In the strange voice of yin and yang, two men wearing wide coats and pants, colorful hair, and strange hairstyles walked towards Jason.

The one at the head had a chain the size of an index finger around his neck.

Not golden.

It should be iron, or stainless steel.

It's kind of like a dog leash.

With malicious smiles on their faces, the two men stood in front of Jason.

Jason frowned.

There was something strange about the scene in front of me.

Although the chain of contempt is like the food chain, it is everywhere.

The tramp is at the bottom of the chain of contempt, and naturally anyone can step on it.

Especially this kind of idle gangsters.

I like to bully this kind of person who despises the lowest end of the chain.

Therefore, it is not surprising that these two people want to bully a homeless man.

But!

It's morning!

Early morning, to be exact!

Two thugs will show up early in the morning to find trouble with a homeless man?

It's amazing in itself.

As for sleepless nights?

There was no smell of smoke or alcohol on the two of them, and there was no languishing look on their faces after staying up all night.

Specifically to trouble him?

Jason thought.

And at this time, the one who is in the lead has already spoken.

"Hand over the pastry in your hand?"

The other party said.

Want to grab my food?

Jason squinted, and he slowly closed the paper bag.

The two of them immediately laughed.

The one at the head was even more dismissive of Jason, he had seen too many such homeless people, and he didn't need any means, as long as he scared him, he could succeed.

This time, naturally, too......

Hey!

The homeless man in front of him is so tall.

This look is also a little vicious.

How I was a little scared.

Why don't the hands and feet obey the call?

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and the gangster at the head looked at Jason who stood up, and after looking into Jason's downward eyes, his legs began to spin, and his whole body trembled.

The kind of sharp as a knife, mixed with the breath of a predator, completely intimidated the little gangsters in front of him.

"Y-What are you going to do?"

The leader of the thug stammered.

"Throw out the trash."

Jason grabbed the other man by the collar and lifted him up.

After his feet off the ground, the other party became more and more panicked.

"Let go of me!"

"Let go!"

The other man yelled, but that didn't stop Jason from opening the trash can next to him and throwing him headfirst into it.

However, before throwing it in again, Jason shook vigorously.

Smack, smack.

The wallet, the lighter, the cigarette, and the leash all fell to the floor.

The other thug turned and ran.

But before he could take a step, Jason grabbed the back of the neck and carried him back.

"Spare your life."

The other shouted.

"Garbage, go where garbage should be."

Jason said, shaking the one in his hand as well, and stuffing it head-down.

There was another wallet on the ground.

Jason raised his hand to pick up two wallets, put a lighter in his pocket, and threw a cigarette and a dog leash into the trash.

"You provoked me for no reason and made my breakfast cold for 5 seconds, which caused me great mental damage, and these can be regarded as mental compensation."

Pulling out the banknotes inside, Jason threw his wallet back and closed the lid of the trash can.

There are 120 banknotes.

It's two combined.

Jason didn't know the purchasing power of the money for the time being, but he knew that the purpose of the two could not be the pastry in his hand.

It is the female pastry chef who makes these pastries.

Or to be precise, it should be the female pastry chef's search for her sister just now, which made some guys timid.

That's why these two guys were sent to find trouble.

Of course, the methods of the two gangsters are destined to not be on the table, and after they grab the pastries again, there is a high probability that they will slander the pastries made by the female pastry chef for being unclean, making people eat diarrhea and other words, so that the people around them will misunderstand the female pastry chef.

Very simple means.

But it's effective enough.

Jason was sure that the people around him had passed through such a scene, and even the most enthusiastic people would be suspicious.

It's not easy for people to trust people so much.

Building trust takes time.

Destroying trust?

A split second is enough.

emmm……

The pastry is so delicious.

The sweet, fluffy trough cake is chewed and swallowed into the stomach.

An empty stomach immediately rises with a sense of satisfaction.

Jason pulled out the second trough cake and looked at the other side of the paper bag containing the pastry.

This side is an advertisement for a pastry shop.

The very simple one is printed with a dog image crawling on a pile of pastries, and the top of it says 'Watch Dog Pastry House'.

Watchdog?

What a strange name.

Even if it weren't for the act of looking for his sister, the name would have provoked someone sooner or later.

Jason thought as he pulled out a third slot cake.

There are a total of three trough cakes in the bag.

Jason clapped his hands after eating.

The bags were folded and placed in the trolley.

He planned to go to the pastry shop, firstly, to settle the money he had just made, and secondly, to remind the female pastry chef.

It's not because he didn't have enough to eat and wanted to eat a little more.

The 'Watch Dog Pastry House' is at 115 Pea Point Road.

This address is written on the packaging bag and the piece of paper.

And the street park is directly opposite the pea corner road.

Pushing the trolley, Jason didn't cross the road.

Standing at the intersection, when the green light came on, Jason pushed the trolley and walked by.

A homeless man squatting on the side of the road kept staring at Jason, who was just standing not far away, and was relieved to find that Jason was not paying attention to him at all, but just passing by.

Then, facing the person walking behind him again, he raised the piece of paper in his hand.

It was written in bold black pen -

I'm tired.

I need food.

……

Jason naturally saw such a card.

Then, after crossing the road, he looked through the trolley.

Soon, similar solitaire was found.

However, what he wrote was: I'm hungry and I need food.

"Very apt."

Jason chuckled, and directly put his hands together.

Click, click.

In the crisp sound, the cardboard directly became a paper ball.

The big husband doesn't eat the food that comes from him!

He has hands and feet, he is not stupid, he is not old.

The [Predator] talent in the depths of his soul echoed in his ears the cries of the group chasing the huge monsters, all telling him that he was there to hunt, not to beg.

Jason raised his hand and threw the paper ball into the trash.

Moving on, Jason spent 1 dime on the newspaper stop to buy today's newspaper.

PY86.11.1

The newspaper not only informed Jason of the exact date, but also gave Jason a general idea of his purchasing power.

At the same time, there is more conclusive evidence that the two gangsters were instigated.

Moreover, the person who instructed the two was very generous.

With such speculation, Jason came to the door of 15 Pea Point Road.

The 'Watch Dog Pastry House' sign has been hung up.

There is also a sign on the door that is open.

However, the window was closed from the inside.

Jason raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

There were footsteps inside, but no one answered.

Knock, knock.

Jason knocked on the door again.

This time, an impatient, gruff voice came from the room.

"Who?"

"Check the water meter."