Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

After sending Max and Sava away, Majesty insisted on keeping Jimmy behind.

I had no ulterior motives; I simply wanted to use his identity.

After all, he didn't have a driver's license, nor a work visa, let alone a green card.

In this situation, even if you have money, you will find it difficult to move an inch.

I opened the Booking app on my phone and found a nearby hot spring resort hotel that was having a promotion.

The new user trial price is $199 USD, which includes a buffet and a 20-minute Thai massage.

The price is quite tempting, considering it's near Hollywood. For the super-rich, it's only enough to buy a hamburger sprinkled with gold leaf.

Sweep open two shared electric scooters parked on the side of the road. The starting price is $1, and it's 15 cents per minute thereafter.

This thing has swept the streets of Los Angeles, quickly monopolizing the market as soon as it was launched and becoming a favorite among young people, far surpassing the popularity of shared bikes.

The reason is that the map module of Los Angeles is too big, and you can only commute within a small area by bicycle.

If you walk even a few blocks further, and the pedals break, you still won't make it to work.

Just as they were about to set off, a group of people on scooters rushed up from behind, pulled over in an American-style stop, and completely blocked the road.

There were at least seven or eight opponents, all of whom were fighters from the Old Silver Club, including Juan Lopez, who almost knocked out Maja in one hit with a sneak attack.

"What do you want?!" Seeing the menacing look on these people's faces, Jimmy immediately revealed his Heavenly Emblem: "I'm warning you, I'm an American citizen. If you dare to hurt my friend, I'll call the Immigration Bureau right now, and none of you will escape."

Nine out of ten people who appear in underground fighting competitions are illegal immigrants, just like Ma Jieke.

Illegal immigrants and the immigration bureau are located at the very bottom and the very top of the ecological niche, respectively.

If you get arrested, there are only two outcomes: either you have to pay bail or you will be deported. Either one of them is enough to make you suffer.

"No need to bother the immigration office, I can send you back to your hometown right now!"

To create an imposing atmosphere, Ma Jieke played along, implying that he couldn't win in a fight and that he had to outsmart the opponent.

Judging by their attitude, they're eyeing the little bit of money in my pocket.

Unable to win in the boxing ring, so you've switched to real-life GTA, huh?

"Hey, calm down, buddy, you've misunderstood me."

Juan quickly waved his hands and explained, "We actually came to thank you. You helped everyone get rid of a scourge."

"A menace?" Ma Jie frowned. "You mean Choi Dong-ho?"

"That's right, buddy," someone chimed in. "This guy isn't as good as they say. The reason he keeps winning is entirely due to cheating and cheating. I have a brother who was seriously injured by him. Before his injuries had even healed, he was kicked out of the hospital because he didn't have health insurance and couldn't afford the treatment. And this could have been avoided."

"Okay, stop talking, bro. I understand your predicament."

Jack Ma said with empathy, "I'm an illegal immigrant just like you. No one is much more noble than anyone else. Although this wasn't my intention, I feel very happy to have helped you unintentionally."

Hearing his down-to-earth manner, Juan directly stated his intention: "Actually, we came to you to ask if you would like to join the fighting league. This is a small organization that I started. All the members are underground fighters. If we meet in the ring, we will fight according to the official UFC rules. This way, we won't lose the entertainment value and we can protect each other to the greatest extent."

"Sounds pretty good." Ma Jieke understood his intention: to form an alliance to fight against capital, which showed that this man was not stupid.

"However, I don't plan to return to the boxing ring anytime soon."

Ma Jieke frankly admitted that fighting in underground boxing matches is indeed very lucrative, but the money earned is not as easy as one might imagine. It is almost impossible to emerge unscathed.

"Really? That's a real shame. With your skills, you're good enough to go pro."

Juan was surprised but chose to respect this: "By the way, Bao, if you don't mind, you can join our social group. After all, besides fighting, everyone has a life. If you need any help, just ask for people in the group. I'll definitely be there. We can also exchange information about good jobs and activities, what do you say?"

"OK, more friends, more paths." Ma Jieke didn't even think twice: "Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Jack, and A Bao is just the name I use for competitions."

They bumped fists in turn to show their friendliness, and then added each other as social media friends.

If you gather these restless underground boxers together, aren't they just a bunch of street mercenaries?

It will be incredibly useful when fighting for territory with local gangs in the future.

After saying goodbye, we rode our electric scooters westward, enjoying the vibrancy and charm of Los Angeles streets.

An endless expanse of coconut trees, heavy trucks transporting goods across states and counties, the Hollywood Hills visible overhead, and white signs.

For a moment, I couldn't even tell if this was reality or a game.

About fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the hot spring resort hotel that we had booked online.

It wasn't as good as it looked in the photos, but for a place like this, spending $200 on a hot spring is more than enough.

After successfully checking in and receiving my key card, I took a quick shower to freshen up before heading straight to the buffet restaurant.

When I got there, I found there were quite a few delicious foods. Well, everything is expensive in the US, except for food.

What can you do about the terrain advantage? You occupy the most fertile plain in the entire online world.

As a result, agriculture and animal husbandry are highly developed, and everything is done on a large scale. Farmers fly planes to spray pesticides, and one worker can manage thousands of pigs.

After a quick round, Ma Jie filled a large plate with dishes such as smoked beef ribs, baked lobster with cheese, oyster sashimi, and herb-roasted chicken.

Vegetarian dishes? Locals don't eat them. Even if they do, it's mainly cauliflower, carrots, corn, potatoes, and broccoli. They don't eat leafy vegetables at all.

Based on the principle that getting something for free is a form of profit, Jimmy went all out, eating even more than Jack Ma, disregarding his life and health, all in order to recoup his investment.

After all, that's $200. How many cans would he have to collect to get it back? If you asked him to spend $5 on a hamburger, he'd be so heartbroken he couldn't sleep at night.

After enjoying the meal, Ma Jieke finished off with a plate of fruit.

You need to supplement your vitamins, right? Anyway, you can't eat those American desserts; you don't even have enough insulin to keep up with your insulin injections.

After finishing our meal, we took the elevator down to the hot spring area.

You have to admit, the man-made landscape design is quite good. There are gravel paving, artificial mountains and waterfalls, and mist swirling in the bamboo forest, giving it a bit of a Chinese garden feel.

I deliberately found a quiet spot and, like my fourth brother, dipped myself in the pool.

Guess what? This is what happened when Old California woke up this morning.

It was so beautiful, so delicious, so authentic.

Just as Ma Jieke closed his eyes to enjoy the moment, he heard footsteps coming from a distance.

Two elderly white men, who looked quite old, walked over with towels around their waists and deliberately sat down not far from them.