Wandering America: My kill threshold is far ahead

"Mia, that's a beautiful name."

Ma Jie glanced at her instrument: "Do you often do these kinds of street performances around here?"

"No," Mia explained. "I used to work near Beverly Hills and on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, but I was always getting chased away by the police, and I had to hand over half of the money I earned to the gangs."

"Half?" Ma Jie frowned. This profit-sharing ratio was outrageous. Compared to legitimate gangs, he was practically doing charity.

"That's how it is in the wealthy areas," Jimmy chimed in, "and this is relatively small. As far as I know, some gangs control 60% or even 70% of the territory."

Holy crap... This person's worldview has been shattered. Even in the old society, they wouldn't do something like this! This is treating the lower classes like they're not human at all.

"That's right." Mia nodded quickly: "So I brought my brother here, hoping to try my luck in the slums, but I didn't expect the situation here to be even more complicated."

"Complex?" Ma Jieke shrugged. "I think it's alright. At least from now on, I'm in charge here."

"Can I perform here?" Mia looked at Ma Jie cautiously, her tone sounding nervous. "I... I know the rules, I won't let you help me for nothing."

She roughly calculated that she had earned about $30 this morning, and if it were a holiday, earning over $100 a day would definitely not be a problem.

Although the audience here is stingy, the large flow of people means that even small amounts add up to a considerable income.

Sigh, I just don't know if this yellow-skinned boy is easy to talk to. I hope he won't be so greedy.

"So how do you plan to help me?" Ma Jie wanted to tease her, so he deliberately made his tone sound lewd.

The Czech Republic was originally called the Kingdom of Bohemia, then Czechoslovakia, and is now the Czech Republic.

The most memorable keywords associated with it are its large output of films, the legalization of PC pornography, its bohemian style, and its location in Prague, the capital city.

"Uh..." Mia was momentarily speechless, awkwardly rubbing the hem of her clothes with her hand.

After all, the word "help" has many layers of meaning, some good and some bad.

"Haha, just kidding." Looking at the shy Central European girl, Ma Jieke decided, "How about this, I won't take advantage of you, but I still need to eat. Like those scavengers, give me 20% of your income."

"You can think of it as protection money, but I have to reiterate, I'm really not a gang member, I'm more of an organizer. I make this place more orderly, reduce unnecessary fighting, and everyone can earn a stable income."

"Really?" Mia's eyes widened upon hearing the profit-sharing ratio. "You really only want 20%?"

"Yes, I never take back what I say."

In Ma Jieke's view, this revenue sharing ratio is reasonable, and its purpose is to attract more street performers like her.

Anyone can kill a chicken to get the eggs, but the result is obvious: the exploited hens will eventually escape the coop and seek a new habitat.

"That's wonderful! You're like a messenger sent by God!" Upon receiving confirmation, Mia exclaimed excitedly, "I know many street performers—singers, magicians, acrobats, and painters—who, like me, are searching for a stable place to perform. Could we invite them to come here?"

"Of course." Ma Jieke nodded in agreement, and then continued, "If it's convenient, add me as a social media friend, and then add your friends to the same group chat. If anyone encounters trouble, just @ me in the group, and I will stand up for everyone and uphold justice."

"Mmm, thank you so much." Mia opened her phone and asked curiously, "By the way, handsome, I still don't know your name."

"His name is Jack," Jimmy chimed in, "My name is Jimmy, and we're both from the Blue Hair Squad."

"Brother Jack, it's a pleasure to meet you." Mia extended her little white hand and shook hands with Jack, then looked at Jimmy: "Miss, you're so pretty."

"Me!" This sentence made him so angry that he exploded. Without even shaking hands, he turned around and left in a huff.

"What's wrong with her?" Mia asked, bewildered. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, no, that's just his weird temper." Ma Jieke suppressed a laugh. "Let's leave it at that for now, Mia. Remember, if anyone tries to bully you, just tell them you're my sister, I like your performance, and I'll come to support you when I have time. See you later."

"Okay, goodbye, Jack."

The girl waved goodbye and watched Ma Jie walk far away before she smiled knowingly and squatted down to help her younger brother clean up his paint bucket.

"Hey bro, what's up?"

Someone caught up with him, cheekily putting their arm around Jimmy's neck: "Leaving without saying goodbye? Where's your prized politeness?"

"What kind of manners are these? I'm going to see a doctor and ask him why I can't grow a beard!"

"You really need to see a doctor for this?" Ma Jieke said gloatingly. "I could answer that for you. You're just low on testosterone. But I'm curious, is your genitals also bald?"

"Get out of here!"

The continuous breaches of his defenses caused Jimmy to completely lose control, forcefully breaking free from MaJack and shoving him hard.

"Don't talk to me for 24 hours, or I'll fuck you raw with my big dick!"

He gave Ma Jieke the middle finger and then cleverly poked him a few more times before walking away in a fit of rage.

Ma Jie awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Did foreigners mind making this kind of joke?

Oh well, let it be.

I glanced at the time; it was already 12:20 PM, lunchtime.

I was originally looking for a chain fast food restaurant to grab a bite, but on my way to the restaurant, I happened to pass a randomly spawned relief food truck.

There were probably forty or fifty homeless people in line, and their food must have been pretty good.

Some of these people knew Ma Jieke and enthusiastically invited him to cut in line, while also using their auspicious words to try and join his service.

However, he had already discussed it with Max. Anyone who wanted to join the camp had to have a skill. If they were just lazy dogs or drug addicts, they shouldn't even think about it. The Blue Hair Squad didn't support idlers.

When he moved to the front of the line, Ma Jie saw a familiar figure—the Mexican girl who had helped him before.

"Hey, we meet again, Miss Valentina."

Someone greeted him warmly, while the latter could only manage a forced smile: "Yeah, how have you been lately?"

"So-so," Ma Jie replied with a smile. "What delicious food have you prepared today?"

"Chickpea rice with canned luncheon meat, oh yeah, and boxed fresh peach juice."

He handed a set meal to Ma Jieke and mechanically called out, "Next one."

Hmm, that's strange, this emotion is clearly off.

In Ma Jieke's memory, Valentina was a very enthusiastic girl, and he had never seen her so quiet before. She must be having some sad things on her mind.