林凡Security Guard driving home from work, mumbled to himself: "Damn it, what a waste of time! All those useless junk, almost cost me my meal money." He rubbed his red hands and took a deep breath of the freezing air. He felt infuriating.

Holding a rag bag, he walked into the narrow alleys of the city. The alleys were quiet and desolate, and the wind was biting. He opened the rag bag and took out a few pieces of useless old porcelain and shook his head.

Suddenly, he felt a strange heat on his palm. He looked up and saw a group of hooligans blocking his way. The leader of the group was a burly man with a scarred face and a凶狠 expression. He snorted: "Why, you're looking for a fight, hobo?"

Lin Fan did not want trouble, so he quickly backed away: "I'm not looking for trouble, please, I just want to go home."

But the bully sneered and said: "If you don't want trouble, then leave. If not, I'll beat you to a pulp."

Lin Fan felt his heart sink. He knew that these people were a gang of troublemakers in the community. If he provoked them now, he would definitely not be able to get away lightly.