The chirping of birds in the morning made Luo Ang lift the quilt, stand up, and look around for a moment with hazy eyes. His brain, which seemed like a ball of paste, finally started to work again.

'By the way, I participated in the melee between F.N and P.N yesterday, and then asked that boy to follow a drunkard...'

After summarizing yesterday's actions in one sentence, Luo Ang shook his head violently.

Today is a big day, so you need to pick up your spirits.

With this thought in mind, he moved and started to wash up.

About twenty minutes later, Luo Ang appeared in the lobby on the first floor.

Auntie had already started to call Anna to come down to eat with her loud voice.

Mom is still preparing her own makeup.

For women, age may never be a problem that restricts their dressing up.

As usual, eating, playing, getting scolded...

Everything on the table was normal, this was how Rohan had spent the past few years.

Although it was very sparse and unremarkable, it also made him feel inexplicably at ease.

This kind of daily life was about to be broken by his own hands.

As soon as he thought of this, Luo Ang suddenly felt the urge to give up the plan.

Although our current life is not considered rich, it should actually be described as close to poverty.

But the warmth and care between family members and the freedom to play without restraint are equally precious.

Just when the thought of giving up came to mind, an inappropriate report was broadcast on the TV nearby:

"...According to people close to the police department, nearly a hundred people have been confirmed dead in yesterday's large-scale firefight. This is the largest death toll caused by gang fighting in Chicago since the Al Capone era..."

The TV screen was switched into two parts. On the left side, the scene of yesterday's firefight was being broadcast. The bumpy buildings were full of traces left by bullets.

On the right is a busy hospital, with nurses coming and going in a hurry, doctors looking tired, and wailing sounds coming from everywhere in the corridor. It seems that for a moment, the audience in front of the TV recalled the war years.

[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]

"On my way to get off work yesterday, I heard from Jessica that F.N was gathering people, and there might be a big conflict in the next two days..." My aunt sighed, shook her head and muttered.

"I don't know how the Chicago Police Department plans to deal with it. If we continue to let it go as before, maybe we should go buy some food first?"

Mom dragged her chin and frowned while expressing her opinion.

It seems that they are calculating the funds that the family can still use, and come up with a very depressing result.

"Mom, can I not go to school?" Anna asked innocently.

My aunt's face tightened, and her two thick eyebrows seemed to be tangled together.

"If, I'm just saying if, I'll go listen to what's going on outside first. If the situation is really serious, you don't have to go to school these days and play with your brother."

As she said that, her aunt looked at Luo Ang.

Facing her searching eyes, Luo Ang naturally nodded and promised: "Well, don't worry, leave it to me, I will take good care of her."

Seeing his aunt's happy smile, he secretly made up his mind that he could no longer take Nan District with him.

Even if you will be peeped by the outside world in the future because of your "lucky", it is better than living in fear all day long.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent during the second half of the breakfast. Except for Anna, who was still confused and ignorant, everyone was worried about the gang conflict.

Kill red-eyed street gangsters, but you don't care whether the people you meet are hostile members or not, just press the trigger first.

Therefore, every time a large-scale gang conflict occurs, the largest number of innocent passers-by are hit by stray bullets and accidentally injured.

When his aunt took Anna out, and after listening to his mother's instructions, Luo Ang found a jacket that he liked better, closed the door, got on his bicycle, and headed towards the place agreed with Hicks yesterday.

When I passed by Frank's house, I happened to see this drunkard lying in front of his house.

I don't know who covered him with a few scrap newspapers, but he was as motionless as a dead person.

Thinking of Fiona, Luo Ang stopped his bicycle and took a look to make sure that this guy who was as tenacious as a cockroach was not dead.

"...Have a drink...I...want..."

Listening to Frank still talking about drinking in his sleep, Roang couldn't help but smile.

A guy who can carry out his alcoholic life seems not so bad?

I guess so…

In his wild thoughts, he found that he had arrived in front of Old Harry's store on 49th Street.

As soon as he stopped his bicycle, he saw a black boy waving at him with his head tilted up.

Nodding slightly, Luo Ang smiled softly and said: "Sorry, I thought about it, it's better for me to do this myself..."

"Boss?" Hicks asked in confusion.

Luo Ang explained the reasons that came to his mind on the way: "Old Harry hates seeing black boys like you the most. Every time he yells, he says that he has been stolen by that little bastard again, and he asks you to enter the store to get it right."

Will be targeted by old Harry, so..."

"Ah, yes, old Harry seems to have been looking at me for nothing since just now. I was wondering what happened to him. It turned out to be because of this." Hicks suddenly realized.

After Luo Ang used excuses to lure Hicks away, he lit a cigarette without smoking, just bit it in his mouth and waited silently.

Not long after, the person he was waiting for finally arrived.

A middle-aged black man wearing a yellow T-shirt and blue trousers, holding a bottle of beer with one-third remaining in his hand, walking a little unsteadily, muttering "shxt! fxxk!" and not knowing who he was scolding.

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When he entered Old Harry's shop, Luo Ang immediately spit out the nearly half-burned cigarette, stamped it out, and quickly walked into the shop.

Perhaps because it was still early, there were not many customers in the store. Old Harry, who was leaning against the cashier, was listening to the radio, his eyes wandering, and he was leaning on his chair, feeling drowsy.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be very awake, the middle-aged black man who was shopping hesitated for a moment and reached out to the shelf with electronic products.

"Hey! I'm watching you!!"

As soon as his big black hand touched the delicate speaker, Old Harry's roar, as if he was being bullied, rang through the corners of the store.

"Cough, cough, I'm just taking a look..." The middle-aged black man coughed twice, scratched his cheek, and found that Old Harry was staring at him, so he reluctantly took the purchased items, two bottles of canned beer, and one

The brioche buns came to the checkout counter.

Luo Ang, who had been waiting silently, followed him with a bottle of Coke in his hand.

"Well, give me another big lottery..."

The middle-aged black man looked at the scattered money that old Harry had returned. He didn't seem to want to put it into his pocket. After hesitating for a moment, he asked for a lottery ticket.

While he bent over and sketched, Luoang kept his eyes fixed on it, memorizing every option in his mind.

When the middle-aged black man left the store, Old Harry looked at Luo Ang, who was still staring with dissatisfaction, and shouted dissatisfied: "Hey, it's your turn to pay the bill, boy!"

"Uh...Okay..." Luo Ang came to his senses and handed him the Coke in his hand. Then while taking out the change, he seemed to say casually: "Can you give me a lottery ticket?"

Old Harry raised his eyebrows and without saying anything else, he tore off a piece of the Lotto roll and handed it to him.

Luo Ang took it and without any hesitation, he quickly sketched it with the signature pen placed at the cashier.

After he repeatedly confirmed that he had not missed anything, he walked out of the store with the lottery ticket and ice-cold Coke, looked at the street where the number of people was gradually increasing, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

After a gentle kiss, Luo Ang showed a relaxed smile on this lottery ticket that could bring him nearly 10 million in rewards.

"From tomorrow on, it will be a new life!"

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Chapter completed!