A pickup truck can't carry too many people. In order to successfully haul the cans back, Allen Zhang thought it over and simply directed the other members of the Beggar Gang to walk home; he himself proceeded with Sieg to drive towards the suburban cottage.
Feis was cursing all the way there, his head bumping and bruising from the ride, going on and on without end, "Even without women and coco, there's not a single leaf on this clean truck, not even a whiff of secondhand smoke. How do you guys even get by?"
"Shut up, we're not like you," Allen Zhang glanced at him from the rearview mirror. "You live just to screw women and smoke leaves?"
"What else then?"
Feis asked assertively.
"What else do you expect from me, a white trash? I'm a damn cripple! Old and ugly! Going to a bar to pick up girls would get me labeled as a creep!"
"Then you're truly Frank himself," Allen Zhang mocked.
