Chapter 2 The Watchdog on Pea Point Street

In the yin and yang's strange voice, two men in wide overcoats and trousers with colorful hair and strange hairstyles walked towards Jason.

The head of the neck has a chain about the thickness of an index finger.

Not gold.

Should be iron, or stainless steel.

Kind of like a dog leash.

With malicious smiles on their faces, the two stood in front of Jason.

Jason frowned.

The scene in front of me was a little strange.

Although the contempt chain is like a food chain, it is everywhere.

At the lowest end of the contempt chain like a tramp, naturally anyone can step on it.

Especially this idle bastard.

He likes to bully people at the lowest end of the chain of contempt.

So it's no surprise that these two want to bully a homeless man.

but!

It's morning!

To be precise, early morning!

Two punks will show up early in the morning, looking for trouble with a homeless man?

It is surprising in itself.

As for sleepless nights?

There was no smell of smoke or alcohol on the two of them, and there was no sluggish look on their faces after staying up late.

Came here specifically to trouble him?

Jason thought.

And at this time, the one in the lead had already spoken.

"Hand over the pastry in your hand?"

The other said so.

To steal my food?

Jason narrowed his eyes and slowly closed the paper bag.

The other two laughed immediately.

The one at the head was even more disdainful of Jason. He had seen too many homeless people like this. He didn't need any means. Just frightened him and he could succeed.

This time, naturally...

what!

The homeless man in front of him is very tall.

This look is a bit nasty.

Why am I a little scared.

How can the hands and feet not obey.

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and the gangster at the head looked at Jason who stood up, and after meeting Jason's down-looking eyes, his legs began to spin, and his whole body trembled.

That kind of sharpness like a knife, mixed with the breath of a predator, completely intimidated the little gangster in front of him.

"You, what are you doing?"

The headed gangster stammered and asked.

"Throw the trash."

Jason grabbed the opponent's collar and picked him up.

After the feet were off the ground, the other party became more and more frightened.

"let me go!"

"let go!"

The other party shouted, but this did not prevent Jason from opening the trash can beside him and threw the other party into it with his head down.

However, before throwing it in again, Jason shook hard.

Pop, pop.

The purse, the lighter, the cigarette, and the dog leash all fell to the ground.

The other gangster turned around and ran.

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But just after taking a step, Jason grabbed the back of his neck and carried him back.

"Forgive, forgive me."

the opponent shouted.

"Trash, it's time to go where trash should stay."

Jason said, shaking this one in his hand, and stuffing it in with his head down.

There was another wallet on the ground.

Jason raised his hand to pick up the two wallets, put the lighter in his pocket, and threw the cigarette and dog leash into the trash.

"You provoked me for no reason and made my breakfast cold for 5 seconds, which caused me to suffer great mental damage. These can be regarded as mental compensation."

Taking out the banknotes inside, Jason threw the wallet back and covered the trash can.

There are one hundred and twenty bills.

It's the two together.

Jason didn't know the purchasing power of the money for the time being, but he knew that the purpose of the two could not be the cakes in his hands.

It's the lady pastry chef who made these pastries.

Or to be more precise, it should be the action of the female pastry chef just now looking for his sister, which made some guys timid.

That's why such two guys are sent to look for trouble.

Of course, the means of the two little gangsters are destined to not be on the table. After they grab the cakes, they will most likely slander the cakes made by the female pastry chef. of people misunderstood the female pastry chef.

very simple means.

But effective enough.

Jason is sure that the people around him have gone through such a scene, and even the most enthusiastic people will be suspicious.

It's not easy to trust people that much.

Building trust takes time.

Ruin trust?

One moment is enough.

emmm...

The pastries are really fragrant.

The sweet, soft truffle cake was swallowed after chewing.

An empty stomach immediately filled with satisfaction.

Jason took out the second slot cake and looked at the other side of the pastry paper bag.

This side is an advertisement for a pastry house.

The very simple one is printed with a pattern of a dog crawling on a pile of pastries, with the word 'Watchdog Pastry House' written on the top.

watchdog?

What a weird name.

Even if it wasn't for the act of looking for his younger sister, this name would have gotten someone into trouble sooner or later.

Jason thought, and took out the third slot cake.

There are a total of three groove cakes in the bag.

After Jason finished eating, he clapped his hands.

The bags were folded and placed in the trolley.

He planned to go to the pastry shop, firstly to settle the money he had just made, and secondly to remind the female pastry chef.

It wasn't because he wasn't full and wanted to eat some more.

'Watchdog Pastry House' at 115 Pea Point Road.

This address is written on the packaging bag and paper.

And Jiexin Park is opposite to Wandoujiao Road.

Pushing the cart, Jason didn't cross the street.

Standing at the intersection, when the green light came on, Jason pushed the cart past.

A homeless man squatting on the side of the road has been staring at Jason who was standing not far away. After realizing that Jason was not paying attention to himself at all, but just passing by, the homeless man was relieved.

Then, facing the person walking behind him again, he raised the piece of paper in his hand.

It was written in bold black pen--

I am very tired.

I need food.

...

Jason naturally saw such a card.

Then, after crossing the road, he looked over the cart.

Soon, a similar card was found.

However, he wrote this: I am hungry and I need food.

"Very apt."

Jason chuckled lightly and pressed his hands directly.

Click, click.

In the crisp sound, the cardboard directly became a paper ball.

Husbands don't eat what they come to eat!

He has hands and feet, neither stupid nor stupid, neither old nor old.

The [predator] talent deep in his soul, the cries of those chasing giant monsters echoed in his ears, all telling him that he was hunting, not begging.

Jason raised his hand and threw the paper ball into the trash can.

Moving on, Jason bought today's newspaper at the newspaper stop for 1 cent.

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The newspaper not only informed Jason of the exact date, but also gave Jason a general idea of ​​purchasing power.

At the same time, there is more precise evidence that the two gangsters were instigated.

Moreover, the people who instructed the two were very generous.

With such a guess, Jason came to the door of No. 15 Peajiao Road.

The 'Watchdog Pastry House' sign is up.

There is also a business sign on the door.

However, the window was closed from the inside.

Jason raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

There were footsteps inside, but no one answered.

Boom, boom, boom.

Jason knocked on the door again.

This time, an impatient, gruff voice came from the room.

"Who?"

"Check the water meter."