Late at night, the filthy streets were shrouded in a thin veil, with dense mist slowly spreading, and the dim streetlights emitting a faint glow.
Under the cover of the mist, a tattered homeless man was rummaging through a garbage bin by the roadside, carrying a sack on his back.
To make his search easier, he forcefully tipped the entire garbage bin over onto the ground with both hands.
With a clang, the rotting food scraps and discarded cartons mixed together, emitting a nauseating stench.
From a dark spot ten meters away, Zhou Qingfeng concealed himself, his figure blending into the night.
He silently observed for over half an hour, only to confirm one thing: that homeless man was not scavenging but was deliberately vandalizing.
The dirty garbage was scattered everywhere, making the already untidy streets even worse.
This immigrant community's streets resembled a chaotic, lawless little world.
