American homeless people, surviving in the city

After enjoying the free breakfast, Raul went to work, while old James continued begging on Third Avenue, leaving Lynch alone with nothing to do for the time being.

So he decided to go back to the shady clinic to visit Tang En one last time.

The small clinic was quiet in the early morning. The patients in the beds were still fast asleep, and even the doctor was dozing off in his office chair.

Fortunately, Gleeson and Irwin took turns keeping watch at night, ensuring that one of them remained awake and at the bedside. Therefore, when Lynch arrived at the black clinic, Irwin opened the door for him.

On the dirty, yellowed hospital bed, Tang En remained unconscious.

"How was his night?"

"To be honest, I can't tell... The doctor said his condition was relatively stable, but he still hasn't woken up."

Erwin was even weaker than Gleeson; he twisted the hem of his clothes, his voice filled with unease.

Lin Qi approached Tang En's bedside, focused his mind, and carefully observed. His [Basic Barefoot Medicine] immediately provided detailed data feedback within his field of vision:

The injured person is slowly recovering. Survival probability: 77.3%, improving...

Seeing this much more optimistic number than last night, Lynch was completely relieved. He turned to Irwin and patted him on the shoulder:

"It's alright, don't worry. I can see that Tang En is indeed getting better, just wait for him to recover."

"Really?!"

Although he didn't know why Lynch, a homeless man, dared to make such a conclusion, considering that this was America and it was normal for homeless people to have any skills, Erwin's eyes lit up and his tone relaxed a lot.

"If that's the case, that would be wonderful... Thank God... Thank you, Mr. Lynch."

"It's nothing. I was just worried about him, so I came to check on him." Lin Qi smiled. "You guys have had a tough time these past few days. I understand your concern for your brother, but you also need to take care of yourselves. It would be a huge loss if you caught a disease yourself."

"clear!"

After visiting Tang En, Lynch left the small clinic.

After taking a deep breath of the fresh outdoor air to clear his mind, Lin Qi checked his phone and estimated the time.

There were still more than two hours before it was time to go to the police station to see Officer Kayla.

For more than two hours, Lynch had nothing to do.

Therefore, as usual, Lynch called out the system in his mind to receive today's daily task.

Even though I'm homeless, I can't waste a single moment!

[Ding~ You have used one of your daily application attempts.]

[A new task has been issued: Take precautions! Task objective: Improve your protective measures when facing danger.]

Previously, the survivors had been abruptly exposed to the threat of wild beasts. Although the wilderness is ever-changing, it is not advisable to rely on one's own abilities to withstand danger every time.

Therefore, whether it's lighting a campfire, creating dangerous terrain, crafting weapons, or building a more concealed shelter, survivors should enhance their defensive capabilities as quickly as possible!

[Special Influencing Factor: Upon completion of this task, the system will issue corresponding rewards based on the survivor's chosen method to enhance their defensive capabilities.]

The system always issues missions based on Lynch's situation. He was attacked by DeShawn and his accomplice yesterday, and today it urgently issued the mission to take precautions.

Looking at the task requirements, Lin Qi stroked his chin and fell into thought.

The protective measures provided by the system are indeed effective in defending against attacks from wild animals in the wilderness, but the problem is that Lynch is in the city.

Most of the suggestions provided by the system are unworkable!

Putting aside other considerations, whether setting up traps or campfires near the greenbelt campsite would scare away wild animals is another matter.

If you dare to undertake large-scale construction within the greenbelt, the police will probably be knocking on your door soon...

But soon, Lynch recalled what Vesalio had said about underground boxing matches during their meeting the previous day:

"...There are no rules in boxing matches; boxers can wear their own equipment and use any moves..."

"...They're called boxers, but they can use any melee weapon in a match..."

Since that's the case, why not take this opportunity to buy some suitable equipment and weapons for boxing matches? That would be a good way to "take precautions," right?

But what kind of equipment is suitable for use in these underground boxing matches? You can't exactly buy a full set of plate armor, can you?

With only $500 on hand, I probably can't afford a full set of plate armor...

Perhaps it would be better to buy a full set of protective gear for combat sports, including a helmet, knee pads, chest protector, and groin protector? But wouldn't wearing that look a bit strange...?

Lin Qi hesitated as he searched for suitable protective gear stores nearby on his phone.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

Sanjar, the burly, bear-like leader of the Razor Claw Gang, and a few thugs, walked menacingly out of a shop on the street.

Oh right, wouldn't it be better to just ask a professional about this?

Having already agreed to fight for the Razor Claws, Lynch considered himself and Sanjar to be colleagues, so he wasn't afraid of the burly man and swaggered forward.

Sanjar quickly noticed Lynch approaching, shooed away the thugs beside him, and then turned to Lynch:

"Mr. Lynch, it's nice to see you again."

"Hello," Lynch greeted, tilting his head to look past Sanjar at the shop behind him. "What were you doing just now?"

Sanjar frowned slightly and sighed, "Didn't Mr. Lynch disagree with our actions? Don't ask any more questions about gang missions."

"Oh, okay." Lynch tactfully changed the subject. "I came to you to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Regarding tomorrow's competition," Lin Qi used a somewhat vague reference due to the crowded streets, "I know participants can wear their own clothes, but I'm still not quite sure what would be best."

"For example, would a full set of protective gear like for a taekwondo competition be feasible? Or a full fencing outfit like for a fencing competition? Or should I just buy a thick jacket like Boss Vesalio suggested?"

Sanjar gave him a strange look: "Theoretically, it's all possible... but it's rare to see someone with such an active mind like you."

"Generally speaking, those who participate in boxing matches are simple-minded people who usually come in their everyday clothes and rarely wear protective gear. What they wear most often is the kind of jacket that Boss Vesalio mentioned."

"Often, what gang thugs care about is not just the protective capabilities of their clothing, but also their own image. If you dress strangely or cover yourself up completely, people will laugh at you for being a coward."

"But indeed, it doesn't violate the rules no matter what equipment you wear on the field."

"The tradition of underground boxing has a long history. Speaking of which, more than a decade ago, when this area of ​​Seattle was still divided among many small gangs, I saw the strangest person. He was wearing a bicycle helmet and had his jacket covered with sharp metal shards, like a hedgehog."

"What's that person's record like?" Lin Qi asked curiously.

Sanjar gave him a deep look:

"I grabbed one of his arms and threw him violently, breaking his neck."

"In short, you can wear whatever you want, but the most important thing is still your ability."