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

Just then, midnight had passed.

Deep within my consciousness, three cards, shimmering with a faint light, appeared precisely on time.

[Xiao Ji: A homeless man died silently on the street. There are still some supplies at his hiding place; you'd better go and collect them quickly.]

[Xiao Ji: The protesters in front of City Hall need people to show their support. Joining them not only gives you a free lunch, but also a hundred dollars.]

[Miracle Warning: Do not enter the subway red line. A random attack targeting the homeless is expected to occur there tonight.]

Li Ping glanced at it and was somewhat disappointed.

Apart from the third warning, which is somewhat useful, the first two warnings are of little value to him in his current situation.

As he gained a foothold on the streets, with a stable income and manpower, the opportunities and warnings that were simply for homeless people had a much weaker impact on him.

However, the absence of any other ominous signs means that as long as you don't take the subway today, everything will go smoothly.

This is good news. There shouldn't be any problems on the streets, so you can go and do your moving work without worry.

His gaze fell on the bottom line of text on the card: [Vagabond (Current identity seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune)].

The grayish-white characters had now become bright and solidified, emitting a steady, faint glow.

"It's almost full..." Li Ping thought to himself.

I'll be home in three to five more days.

The accumulation of a current identity is related to one's behavior, duration of stay, or progress made under that identity.

Once fully lit, can the user switch identities?

"What will be my next identity?"

He couldn't help but wonder, "A porter? A street thug? A small business owner? Or something even more unexpected?"

If one could acquire a new identity, what different talents or perspectives on seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune would it bring?

This filled him with anticipation.

After a moment's thought, he chose the first one, "Minor Luck".

Even a mosquito's leg is meat; the card flips over, and silver lettering appears:

[In Ninth Street, 19-year-old Edith died from a carotid artery overdose. Hidden behind a brick hole at the end of an abandoned alley are her last earnings of three hundred dollars and a gold ring left by her mother.]

At the same time, a clear image came to mind: at the end of a dirty alley filled with garbage, behind a loose brick in a dilapidated brick wall, there was a small waterproof bag.

Edith is not in the scene; only a few stained tissues, hastily trampled on, are visible in the corner, hinting at some sordid transactions and the ensuing death.

Li Ping remained silent for a moment.

At nineteen, at the University of Tokyo, one is probably still a college student dreaming of the future in an ivory tower.

Here, in some dark corner of Los Angeles, he has already lived out his life.

At such a young age, it's highly likely that he comes from a family with a history of drug addiction, and is naturally prone to addiction. Given his environment, it's extremely difficult for him to succeed.

Li Ping let out a soft breath, ate three pieces of the now-cold steak, and closed his eyes.

Stop thinking about it. I have things to do tomorrow.

......

The morning light squeezed through the gaps in the overpass, casting pale spots of light on the concrete ground.

Li Ping opened his eyes in his sleeping bag, stretched, and his bones made a soft crackling sound.

Another day of breaking the sky.

After a deep night's sleep, the [Wanderer] talent is running at full speed, like a highly efficient internal combustion engine, completely transforming the food consumed last night into a torrent of heat that washes over every part of the body.

The muscle fibers bulge slightly, and a sense of elastic power extends from the core to the extremities.

He wouldn't make a lot of money as a homeless person, but he was quite satisfied with the physical training it provided.

I pulled out my old phone from under my pillow and glanced at it; it was just past seven.

He crawled out of the tent and found the campsite already quite lively; he had become the latecomer.

Camilla has long since disappeared; this working-class warrior has surely moved on to some hourly-paid job.

Fletcher was squatting by the tent, swallowing two white pills that had been poured from a red medicine bottle.

Fletcher's painkillers do not contain opioids; they are for simple leg and back pain that people can't afford to go to the hospital for, so they take painkillers to relieve the pain.

"Why is everyone so enthusiastic today?" Li Ping asked, rubbing his neat short hair.

"It's Monday, boss!"

Fletcher swallowed the pill, smacked his lips, and said, "A new week, a new beginning."

on Monday.

Li Ping suddenly realized that in his previous life, hearing those two words would give him a headache as a conditioned reflex. Now, thankfully, he didn't have to work a regular office job.

Noisy sounds came from the makeshift fitness area in the corner of the camp, which Devon and Li Fan had built using old tires and steel pipes.

Not only were there familiar faces from the camp, but also a few of the underlings they had recruited yesterday, all craning their necks, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Brother, you're awake? There's a sandwich and hot milk on the table over there. I just bought them from the convenience store, and they're still warm."

Li Fan's voice came from the center of the crowd.

He and Devon, two giants, were sitting on either side of an old wooden table, their thick arms resting on the table, their hands clasped together, clearly preparing for a heavyweight arm-wrestling match.

This activity is extremely popular in grassroots communities in America; it is both a contest of strength and carries a strong social and display element.

Li Ping took two sandwiches with ham and eggs and a carton of hot milk, walked to the edge of the crowd, and watched the game with great interest.

Good morning, boss!

"Boss!"

"Good morning, Ping!"

As Li Ping approached, the crowd greeted him, their voices filled with the enthusiasm of someone who had just received their paycheck and a hint of barely perceptible flattery.

After receiving their paychecks yesterday, who wouldn't want to show off in front of their boss?

I heard there's a bonus at the end of the month, so the clever ones came early.

"Good morning, everyone," Li Ping replied with a smile.

Li Fan and Dewen went to bed early at night, unlike Li Ping who drank with Roland until almost midnight and woke up full of energy, which was a good way to release their excess energy.

According to the people in the camp, the underlings had already arm wrestled with Li Fandewen, and none of them could last more than twenty seconds.

Then the underlings encouraged them to have a showdown, curious to see who was stronger.

"Boss, who do you think will win?"

Old Mike came over at some point, rinsing his mouth with a can of beer in his hand, his voice, mixed with the smell of smoke and alcohol, carrying the judging tone of someone who had been there before.

"Germany has a better chance of winning."

Li Ping took a bite of his sandwich and said honestly, "I have the advantage in both weight and experience."

Both Li Fan and Devon are nearly two meters tall, but Devon has thicker muscles and weighs at least five kilograms more than Li Fan.

Mike nodded in agreement, and it turned out to be just as they had expected.

As the duel began, both men turned red in the face, veins bulging on their arms, and exerted their full strength. Li Fan managed to hold out for thirty seconds before Devon slowly and firmly pushed him into a disadvantageous position.

A minute later, Li Fan's hand finally touched the table.

The fact that there was no quick defeat throughout the process indicates that the gap between the two was not particularly large, but Devin's strength and skill were still superior.

"You're great. You're not even eighteen yet, and your strength is increasing rapidly."

Devon released his grip and said sincerely to Li Fan, who was panting heavily, with a simple smile on his dark face, "If I could gain weight, I probably wouldn't be a match for you."

Li Fan glanced at his older brother, then turned around, grabbed a sandwich, and started eating it again.

eat!

Li Ping ate the sandwich in a few bites and drank a glass of hot milk. He felt his hands were itchy and had an urge to try it out.

He cracked his wrists, making a crisp sound. "Devin, interested in trying it with me?"

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy fitness corner fell silent for a few seconds.

Everyone looked over, their expressions varied.