Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

On the other side, Devon, the towering Black man, was silently wiping a salvaged barbecue grill with a rag, his movements slow and deliberate.

Even if there were lawyers in the camp, they wouldn't be enough to establish a foothold under this bridge. The muscular Devin, who is over 1.9 meters tall, bears the brunt of the military intimidation.

Camilla told us that the camp was so clean not because of Roland's request, but because Devon loved cleanliness.

He often urged everyone to clean, but he did the most cleaning himself.

Upon learning the truth, Li Ping was initially incredulous, realizing he had been too narrow-minded.

Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain.

The dreadlocked young man, Fletcher, leaned against the outside of his tent, wearing tattered headphones, his toes tapping to a beat that only he could hear.

The campsite exuded a strange, weary tranquility.

Sudden--

boom! boom! boom!

In the distance, probably deeper into the "poor street," came several muffled, irregularly spaced explosions, which sounded particularly clear in the quiet night air. A few faint screams or curses could also be heard.

Li Ping and Li Fan tensed up instantly, looking warily into the darkness from which the sound was coming from.

Li Fan even subconsciously took half a step forward, shielding Li Ping behind him.

However, the others in the camp, including Camilla, Old Tom, and even Fletcher, only paused briefly, glanced up, and then continued with their own tasks.

"Don't be alarmed, boy, this is a nightly tradition in the slums."

Camilla spat, her voice filled with disgust and exhaustion: "Sooner or later, I'm moving out of this godforsaken place!"

She clenched her fists, her voice lowered, as if she were making a vow to herself.

She has been preparing to move out of the homeless camp, which requires money, and her plan is to save at least $20,000.

Otherwise, just like before, they would be kicked out and left to wander the streets if they encountered any unexpected event.

A moment of dignity is meaningless.

Seeing the unsurprised reactions of the others in the camp, Li Ping forced himself to calm down.

It's just a few gunshots, isn't it?

In this free and unrestrained land, perhaps the only background noise at night is white noise.

The tent is already set up; it's a fairly sturdy brown camping tent.

The three-meter by two-meter space was enough for the two brothers to lie down and stretch their legs, and even put some personal belongings in it, which was much better than sitting on the ground in the open.

"Camilla,"

Looking at the gang members and homeless people in the distance who clearly showed awe towards Roland, Li Ping finally couldn't resist his curiosity and asked in a low voice.

"I still can't understand how someone like Attorney Roland ended up in a homeless camp?"

In his view, Roland was not decadent like an addict, nor burdened by illness; he was shrewd, capable, and had a clear mind.

With her abilities, even if she's temporarily down on her luck, it shouldn't be difficult for her to borrow some money to tide her over, right?

"Hey buddy, this isn't your Dongda University."

Camilla smiled meaningfully and lowered her voice, "Homosexuals can get married, but a marriage certificate can't control people's hearts."

She paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, "Roland had a same-sex marriage, which failed."

Recently, she's been entangled with another "poisonous woman," and she can't shake her off. She's like a bottomless pit, and all her savings and energy have been wasted on women.

Li Ping was shocked; wow, that's a lot of information.

My head is itching to ask more questions.

"Stop!"

Camilla raised a finger in a shushing gesture. "I can't say more."

"Now that you've joined the camp, there will be a welcome party tomorrow night, as per the rules. You can ask her then. Asking a girl about her sad past now is not gentlemanly behavior."

Li Ping shrugged helplessly and muttered in Chinese, "Where we come from, if you only say half of what you mean, you'll be struck by lightning."

Camilla couldn't understand the specifics, but judging from his expression, she guessed most of it and couldn't help but giggle.

"Just to correct you, Camilla,"

Li Ping adopted a serious expression. "Roland is my bro now, my good brother. How can it be considered ungentlemanly to inquire about a brother's past?"

"I have to admit,"

Old Tom, who had been quietly repairing radio parts nearby, looked up, grinned, and said with a missing tooth, "Roland is indeed a very charming young man!"

Despite their exhaustion, everyone chatted and laughed, and time quickly slipped into the evening, approaching ten o'clock.

They said goodnight to each other.

Li Ping opened the brand-new sleeping bag he received today and almost couldn't wait to crawl into the tent.

Although the body was not particularly tired due to the enhancement of the talent, the mind was already exhausted after a whole day of upheaval, escape, surprise and pressure.

Lying down in this small but personal space, a sense of security, along with a deep weariness, washes over me.

Sleeping peacefully under the bridge as a homeless person seems to give the [Wanderer] talent a certain environmental boost.

Before bed, I had an extra snack of two cloyingly sweet donuts, a few packets of cheap snacks, and two slightly shriveled apples.

These are efficiently accepted and broken down by the digestive system, turning into a warm current that nourishes the limbs and bones.

His appetite was unusually good.

"Brother, are you asleep?" Li Fan asked softly from the sleeping bag next to him.

"She's asleep," Li Ping replied.

Occasionally, a muffled sound like firecrackers could be heard in the distance (hopefully just firecrackers), but the camp was gradually falling into a weary silence.

The halo of the solar lamp grew dimmer and dimmer until it finally went out.

Occasionally, a night car would drive by on the overpass, its headlights flashing across the tent and casting fleeting spots of light.

……

As the first rays of pale sunlight sparsely squeezed into the gaps in the bridge arch at dawn, Li Ping opened his eyes.

Before his eyes, three cards, glowing faintly, appeared as expected, crystal clear, proving that everything yesterday was not a case of high fever and delirium.

He himself couldn't say whether he felt more fortunate or more burdened.

He didn't sleep well that night.

Anyone who grew up in a peaceful environment would be suddenly thrown into such a place—where dozens or even hundreds of guns circulate within a radius of several miles, drugs are as cheap as candy, and the mentally unstable and gangsters mingle among them.

Who wouldn't be afraid?

No matter how skilled you are, you're still afraid of bullets.

Fortunately, he still has this inexplicable yet real card for warding off evil and attracting good fortune, which seems to refresh daily.

Li Ping focused his attention on the past.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the gray text at the bottom, "Homeless (Currently auspicious and inauspicious occupation)", seems brighter and more solid than yesterday.

My gaze moved upwards, focusing on the three floating cards:

[Xiao Ji: New tents have arrived at the Eighth Street Relief Station. If you arrive in time, you'll have a chance to get one.]

"Tent..." Li Ping's mind raced.

If they could get one more, one for him and one for Li Fan, their privacy and space would be much better.

He felt no guilt for selling the goods even if he didn't need them, as he could get US dollars from them. Many people do this.

[Undetermined: There is a lost wallet in an abandoned room on Fifth Street. If you can retrieve it, you will receive thousands of dollars.]

"Over a thousand US dollars!"

Li Ping's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously held his breath.

Without a doubt, the allure of this windfall far surpasses that of the tent.

If we can get our hands on it, the $1,000 lawyer's fee from Roland or the $800 for the fake document will be settled instantly.

[Very Ominous: Drug activity intensifies in the core area of ​​Poor Street today, with signs of friction between multiple gangs. Remain vigilant, avoid close contact with strangers, and stay away from conflict zones.]

The last card, "Great Misfortune," had a faint blood-red glow, but Li Ping glanced at it and then ignored it.

As long as he doesn't deliberately go to the central region to seek his own death, there shouldn't be much of a problem; there's constant conflict there every day.

The choice doesn't seem difficult to make.