not block the door of any shop, nor does it block pedestrians on the road, but it is stuck there like a reef, which cannot be shaken or avoided. People always cannot keep their eyes away from this place, even if it is a place where homeless people beg.

This is one of the golden points Zhang Xiao found in the homeless man's head, but the homeless man hasn't been here almost once, as if it was because of the legend here that he was surrounded by a large gang.

Zhang Xiaoke didn't care whether it was true or false, he sat on the ground, skillfully from the bag he carried with him - the homeless man would carry almost all his belongings; he found a piece of cardboard and a marker, and then wrote and painted on the cardboard.

Soon, Zhang Xiao put the cardboard on the ground after finishing writing, and then he put the marker in his bag, but then took out a black iron bowl that a homeless man must have - this is his job - in various senses.

He put the iron bowl on the cardboard and pressed the cardboard so that the not-so-thick cardboard would not be blown away if he was not careful. At the same time, the black bowl was enough to attract hungry eyes, making people subconsciously see the words on the cardboard under the bowl.

What Zhang Xiao wrote on the cardboard is not something creative, it is straightforward and simple: "I am very hungry and need some help from kind-hearted people, maybe a few cents, or a drink of Coca-Cola bottle. Of course, if there is a hot dog that can fill my stomach, it would be really thankful to God."

Simple words express one's needs well, and of course, it also shows Zhang Xiao's identity as a homeless man and beggar.

This quickly turned the pedestrians around who were originally curious about their eyes away.

Don't think that there are kind-hearted people everywhere in Sam's country. Just kidding, capitalist society hates begging for such a way of gaining nothing for nothing.

Of course, the government is deeply hated. After all, most beggars do not pay taxes and even need relief funds. Therefore, for the government, beggars and homeless people are an absolute cancer and burden.

The travelers who came and went just ignored this "poor person". Their precious time would not be spent on such a guy who would not benefit them.

The people in the city are so indifferent, and everything is based on interests.

But there are always good people, especially a few cents, which is really a small amount of money for most people walking on this commercial street.

Maybe it was a kind heart, or a good mood, but soon someone threw down a few coins.

Slap—

Zhang Xiao stood up and looked up and said thanks. He reached out and picked up a few cents full of grease from the cardboard - maybe the change he found when buying a hot dog; while the kind-hearted man bit the hot dog, he left without looking back.

I don't know if he is in a hurry to go to work or is not concerned at all.

Zhang Xiaoze was wondering whether the kind-hearted man threw the money to him because he was too lazy to hold the dirty change. However, he naturally picked up the coins in his hand, distinguished for a moment, and then carefully put them into the black iron bowl one by one.

He was like a real homeless man, with a numb expression on his tired face, as if he felt that there was a good start in front of him.

Unfortunately, not.

"Hey, here is not the place you should come!"

A low, seemingly deliberately silenced male voice came from behind Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Xiao had long noticed that someone was paying attention behind him, but that was not the person he was waiting for, so he never cared about it.

But now people call him, as a working vagabond, he can't pretend not to hear it.

Zhang Xiao turned around and looked at the man who called him. It was the owner of a shop in a row behind him - a middle-aged white man with a beard and a cowboy hat.

Zhang Xiao showed a little bit of just the right doubt and panic, and asked in confusion: "Sorry, did I disturb you? I... can change somewhere."

As he said that, a hint of unwillingness appeared on his face, but his movements were very quick. He grabbed the cardboard with one hand, the iron bowl with the other, and the rag bag with him was about to change the place.

Obviously, he didn't want to cause trouble, not to mention that his current identity did not allow him to resist.

Of course, Zhang Xiao couldn't move too far, after all, the person he was waiting for hadn't come yet.

But he seemed to have misunderstood. The rough middle-aged man shook his head while still whispering: "No, go quickly, this is the bald Jack place, and people like you are not allowed to beg here."

"Huh?" Zhang Xiao raised his head in confusion, "They are the 'heads' here? I can leave before they come... I don't think they won't..."

"No, you don't understand yet." The bearded white man raised his voice slightly, then turned his head quickly. After confirming that no one noticed this, he continued to lower his voice and said quickly: "Bald Jack is not easy to talk to. What's worse is that his guys all have the same bad hairstyle. Do you understand what I mean?"

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Chapter completed!