A Horse Never Fattens Without Night Feed... (This Kitty Has Started Bulking Up Recently)

Kamurocho was bustling and lively at night. Men and women walked around arm in arm everywhere, and plenty of people stood by the roadside soliciting customers. Some invited people in for drinks, some for meals, and some to find girls... In short, there was everything under the sun.

For the moment, though, none of that had anything to do with Fang Zheng.

After all... he had no money.

Without the FBI, where was he supposed to get money?

Just as Fang Zheng was wondering where the next bank might be, he suddenly heard someone speak behind him.

"Hey, buddy!"

Then someone grabbed Fang Zheng by the shoulder. He turned around and saw three scruffy-looking punks staring at him.

"You bumped into someone and aren't even going to apologize?"

"Did I bump into you?"

Fang Zheng froze for a moment. The punk curled his lip, and another young man beside him immediately clutched his shoulder and began crying out in pain.

"See that? You dislocated my brother's shoulder! What are you going to do about it now?"

Whoa... This scam was way too primitive.

Looking at the young man, who had absolutely no acting ability, Fang Zheng was speechless. This was even worse than staging a car accident. At least those people were actually risking their lives. And this guy thought he could brush against someone and demand money? Then again, back in the day, public intellectuals had written plenty of articles praising the people of Japan for being civilized, refined, and polite... Apparently, they had never been scammed like this.

"Hey, did you hear me?"

Seeing that Fang Zheng did not respond, the lead punk grabbed him by the collar.

"I said you're paying his medical bills! Get over here!"

As they spoke, the three punks "escorted" Fang Zheng into