America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 7 - The Early Bird Catches the Worm

"Good morning, Allen. It's not even ten o'clock yet, did you wake up a bit too early?" Dominic's blonde hair was draped over his shoulders as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Damn, this annoying déjà vu.

It would be great if you were a woman.

You must have suffered quite a bit usually.

"Man, it's time to eat. The early bird catches the worm, and you don't want to stay under a bridge forever, right?" Allen Zhang urged.

"You're right, but I still want to sleep a bit more. Could you bring me back a meal if that's possible?" Dominic languidly declined his invitation to forage.

"Ok, no problem."

"Thank you, buddy!"

Allen Zhang looked at the tent that was closed again, feeling somewhat helpless.

It seems like on the first day of settling down, he would have to go out and forage for food on his own.

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The homeless on the West Coast live as they please, indulging in the air's sweetness and doing only what they like.

No choice, now that he's down and out, he doesn't have his own tent or possessions, and doesn't want to bother Dominic again.

Allen Zhang conserved water, quickly washed up, and stepped out of the cozy under-bridge zone.

He stretched his muscles in the open space, practiced some shadowboxing, and then began warming up with a run.

He always had a good habit of exercising regularly, his body was all muscle, naturally stronger than average, the kind with remarkable bones.

To not waste his talent, he systematically learned Mixed Martial Arts upon his friend's suggestion.

He fought secretly in many street brawls and bounty matches, with a record of 72 wins, 2 losses, and 2 draws, 66 by KO.

Great power creates miracles.

Returning with Dominic yesterday, it was dark outside, and nothing was visible by the roadside, but now Allen Zhang noticed all the colorful graffiti on various buildings, and even humorous little yellow ducks.

From Lori Louis 19 under the bridge to the abandoned area of the streets and construction sites, most territories belong to Lori Louis 19.

This is also a unique cultural aspect of the United States streets. Comparatively speaking, it's not unlike a dog marking its territory.

Next to the buildings and wind-sheltering under-bridges, there are many colorful tents like grave mounds, empty bottles everywhere along the road, burnt-out trash ashes, and soot-blackened oil drums.

Truly a beautiful sight.

From a distance, Allen Zhang saw a Black mixed-race girl with disheveled hair stretching out from her tent, giving a big lazy stretch against the sky.

Busty and curvy, she definitely has a lot of assets.

A camouflaged tent with a battle-seasoned skateboard and a Target foldable bicycle parked outside.

The women of the West Coast are generous, wearing nothing early in the morning without a care in the world about exposing themselves.

Her wheatish buttocks glistened like satin under the sun.

The skin of Black girls really is the smoothest and most delicate he had seen.

Wait, what is she squatting there doing...

Holy smokes!

A fountain!!

She's really that bold?

Allen Zhang was shocked.

Maybe it's because she thought that no homeless person would be up at this hour.

The woman squatted by the roadside, finished her business, and then drowsily began brushing her teeth with bottled water.

Allen Zhang jogged over from the side, feasting his eyes on her before warmly waving to greet her, "Hey, good morning! Girl, you've got a great figure!! Do you have a boyfriend?"

The Black girl stared at him blankly, shocked by the strange man's admiring gaze, and was dumbfounded.

She choked up immediately, hastily got up, eyes brimming with tears, and cursed, "Fxxk!! Where the hell did you pop out from?"

Allen Zhang stopped in his tracks, watching the Black girl as she scrambled back into the tent to put on clothes, and glanced at the map left on the ground.

Is the soil all dug up into pits?

Awesome!!

Seeing her come out of the tent again, Allen Zhang quickly explained: "Sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm new here, you can call me Alan."

"Simone."

The Black girl, now dressed in a beige tank top and camo shorts, looked at him slightly annoyed, "Buddy, consider yourself lucky, my boyfriend and I just broke up recently. Otherwise, if he was here, he'd definitely give you a severe beating!"

"Oh, I'm really sorry. But you're so beautiful, how could your boyfriend bear to break up with you? Is he blind?" Allen Zhang was surprised.

Simone, hearing a stranger compliment her, immediately felt better and wasn't that angry anymore.

Helplessly, she said, "It's complicated, bro! But relationships are like that, always filled with friction for various reasons. But I dumped him because he's an uncontrollable addict, and sticking with him was not going to end well for me."

He had always been hooked on drugs, and due to that, ended up homeless.

They had agreed he would go to rehab, find a job to pay off his debts, but a few days later, he was back on drugs, even stole her money, got caught red-handed yet refused to admit it, leaving her no choice but to kick him out!

What's more unbearable was despite his large build, which was all for show and not useful. He was very popular in high school, always skipping classes to go to nightclubs and strip clubs, partying so hard that he ruined himself.

Then he obsessively worked out to mask his insecurities, heavily relied on protein supplements, alternating between exercise, popping painkillers, and doing drugs... ending up with prostate enlargement, nephritis, and hair loss.

He was originally just a quick shooter with a limp issue, now can't even get it up without Viagra; what's the difference between him and trash?

White men are just inferior.

After understanding the backstory, Allen Zhang, to show his apology, immediately said, "Since we are neighbors, if your ex ever comes to harass or trouble you again, you can come to me for help. Consider it making up for my mistake this time, I live over by bridge 19 on the west side."

"Don't worry, I'll give your ex a beating he'll never forget, pin him to the ground and smash him!"

Allen Zhang flexed his fists.

Simone looked skeptical, "Bro, are you joking with me?"

Looking at the tall and slender Allen Zhang, who was only about 1.8 meters tall, his bulky hoodie completely hiding his burst of muscles, he didn't stand out in a crowd at all.

Allen Zhang confidently said, "Don't underestimate me, I'm an Asian UFO Mixed Martial Arts fighter, you know! As a boxer, what I fear the least is street fighting, everyone calls me Little Mike Tyson!!"

"UFO? You mean the MMA event UFC, right?"

Allen Zhang's words rendered Simone speechless, thinking I'm a local, do you assume I haven't seen the match live?

She still has an autographed photo of Conor McGregor, even a collector's edition in mummy form.

That was also something her ex left behind, essentially used as their breakup fee, since that's all he had left.

"In our country, it's called UFO. Only an alien fighting league can handle fighters like me."

Allen Zhang confidently smiled, "Girl, you're really lucky, a weakling like your ex definitely doesn't deserve you. Good thing you woke up and dumped him, otherwise you wouldn't have met me today!"

Simone didn't get angry but laughed instead, amused by his optimistic confidence.

But it's true, sometimes foreigners fall for this kind of thing, the more confident you are, the more charming.

"Ok. So you're the boxing champion from Asia, huh? Annyeonghaseyo?"

"I come from China," Allen Zhang replied, displeased.

"Oh, sorry."

Simone quickly corrected herself, "Ni hao."