The Most Random System-Chapter 474 - 292: Thanks for the invitation, I’m in a triad and recently very busy (seeking monthly tickets)_2
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The road is clear, yet somewhat unclear.
The streetlights are less bright and less dense than in other areas, making it relatively dim.
It’s a dark road.
Lin Li is quite afraid of walking such roads because he’s very scared that at such times, others won’t be able to see his dashing good looks due to the darkness.
What a loss that would be, just thinking about it is painful.
And it’s pretty far, might as well take a taxi next time.
Although it’s not even ten yet, the number of shops open by the roadside is sparse, and at times groups of people gather at street corners, smoking and chattering noisily.
Occasionally, a nitwit would speed past on a modified electric bike or motorcycle, making a ridiculously loud roar, shouting "woo-woo-woo" as if afraid people might not notice him.
These street-disturbing morons are the absolute dumbest.
Big cities actually have these idiots too, but they usually drive sports cars.
Yet this made Lin Li marvel again, he chose the right place after all.
In Lin Li’s pocket at this moment is Qu Wanqiu’s birthday gift—black silk stockings.
He’s already thought it through, just wait until he encounters some criminal elements, then he’ll cover himself with the black silk and make a grand entrance, punching thieves and kicking burglars, then leave coolly without a word under the grateful gaze of the victim.
"Don’t need to thank me, I’m... Black Silk Hero."
Lin Li used to imagine such scenarios quite a bit during meals, and now, it’s the perfect opportunity to practice.
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The Black Silk Hero encounters a monumental Waterloo.
The plan isn’t working.
Lin Li rode around this street for over an hour, but found nothing.
There wasn’t even a slightly serious illegal act to witness.
Those teenagers and young adults in their twenties gathered in the middle of the night, seemingly just smoking and chatting, occasionally shouting, but nothing excessive.
The rudest person Lin Li met was someone who shouted at him because Lin Li rode slowly and kept staring at them, saying, "What the hell are you looking at."
Why is no one killing or committing arson?
Weren’t they saying the customs here are as simple as Gotham’s?
Lin Li stops his bicycle and dismounts.
It’s not that he has a target now.
To be honest, Lin Li suggests strictly examining the air after ten at night, he suspects someone has mixed digestive tablets into it.
——Lin Li is hungry.
But there are vendors doing business under dim lights, Lin Li just plans to buy something to eat.
"Boss, I’ll have some chicken strips; the money’s been sent."
"Got it." The vendor nods.
"Boss, I heard the security isn’t good around here, there’s even organized crime, is that true?"
With nothing better to do while waiting for his food, Lin Li strikes up a conversation with the vendor, trying to gather information.
"Oh yeah, just two months ago someone was cutting others with a knife, claiming to be part of a gang," the vendor nods.
"What about now?" Finding a glimmer of hope, Lin Li’s eyes light up as he quickly asks, "What are these gangs doing now?"
"In jail." The vendor answers immediately, staring at the oil pan.
Lin Li: "(;☉_☉)?"
"After all that chopping, what else can they do besides go to jail."
Jail, huh?
Seems like it.
Damn, just as Bai Bufan said, most of the people he wants to meet are already in prison.
"These days, doing the gang thing is just a pastime for the well-fed," the vendor says with a laugh.
"So it’s pretty safe here at night now?" Lin Li asks.
If it is, he might as well leave.
"You can’t have that kind of mindset, kid, nowhere is safe at night.
Besides, a lot of young people, despite not studying, insist they’re part of the underworld, taking bold risks like fearless calves, crazier than the real gangs.
There’s frequent brawling here at night; last time they almost trashed my stall, those little punks," the vendor shakes his head, disdainfully advising.
Can fights like these fulfill his mission?
Lin Li feels uncertain.
Grabbing the chicken strips, he eats while walking back to his bike.
Damn it, the bike is still there, even though he deliberately didn’t lock it.
Xiling’s standards are still too high.
Sitting by the roadside, finishing his late-night snack, and placing the wrapper on the already full trash bin, Lin Li decides to attempt something new.
——Since the chance of seeing wild crime is low, why not try baiting them?
Once the idea takes hold, Lin Li feels a world of possibilities, biking to the nearest self-service ATM to withdraw four thousand cash, enough to be considered criminal.
Lin Li even brought gold jewelry today, but it’s too small, worth tens of thousands yet not easily noticeable, unlike cash, which is far more attention-grabbing.
Lin Li temporarily locks his bike and hides it—he can’t lose it now—then finds a bench by the roadside.
He finds a black bag to put the cash and gold inside, but leaves it open so passersby can see in.
Having done this, Lin Li sits aside, pretending to doze off.
If a thief doesn’t take action upon seeing this, that person would be a saint.
Come on, steal my four thousand bucks, please!
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Damn it.
Another half hour wasted.
Because there are relatively fewer people here, only about ten people passed by Lin Li in half an hour, each time he heard footsteps he hoped someone would take the bag by his side, but each time he was disappointed.
