Driving to the bridge tunnel campsite, Allen Zhang got off the car and saw the tents alongside the road looking like grave mounds, brightly burning bonfires, with seven or eight people cheering around it, the old broken speakers blasting bad quality sound so noisily, but they seemed to enjoy it.
Feis Moden, the boss of the Moden Brothers, was hugging a blonde-haired, blue-eyed white girl on the couch.
Both of them seemed to be high, overly excited, next to them was a trash bin with syringes in it.
"Fxxk you! I didn’t pay 50 US Dollars for you to come here and get high, you gotta give me some pleasure at least! Hiss..."
The people around were also cheering, focusing on watching this drama unfold, not even noticing Allen Zhang and his group had arrived.
Allen Zhang spoke uninterestedly, "All these guys just a bunch of Poison Worms? Was thinking they were some tough characters."
"Maybe they’ve gotten broken by the street gangs, resigned to degeneracy. Weren’t they glorious before too? Ambitious, even tried to step into drug dealing to make money, just no brains and no plans, thinking only about forcefully taking territories, got on the bad side of other gangs, made too many enemies." Sieg wasn’t surprised by this, nor did he find it pitiable.
The competition among can collectors is fierce, but it mostly extends to physical scuffles, round-robin street duels, not to the extent of killing.
Gang members don’t talk rules, if you mess with their interests, they’ll find a way to kill you! Didn’t another guy from the Moden Brothers die in a car accident, crushed?
Allen Zhang said to the guy next to him, "Go wake them up, I don’t want to talk to a bunch of Poison Worms whose brains are numbed by drugs."
Taking this opportunity to teach them a lesson didn’t feel rewarding either, the other party would forget the next day, not even remembering who hit them.
One-armed Rich immediately rushed over to relay the message, tapping a homeless man’s shoulder.
"Hey, you guys had enough fun? Our boss has something to say to you!"
"Not enough! Where the hell did you come from? Wanna play, gotta wait in line, got it?" The homeless man turned back angrily and cursed.
And while at it, he mocked his arm: "Dude, what happened to your arm, got it broken? No worries, you still got another hand, if you can’t stand it, just go to a corner, unbuckle your belt, and handle it yourself!"
"Fxxk you!" West Coast Yang Guo, also hot-tempered, straight up punched him!
The homeless man wailed, grabbing his nose and falling to the ground, Rich, infuriated, kicked over a table, bottles, syringes and scattered white powder flew everywhere in the wind.
Other Beggar Gang fighters also joined in the chaos, wrecking and looting!
"Fxxk!! What are you doing." A nearby homeless man shouted in alarm and anger, glaring at him, "Do you know how pricey this stuff is?"
He then turned and sprawled on the ground, gathering the white powder mixed with dirt, licking it up like a dog.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Allen Zhang couldn’t watch anymore, walking past these homeless, he reached Feis Moden, grabbed the woman serving him, and slapped him across the face.
Feis Moden instantly woke up, nose bleeding profusely, half of his face visibly swelling.
"Sober now? Are you the boss of the Moden Brothers?"
Looking at this Asian face, Feis Moden’s brain froze for a moment, then recovering, he looked around and saw his men sprawled around, all high.
Furious, he wiped his bloodied face and cursed loudly, "Fxxk! Where are you guys from? Arnold? What about that guy on the lookout? People arrive and he says nothing, sneaking off to get high?"
"If you’re talking about that guy, that’s him." Sieg remembered there was a homeless man lying around the corner, thought he was dead, turned out to be the gatekeeper of the Moden Brothers’ camp.
Allen Zhang didn’t hesitate, and slapped his other face, "Shut up! Your voice is too loud!!"
Feis Moden instantly mollified, do you know how badly two heavy slaps can affect a Poison Worm? His brain went blank, he gaped, and muttered something.
Allen Zhang listened to his muttering and couldn’t make out what he was saying, smacked him again, "Did your vocal cords leave you back at home?"
Feis Moden was completely dumbfounded, his drug-numbed brain a bit out of control, his thoughts short-circuited.
Sitting on the couch with a bewildered look, staring blankly.
"Guys, what are you really here for?"
"Recall well what you’ve done, what went wrong recently, who you’ve offended!"
Allen Zhang felt tedious, bullying a defenseless Poison Worm was hardly a feat. He turned his head towards the disheveled, dazed white girl sitting on the ground.
Waved his hand to signal Sieg and others to drag her afar so she wouldn’t interfere with their negotiations.
He pulled out a stool and sat down in front of pondering Feis Moden, "Remember yet?"
Clearly, the other party didn’t recall any relevant information, after thinking hard, his mind still blank, seeing double images.
He said, "I wasn’t done enjoying yet. I don’t seem to recall seeing you or provoking you."
"You didn’t provoke me, but you messed with my friend Old Karl, where did the money for buying coco and leaves come from?" Allen Zhang asked.