America's Greatest Villain: I Defeat Magic with Magic

As a villain who is well-versed in the survival rules of America, Chen Yuan is well aware that individual strength is limited when facing group conflicts.

Especially in such a chaotic street, instead of getting involved yourself, it's better to stir things up and reap the benefits.

Although the fake lecturer Ding Wei has a terrible character, he updates his videos frequently, which has earned him considerable popularity among the local homeless community.

In just a few minutes, a group of ragged, unkempt homeless people emerged from various corners of the park.

There were local white men, as well as immigrants of various skin colors.

They walked with faltering steps, as if a gust of wind could blow them over, but their strength lay in their sheer numbers.

These dozens of people didn't make a move; they just silently surrounded the environmental youths who were committing violence.

Their expressions weren't particularly fierce, but being stared at by a group of marginalized people who had lost everything and were utterly desperate for life, even the most fervent environmentalists would feel a chill when faced with their cold and numb gazes.

The young men who were punching and kicking Ding Wei quickly stopped. Even Juan, who had been shouting the loudest, subconsciously took a few steps back, looking somewhat nervous.

However, in order to maintain his image as an "environmental champion," he still pointed at Ding Wei, who was lying on the ground groaning, and shouted to the homeless people, trying to remain calm:

"You're still helping him? It's because of these selfish outsiders that you're homeless! They've not only stolen our jobs and our food, but now they want to steal our planet!"

"This is none of your business!"

A white homeless man with a full beard retorted without any politeness.

"At least they give us hot meals that will fill our stomachs, unlike you guys who force us to eat expensive and unpalatable vegetarian burgers!"

This statement instantly resonated with the homeless people around them, who glared angrily at the environmental youths and spewed out all sorts of vulgar street swear words.

Just as tensions were running high and a street brawl was about to break out.

Suddenly, a rapid siren sounded from not far away.

This sound is completely different from that of a regular LAPD patrol car.

Everyone instinctively turned their heads to look, only to see several Ford Explorers with eye-catching white "ICE" logos painted on their sides rapidly closing in on them.

"Oh no, it's the immigration officers!"

Old Ma let out a low cry, his face turning deathly pale instantly.

He instinctively wanted to run in the opposite direction of the street, but to his despair, he found that a group of agents wearing black tactical vests had appeared at the other end of the road.

"How did we attract these killing machines? We're surrounded!"

Old Ma was so anxious he was almost in tears.

In the underbelly of Los Angeles, undocumented immigrants have an unspoken set of survival rules.

When dealing with ordinary LAPD officers, as long as you don't carry a weapon, don't make any threatening gestures, and obediently raise your hands for questioning, you'll generally be fine. After all, Los Angeles is a well-known "sanctuary city."

But if you're dealing with ICE, then the situation changes completely.

Once caught by them, deportation is the best outcome; a slight mishap could result in being imprisoned in a harsh detention center, and there are even records of people being shot dead in the street.

So when they saw the ICE agents enter, many outsiders in the crowd, like Lao Ma, who were burdened with "original sin," immediately turned and ran.

However, in front of this group of battle-hardened agents, running away would be tantamount to directly exposing their identities, instantly attracting the attention of all the agents.

The lunch distribution point was located on the outskirts of the park, with a towering iron fence behind it. Now that both ends of the road are blocked, it's like catching a turtle in a jar.

A thin, elderly Mexican man rushed toward the iron fence like a startled rabbit, grabbing the bars with both hands and trying to climb over the wall to escape.

However, the ICE agents who had already rushed over were even more swift.

He swung his rubber baton and slammed it hard into the back of the Mexican man's leg.

With a scream, the Mexican man, who had climbed halfway up the mountain, lost his balance and fell heavily from mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, two agents pounced on him like wolves, skillfully pinning his hands and feet behind his back and dragging him toward the escort vehicle like a dead dog.

The old Mexican man, suffering from long-term malnutrition, was already weak and could only struggle helplessly, desperately uttering a few words of pleading that no one could understand.

Witnessing this cruel scene, Old Ma was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He has long lost his passport. If he is caught by ICE, his home country will likely refuse to accept him because they cannot verify his identity.

Therefore, he is very likely to be treated as a stateless person and thrown into some small South American country to work as a cheap laborer, never to be able to turn his life around again.

Just as Old Ma was sinking into utter despair, a hand suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

Old Ma shuddered violently and turned around abruptly, only to find Chen Yuan standing behind him.

"Xiao Chen, what do we do?" Old Ma cried out as if grasping at a last straw. "Quickly, help me think of a way! I can't let these people take me away!"

Although Lao Ma was a bit stubborn and his understanding of China was stuck more than a decade ago, he was indeed hardworking and conscientious when working in the restaurant.

So Chen Yuan didn't want to see such a colleague who could share the workload be taken away, so he immediately pointed to the trailer that was originally used to carry boxed lunches not far away.

Old Ma instantly understood that although the trailer wasn't big, it was big enough for a person to crawl inside.

Taking advantage of the surrounding crowd scattering and the fact that the ICE agents' attention had not yet fully focused on this area, Old Ma crouched down and quickly crawled into the trailer.

Chen Yuan deftly pulled down the plastic tarpaulin used to cover the dust, completely covering the trailer. He then piled several undelivered boxed meals on top as a cover.

No sooner had he finished doing all this than a burly ICE agent strode toward him menacingly.

In the eyes of the agents, Chen Yuan's typical Asian face also made him a key target for questioning.

Fortunately, Chen Yuan was wearing Rongdingge restaurant uniform and remained calm and composed amidst the chaos, without making any move to run away out of guilt.

Therefore, the agent did not immediately arrest the person, but instead, with his hand on the holster at his waist, coldly ordered:

"Sir, may I see your identification document?"

[Target: Brad Davis, 45, ICE Senior Special Agent.]

[Recent criminal acts: Three days ago, during a raid, he deliberately assaulted an undocumented immigrant and fabricated evidence of "suspect assaulting a police officer" in his subsequent report to evade investigation by the Department of the Interior.]

Looking at the information panel in front of him, Chen Yuan didn't foolishly imitate those so-called "rights protection bloggers" on the Internet, shouting things like "You have no right to investigate me" or "I want to see a lawyer" in front of armed law enforcement officers.

In such a fierce raid, going against ICE agents with a history of misconduct would only lead to more serious consequences.

He stood in front of the tow truck, calmly took out an ID card from his shirt pocket, and handed it over.

It was a student ID card with the University of Southern California logo.

The agent took the student ID and glanced at it. His tense expression immediately relaxed, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

Are you a USC student?

Chen Yuan nodded calmly and replied in a perfect California accent:

"Yes, sir. I took advantage of the school break and found a part-time job at a nearby restaurant."

The agent carefully compared the photo on the student ID and confirmed the citizen identification mark on the document before finally returning the student ID to him.

A diploma from a top Ivy League school is often more useful than a passport.

"Stay here and don't wander off, kid."

The agent removed his hand from the holster and warned,

"This place is full of illegal immigrants, and I can't guarantee that the other guys won't accidentally hurt you when they're arresting people."

"Thank you very much for the reminder, sir."

As Chen Yuan sincerely thanked them, the ICE agent turned his attention to the waitress next to him, who also had a Chinese face.

The waitress's name was Hu Dan, and like Lin Xiaoxiao, she was an international student working illegally at Rongding Pavilion.

Hu Dan's face turned pale. Although she also held a student visa, she was not allowed to work off-campus according to regulations. If ICE found out about this and wanted to deport her, it would be a big problem.

At this moment, Chen Yuan seemed to have suddenly discovered something and pointed to a spot not far away.

"Sir, I saw the ringleader climb up that big tree while things were in chaos."

The agent looked in the direction Chen Yuan was pointing.

Sure enough, about ten meters away, half a leg wearing jeans was vaguely visible on an oak tree.

"Hey! That monkey in the tree!"

The agent ignored Hu Dan, immediately drew his sidearm and strode forward, then pointed the gun directly at the treetops:

"Get down here right now! Hands over your head! Or I'll punch a hole in your ass!"

With a terrified scream, a figure tumbled down from the tree branch, scrambling and trying to escape.

It was Juan, the leader of that fake environmental organization who had just been shouting through loudspeakers about protecting Mother Earth!