Time swiftly approached evening.
Allen Zhang got the new recruits of the Beggar Gang outfitted with new clothes, new shoes, cleaned their faces, and updated their gear, finishing with a meal. At least they looked a bit cleaner and tidier, more human-like.
Back at camp, he briefly greeted Simone and the others who had returned to the camp, then hopped into the pickup truck and drove off towards the Irish's sewer hideout.
Upon arrival, from a distance, he saw oil drums burning with bonfires. A group of Europeans with colorful hair and strange attire gathered around, some male, some female, smoking leaves, drinking Budweiser, singing, and dancing.
"So fond of dancing? Don't stop without our say-so later."
Allen Zhang glanced over, put on his DG sunglasses, and popped a piece of gum into his mouth.
"Guys, out of the truck! Time to work!!"
A gang of men aggressively jumped off the pickup, heading straight towards the crowd.
