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

Many gangs control the streets, extorting up to 80% of their members' earnings, even taking it all, leaving them just enough for food, water, and some drugs to keep them in check. Disobey and they'll beat you down.


So you only get 20%, what is this, charity?


Leo felt like the person before him was an angel sent from God to save him!


Allen Zhang was no angel; he was just doing what he had to do. But without something to compare to, you don't feel the hurt. What the hell are these other street organizations?


Bullying with power, no organization, no discipline.


Even the gang members band together simply for profit, and their internal power isn't united. Leaders of different territories have to watch their own backs, and they might even assassinate one another over profit-sharing and community leadership elections.


Everyone hustles for their own gain, hustling to and fro.


Chapter 33: There's Something, But Not Much