Chapter 32 Blood splattered on the streets Zhang Ailun took a look at the broken baseball bat and his heart skipped a beat. What quality!! 6 dollars!! My 6 dollars!! No!!! Wardfa!!! "Hey! Hey!! Stop it!!" The few black men nearby were also frightened when they saw how angry Zhang Ailun was, with veins bulging on his arms and he was about to go berserk. I want to start reasoning with people. Zhang Ailun was angry but was unreasonable! With one kick, Lao Hei was kicked at least three meters away. His back hit the trash can hard. He lay on the ground, holding his chest, unable to make a sound. A frightened, weak sound came from his throat, like a leaky bellows. He opened his eyes wide and felt pain and discomfort all over his body, as if he was about to die.
The two black guys next to them were terrified. "Give me back my friend's money! Don't come to this street again. This street is mine! If I see you again, I will crush your balls! Cut them off and feed them to your mother. Do you understand?" Zhang Ailun grabbed Lao Hei's collar and didn't give him any leniency. He went up to him and hit him with two big fists, "I'm asking you if you understand! Understand, understand, understand... Do you understand?" Lao Hei's skin color turned dark red, his nose bled, and blood began to flow from his mouth. Half of his face swelled up into a pig's head at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was terrified, with stars in his eyes, and he wet his pants on the spot. When he opened his mouth, two broken teeth mixed with blood foam sprayed out. He immediately knelt on the ground and raised his hands high, "OK! OK!!" He knelt on the ground and hurriedly searched his pockets, then put the money on the ground with trembling hands: 5, 10, 25 cent coins, and crumpled 1 and 5 dollar bills. He even searched his companion's trouser pockets and took out a large sum of money in scattered pieces. That adds up to at least $100. Very good, the little black guys got gold coins. Old Black, who had a lame leg, stopped howling at this time, because he had already started to twitch and foam, sweat all over his body, and groaned unconsciously in pain. Zhang Ailun immediately began to provide them with humanitarian assistance. He rode on it and beat the big guy in the face with a few big bangs. "Fuck you! Nigga! Wake up! It's time to get up and work picking cotton!!" Hearing the long-standing call engraved in his genes, Lao Hei opened his lifeless eyes, gradually regained consciousness, and half of his face was swollen. Zhang Ailun grabbed Kobe's collar and beat him with a few big punches. The other party woke up slowly, drooling with his mouth open, and could no longer speak. It looks like the jawbone is fractured. It's okay, I just need to go back and take care of myself. Zhang Ailun was afraid of beating him to death, so he didn't dare to use any force even with gloves on. "Ok, they are fine now, all of you, get out of my territory!"
Zhang Ailun sighed that he was the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, while yelling and spitting at the black men. "Remember my name, my name is Hamburg Juan King. Tell others, I am in charge of this place. This is also the territory of Lori Louis 19. Other homeless people should not enter my territory without permission!! Otherwise, I will make his blood splatter on the streets!!" A few black men were so timid that they didn't even dare to breathe. They gritted their teeth and supported their companions as they walked outside. When he passed by Zhang Ailun, his legs were shaking, for fear that he would randomly punch someone again! After all, this guy was really cruel. In just one encounter, the knees of several black men were broken, and it would be difficult for them to walk on their own for the rest of their lives. One had a broken jaw and broken front teeth, which disfigured him. Another had a collapsed sternum and several broken bones, and it was unknown if he had any internal injuries. Even if he recovered, his cardiopulmonary function would definitely be affected for the rest of his life. Call the police? When the police arrive, I'm afraid they will be the first to be arrested, delivering the crime to their doorstep. After all, they commit a lot of crimes in their daily lives. Shopping for zero yuan is a small matter, and they often rape others. This is how it is to survive on the streets. If you bully others, you must also be prepared to be bullied. It is normal to be beaten to death or injured. Whoever has the bigger fist is right. The white old man looked at the scene with shock on his face. He was still immersed in shock and hadn't come to his senses yet. He felt like he was dreaming. Zhang Ailun picked up the money and counted it carefully. He found that there was a total of 135 US dollars. He also asked the other party, "How much did they rob you?" "50 dollars... no, only 15 dollars." The old man stared at the huge sum of money and wanted to lie out of habit, but he soon shuddered and answered truthfully. Zhang Ailun retracted his fascinating gaze and smiled, "Very good, this extra $5 is a reward for your honesty." He took out some scattered coins and banknotes, collected $20 and handed it to the other party, and put the remaining large-denomination banknotes in his pocket. "What's your name?" "Mr. Leo." The homeless man Leo answered honestly: "Thank you for helping me. Without your help, I can't imagine what kind of humiliation I would have suffered! Not long ago, a friend of mine died of anal fissure." "You're welcome, Leo. Do you hang out on this street often?" Zhang Ailun asked. "I'm just passing by and want to pick up some cans here to sell. I don't have a specific place to stay usually because I don't dare to stay in one place for a long time. The place I go most often is the shelter. I'm a bit old and wandering the streets alone. I don't belong to any group." Leo replied. "Okay, then you should know a lot of lone scavengers nearby, right?" Zhang Ailun asked again. "I do know a lot of people." Leo nodded, "but most of them have a hard life and are often bullied." "How much money have you ever earned from picking up cans? Can it support your life?" Zhang Ailun asked. "How is that possible? I can only rely on relief money and shopping vouchers to get by. If the shopping vouchers were not real-name cards, almost everyone would have them. They would even be snatched away by others and used fraudulently. Every second half of the month, I don't know how to survive." Leo smiled bitterly. "I can only make 15-20 dollars a day picking up cans. The most I've ever made is 40 dollars. I was lucky. No one would come out to pick up cans on rainy days. I risked getting sick to pick up a lot of cans. Sometimes they were even robbed. I've been on Skid Row for 12 years. I just celebrated my 45th birthday yesterday." "..." Then you look quite anxious.
His hair is gray, his beard is messy, and his front teeth are missing. He looks almost like old Carl, who is in his seventies. I would believe you if you said your lower body is already buried in the ground. Zhang Ailun was too lazy to complain about the other person's appearance. It was amazing that he was still alive. Thinking, "Very good, Leo, you are very honest. I also understand that your life is not easy now. This street is now my territory, but I still lack sufficient manpower to explore it." "How about this, I can allow you to stay on this street and pick up cans in the future, and you can even call other people you know to join your team to pick up cans together. As long as you don't take the initiative to cause trouble, I can guarantee that you will not be harassed or bullied." Before Leo could show his surprised smile, Zhang Allen put forward his own request, "But all the cans you picked up on this street need to be stored at the No. 19 Bridge Hole Camp for unified storage and sale. I can guarantee that they will not be stolen. At that time, each of you will also need to give me a dividend and management fee. I will take $10 for $2, $100 for $20, and $200 for $40." "That's right, sir!" Leo immediately replied, "As long as you can make sure we can really make $100 or even $200!" His first thought was whether he could really make that much money. Secondly, this dividend seems to be no different from daily tax payments. Compared to federal taxes, state taxes, personal income taxes, and all sorts of other taxes, it is too simple and straightforward. Compared to the regular protection fees and membership fees of gangs, it is much lower. (End of this chapter)