America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 148 - 125: Documents Obtained

Chapter 148: Chapter 125: Documents Obtained

"Darling, are you awake? Could you get me a towel, please." Olivia’s voice came from the bathroom.

"Ok, coming right now." Allen Zhang looked around, took two towels from the cabinet, and walked straight into the bathroom with his upper body bare.

Olivia turned her head and was suddenly hit by an imposing figure, she couldn’t help but let out an exclamation, "Shit, why did you just walk in! You’re not wearing anything!!"

"I saw everything there was to see yesterday, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about." Allen Zhang appreciated her perfect figure.

"Do you need a hand with your back?"

"Why not?" Olivia hesitated for a second before happily agreeing.

After a brief morning exercise routine, which took about an hour, the two of them went downstairs together.

Olivia took out slices of bread from the fridge, toasted them in the toaster, spread on butter, ham sausages, bacon, vegetables, and poured two glasses of organic milk.

Breakfast solved.

"Darling, I’ve got plenty of time during the day, do you want to come with me to the gym?" Olivia asked with a suggestive tone.

"Sorry, no, I’ve got other things to take care of." Allen Zhang declined.

"Ok! Then I’ll see you another day, darling. I’ll miss you, come by more often when you have time." After breakfast, the pair hugged and kissed goodbye at the door like a normal couple, parting on good terms.

Allen Zhang left the apartment complex and looked up the Street Brothers’ Modification Shop, which was near Seventh District. It took him a while to get there, and he found they were officially open for business.

Allen Zhang walked in and glanced around, posing as an uninvolved customer. Inside the shop, a few black men clad in work clothes were holding a cup of coffee, chatting leisurely.

He quickly spotted the orange Chevrolet Cruiser. It was surrounded by other luxury vehicles, none priced below fifty thousand US dollars.

The Cruiser’s four wheels had already been dismantled, and next to it were several cardboard boxes; some brake discs, wrapped in plastic and looking of subpar quality, were inside.

"Hey! Buddy, need any help? If it’s for repairs, park your car outside and wait for an inspection. If it’s just for a visit, we don’t welcome people other than black people here, hurry up and leave!"

While Allen Zhang was contemplating how to get a hold of the brake discs, his behavior caught the attention of the staff. A gangly black man with dreadlocks approached him to shoo him away.

He warned impatiently, "We specifically provide services for certain people here, do you have a car?"

"I’ve got a Ford pickup truck." Allen Zhang replied offhandedly.

"What model, and how old is it?" Black asked.

"It’s like an old car from the last century."

Black laughed dismissively, waving his hand, "Are you joking with me? We don’t repair junk here; maybe you should do business at some suburban second-hand market or junkyard, you need at least a fifty-thousand-dollar car to enter this modification shop."

"There are such requirements? I’ve never heard of such a thing." Allen Zhang laughed, "Are you discriminating against poor people?"

"That’s your ignorance, yes, I am discriminating against you! Any problem with that? We don’t serve poor ghosts here, leave now! If you came here just to cause trouble, we don’t mind showing you some color."

With that said, several black people approached with wrenches, crowbars, and the like in their hands.

They were many, armed, and on their own turf.

A dragon doesn’t overpower local snakes, so Allen Zhang chose to simply reach into his chest.

"Hey!!!"

The blacks were scared, their reflexes making them take a step back upon seeing this familiar pose.

Questioning their life choices.

They instantly subdued, "Buddy, we really had no special intentions! What are you doing? Are you robbing us?"

"I’m just warning you, speak politely, Black Devil!!"

Allen Zhang warned and then left the modification shop. He went across the street to a convenience store, got a drink, and sat down on a bench meant for resting, keeping an eye on the shop.

Soon after, a few motorbikes arrived and parked by the door of the modification shop. A black guy wearing a red bandana and leather jacket, with pants sagging below his backside, entered the shop with a few people.

Without a word, they went straight for the modified brake discs of the Chevrolet Cruiser, starting to search fervently.

"Hey! Little Kiz, what are you doing? WTF! Are you trying to dismantle our shop? We’re not short on supplies now, it’s work hours, you better not come here to cause trouble!"

The staff quickly noticed the unusual behavior of the few blacks, which also disturbed the Black who was working on repairs; they became displeased instantly and physically shoved the intruders away.

Just bullied by an Asian and scared shitless, the guys were in a bad mood, now you motherfucker come looking for trouble?

Black wasn’t going to indulge him this time.

Little Kiz got pushed and took it hard, immediately exploded with a curse, and the surrounding blacks weren’t pleased either, cursing, "Fxxk you! Try touching me again!!"

But the usually arrogant Little Kiz was now guilty and didn’t dare say anything else, just glared viciously at the Black who had pushed him, "We’ve got things left here, so we need to take them away!"

"There are only brake discs here! If you have a problem, let your boss Martin come talk to us, what standing do you have to come here causing trouble when you’ve only been in the game for a few years?" the old black staff member accused him discontentedly.

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