To avoid interfering with him, Wu Heng chose to enter a barbecue restaurant and casually ordered a few things. However, his gaze had already pierced through the walls toward the vagrant.
"Go left. Head into this burger joint!" Wu Heng silently thought.
He did not control the man. He was merely predicting his actions, making a more accurate prediction than the vagrant's own brain based on his thought patterns, preferences, and familiarity with the shops along this street.
As Wu Heng silently thought this, the vagrant standing on the street hesitated for a long time, looking left and right.
In the end, he still turned left and entered the shop Wu Heng had named.
"Two cheeseburgers," Wu Heng silently thought.
When the clerk saw the vagrant enter, a trace of disgust flashed through his eyes. But he could not say anything, or it would count as "discrimination"!
That was a serious accusation. It might even bring those drug addicts marching outside his shop.
In the end, the store might get smashed and looted clean.
The vagrant picked up the menu and looked it over. After feeling the money in his pocket, he still chose the cheeseburger. It was something he had always wanted to eat.
After finishing his meal, the vagrant left the street, winding through several turns before finally buying five hundred dollars' worth of contraband from a shifty-looking man.
The reason he only got five hundred dollars' worth was because the other party had seen that he had a thousand dollars and temporarily doubled the price.
The vagrant found a corner and was about to squat down.
The drug dealer came over and kicked him. "Get lost somewhere else! This is where I do business. Are you trying to draw the cops here?"
The vagrant did not dare