Gray-White Orange

When Allen Zhang opened my eyes, he found himself on the free air of the West Coast. 
He became a city explorer. 
He started off with no dog, no identity, not even a tent. 
Fortunately, he gained a daily intelligence system and made many like-minded friends. 
[Daily Intelligence: At the club on 134 Hopson Street, there are a large number of recyclable cans and clear beverage bottles in the green trash bin in the alley.] 
[Daily Intelligence: In the red trash can on 96 Eito Street, there are unfinished burgers and 7 fresh flowers, as well as an unopened bottle of Pinot Noir red wine.] 
[Daily Intelligence: Your good neighbor Jesse has a scratch-off lottery ticket worth $5000 in their tent!]
[Daily Intelligence: Mike's junkyard is selling a 1976 GMC camper van that has been parked in the suburbs for twenty years for a low price of $200. Details: At the Old Pick Garage, there is someone who can fix it.] 
Fxxk!! Life has turned into a ridiculous scavenger game. 
Allen Zhang decides to start leveling up from the streets of the novice village, striving for a better tomorrow.

America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Allen Zhang took a glance at the broken baseball bat, his heart skipped a beat.  


The Black people nearby, seeing the furious Allen Zhang so fierce and the veins on his arms bulging, on the verge of going berserk, were scared out of their wits.  


Wanted to start reasoning with someone.  


But Allen Zhang, who was in a rage, was beyond reasoning!  


With one straight kick, he sent Old Black flying at least three meters away, his back slamming hard against the garbage bin and lying on the ground clutching his chest, unable to make a sound.  


His throat emitted a weak hissing sound, like a leaky bellows.  


He gaped with pain all over, feeling uncomfortable everywhere, looking like he was about to die.  


The two Old Blacks next to him were petrified.  


Chapter 32 Blood Splatters on the Street