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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, and after walking slowly for nearly two and a half hours, close to half past seven in the morning, he saw the street bar that had been affected and burned in his battle yesterday.

"Hawke's House? Strange name......"

Zhang Xiao glanced at the black dusty, tattered bar signs, which were no longer neon lights, and lowered his head again, looking at the yellow warning strip around the bar's ruins with a look that seemed to be afraid and curious.

Although there is no police guard here on the surface, Zhang Xiao keenly feels the seeming sight around him, vigilant, keen, and oppressive, not like a policeman, but a guy who is more difficult to deal with than the police.

"Someone from the government? Or people from the military? ”

These guys who don't know where to hide, they look at everyone who passes by here, and this naturally includes Zhang Xiao.

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

Because these people are just ordinary people who have been trained in the end, in Zhang Xiao's spiritual power induction, they have nothing to hide.

But Zhang Xiao didn't go to them, he didn't come here to expose himself.

Squinting his eyes, Zhang Xiao no longer observed this battlefield yesterday, pretending to be a little nervous, lowering his head, looking around for something, while walking towards a more inward and lively place.

The vague gazes around him did not turn away from him, but after a while, when Zhang Xiao picked up the first drink bottle and put it in the cloth bag he carried with him, those eyes disappeared.

It's just a bum, isn't it?

Zhang Xiao ignored the gazes that fell on him, he walked to a corner of the road while picking up some tattered gadgets that could be sold for money, like a real vagabond.

The place did not block the doors of any of the shops, nor did it block the pedestrians on the road, but it was like a rock, and it could neither be shaken nor avoided, and people could not always look away from this place, even if it was a place for homeless people to beg.

This is one of the golden spots that Zhang Xiao found in the homeless man's head, but the homeless man almost never came, it seems that it was because of the legend that it was surrounded by a large gang.

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

Soon, Zhang Xiao, who had finished writing, put the cardboard on the ground, and then he put the marker in his bag, but from the rag bag took out the black iron bowl that a homeless man must have—this was his rice bowl—in every sense.

He put the iron bowl on the cardboard and pressed the cardboard, so that the cardboard, which was not heavy, would not be blown away without noticing, and the black bowl was enough to attract hungry eyes, so that people subconsciously saw the words on the cardboard under the bowl.

Zhang Xiao's writing on the cardboard is not very creative, it is straightforward: "I am hungry and need a little help from a good Samaritan, maybe a few cents, or a finished Coca-Cola bottle, and of course thank God if there was a hot dog that could fill my stomach."

The simple words express his needs very well, and of course, it also shows Zhang Xiao's identity as a homeless man and a beggar.

This made the pedestrians who were originally curious around quickly look away.

Don't think that there are good Samaritans everywhere in Sam's Country, just kidding, capitalist society hates begging for nothing.

Of course, it is the government that is deeply hated, after all, most beggars do not pay taxes, and even have to receive relief, so for the government, beggars and homeless people are an out-and-out cancer and burden.

The passers-by simply ignored the "poor man", and their precious time would not be spent on such a guy who would do them no good.

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

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

Maybe it was kindness, or maybe it was a good mood, but in short, someone quickly tossed a few coins.

Bang Bang –

Zhang Xiao got up and looked up and thanked him, reaching out and picking up a few grease-filled cents from the cardboard—maybe the change he found when he bought a hot dog; And the good Samaritan bit the hot dog and left without looking back.

I don't know if he's in a hurry to get to work, or if he doesn't care.

Zhang Xiao wondered if the kind man threw the money to him because he was too lazy to take those dirty changes, but he naturally picked up the coins in his hand, distinguished them for a moment, and then carefully and "clanged" them into the black iron bowl one by one.

He was like a real tramp, with a numb and joyful expression on his tired face, as if he felt that the beginning was a good one.

Unfortunately, it's not.

"Hey, over there, this isn't the place for you!"

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

Zhang Xiao had long noticed that someone was paying attention behind him, but it was not the person he was waiting for, so he didn't care.

But now that people are calling him, as a working homeless man, he can't pretend not to hear.

Mr. Zhang turned to look at the man who called him, the owner of a row of shops behind him — a middle-aged white man with a beard and a cowboy hat.

Zhang Xiao showed just the right amount of doubt and panic, and asked puzzledly: "I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" I...... I could change places. ”

As he spoke, his face showed a trace of unwillingness, but the movements in his hands were very neat, holding the cardboard in one hand, the iron bowl in the other, and the rag bag in his shoulder was ready to change places.

Obviously, he didn't want to make a fuss, not to mention that his current status didn't 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.

It's just that he seems to have misunderstood, and the rugged middle-aged man shook his head, still holding his throat and said, "No, hurry up, this is the place of Bald Jack, and people like you are not allowed to beg here." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Xiao raised his head suspiciously, "Are they the 'heads' here?" I can leave before they come...... I don't think they ......."

"No, you haven't understood yet." The bearded white man raised his voice slightly, then quickly turned his head, and after making sure that no one noticed this, he continued to lower his voice and said quickly: "Bald Jack is not very easy to talk to, and what's worse is that his guys all have the same terrible hairstyle, you, you know what I mean?" ”

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