Two in the morning.
The streets were deserted, completely empty.
Drunks clutched their bottles, staggering down the street.
Junkies huddled in alleys, half-asleep, mumbling incoherently as their minds drifted far away.
The homeless, living at the bottom of society, began to rummage through the trash cans one by one. Among them, trash cans near the wealthy districts were called Advanced Treasure Chests. If you were lucky, you could find unfinished steaks, bread, or chicken from the rich, or other expired food. Besides that, you could also find discarded old clothes and daily necessities.
Homeless people would even fight until they were bloodied and bruised over the "mining rights" to a single trash can.
'It's two in the morning and the monster still hasn't shown up. Is Old Jack even reliable?' Zhou Chen glanced at Old Jack, who was fast asleep and snoring on a piece of cardboard beside him, and sighed helplessly.
