The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

A new day begins, and the sun rises.

Zhou Feng quickly got up, washed up, changed into a black hoodie and pants he had bought yesterday, and left the hotel with his personal belongings.

Free America, playing the wild every day.

A new day of American adventure officially begins.

……

Zhou Feng arrived at the food bank, ready to collect his supplies for the day.

Just then, a warm, loud Chinese voice reached his ears.

"Dinner's almost ready, guys!"

That voice sounds so familiar!

Could it be... the best jungler in North America?

Zhou Feng turned his head and saw a thin Chinese man wearing a black short-sleeved shirt standing outside the line.

really!

He's Ding Pangzi's top lecturer!

This was the first time Zhou Feng had seen him in person; he had previously only watched his videos online while eating.

Instructor Ding's real name is Lei Sen, the same as Zhou Feng's.

I also trusted the intermediary and came to the United States, only to encounter a dishonest boss.

As a result, he stubbornly reported the restaurant for hiring undocumented workers, which led to his being blacklisted by the industry and forced to work on the streets. His situation only improved after he started making vlogs about working on the streets in America.

At this moment, Lecturer Ding also noticed Zhou Feng's Asian face and tentatively asked a question.

"Chinese? From Japan?"

"Yes, my name is Zhou Feng."

Zhou Feng introduced himself somewhat embarrassedly, after all, the original owner of this body was indeed a Runren.

Hearing the familiar Chinese language, Instructor Ding felt a sense of warmth and went up to pat Zhou Feng on the shoulder.

"You were thrown in by the police, right? It's okay, everyone here is Chinese. You can ask me if you don't understand anything. I have something to do, so I'll be leaving now."

Zhou Feng nodded noncommittally, watching Instructor Ding's departing figure, lost in thought.

The lecturer has a good reputation online; it's worth getting to know him if you have the chance.

After waiting for half an hour, Zhou Feng finally received the supplies. The food was alright this time, consisting of a bag of McDonald's and a bottle of Coke.

After eating and drinking his fill, Zhou Feng left the team and began his jungle adventure for the day. He was like a gamer, and every time he looked at an item, its corresponding information would appear.

Zhou Feng scanned the street, but for some reason, he was having a very bad day and didn't find anything of value.

"Sigh, as expected, yesterday's $300 was a complete windfall. It's probably going to be hard to find such a great deal again."

Zhou Feng shook his head, not finding it strange at all.

This area is full of poor people, and homeless people from the neighborhood often come to scavenge, so it's normal that you don't catch anything.

But this couldn't go on forever, so Zhou Feng turned his attention to the middle-class community of Silver Lake in Los Angeles.

According to his deduction, the residents of Silver Lake District are mostly people with artistic professions, such as musicians, directors, photographers, and artists.

It is well known that artists are generally not short of money; a microphone or camera can cost thousands of dollars.

Even if Zhou Feng just randomly picked up a discarded piece of equipment, he could still earn at least several hundred US dollars.

As for why they chose a middle-class community instead of an affluent area...

In wealthy neighborhoods in the United States, there are police officers patrolling the area.

If they find you dressed in cheap clothes and rummaging through trash cans, being yellow-skinned is fine; at most, you'll be punished and detained.

If it were a Black guy, there's a very high chance he'd eat peanuts.

Without further ado, Zhou Feng bought a map and set off.

Silver Lake is 3.5 miles from Skid Row, which takes more than an hour to walk there. Of course, Zhou Feng chose to take the subway, which cost about ten dollars round trip.

He had heard before that the subway stations in Los Angeles were very dirty, and today he was going to see for himself what it was really like.

……

……

Zhou Feng walked to the nearest subway station to Skid Row.

As soon as he stepped down, Zhou Feng was hit by a sour, stench of garbage, and then felt as if he had traveled through time to half a century ago.

It's so old, really too old!

At the entrance, there was a homeless man wrapped in a coat, reeking of alcohol, lying next to him, with a puddle of vomit and several empty bottles.

Zhou Feng carefully bypassed him.

For some reason, the tiles in the subway station always felt sticky to his feet.

Each time he lifted his foot, he had to exert extra force, as if he were stepping not on a tile, but on a piece of melted maltose.

Fortunately, the subway Zhou Feng was supposed to take didn't keep him waiting long, and he arrived at his stop quickly.

To his surprise, the subway was exceptionally clean. Although it wasn't as clean as subways in China, it was still acceptable.

……

25 minutes later

Zhou Feng finally arrived at Yinhu District. Once outside, he couldn't help but take a deep breath of fresh air.

Call ~

It felt like being reborn.

The streets of Silver Lake are incredibly clean compared to Skid Row.

The roadside is lined with neat rows of greenery and detached houses. Occasionally, a car drives by, and the sound of its tires rolling over the asphalt is clear and quiet.

Zhou Feng followed the street, his eyes scanning the area bit by bit.

[A trash can containing ordinary kitchen waste, value: 0]

[A trash can, empty, value: 0]

[A cardboard box containing some metal items, valued at $3.]

……

Along the way, although there were indeed more supplies than in Skid Row, we still didn't find anything of value.

Zhou Feng wasn't in a hurry. If it were really easy to pick a jungler, he wouldn't be the one playing jungle.

Being a snob can only save you a lot of time; you still have to do the job yourself.

Zhou Feng remained calm and walked for an unknown period of time.

He turned into a small alley and stopped, staring at a black trash can in front of a detached villa.

[A trash can containing a bouquet of roses, valued at $10; and a brand new iPhone 17, valued at $1099.]

Zhou Feng: !!!

He quickly approached, glanced around warily, and after confirming that no one was around, he began to search inside.

Banana peels, apples, paints...

Finally, at the bottom of the trash can, Zhou Feng found a bunch of flattened roses. He counted them; there were 52 in total.

Having been buried in garbage for a long time, the roses had withered somewhat, but nestled among them was a rectangular white packaging box.

Zhou Feng held his phone and looked around again.

The dog is acting suspiciously.

Safe! Can be opened!

He patiently removed the top layer of film and then opened the package.

Inside, a sleek, metallic-sheen orange Apple 17 Pro lay quietly.

Zhou Feng couldn't suppress his smile; if he hadn't been in front of someone else's house, he would have burst out laughing.

A million people need to evacuate, brothers!

People are in high spirits when they have good news. Zhou Feng smiled as he stuffed the trash back into the trash can and closed the lid.

Hey.

Just as Zhou Feng was feeling smug, a slightly embarrassed and soft voice sounded behind him.

Zhou Feng paused for a moment, then turned around to look.

A fair-skinned, sweet-looking white girl in a white dress with braided hair stood quietly at the bottom of the steps, looking at him. She was carrying a drawing board on her back.

……

……

[Name: Zhou Feng]

[Wealth Points: 650 Gold Coins (1 point = 1 US Dollar)]

[Strength: 1.1 (The constitution of a normal adult male in the Empire is 1)]

[Speed: 0.9]

[Spirit: 1.4]

[Health Points: 100%]

[Items: 2 knives, 1 cigarette, 1 iPhone 17]

[Skills: "Demon Hunter's Fist", "Snobbishness"]

[System Shop: Not Open]