In the oddly echoing voices, two men with oversized clothes, multicolored hair, and strange hairstyles approached Jason.
The leader had a chain around his neck as thick as an index finger.
Not gold.
Probably iron, or stainless steel.
It somewhat resembled a dog chain.
A malevolent smile spread across the faces of the two men as they stood before Jason.
Jason frowned.
The scene before him was a bit odd.
Though the hierarchy of contempt was as omnipresent as the food chain.
Homeless people, being at the very bottom of this hierarchy, were naturally stepped on by everyone.
Especially by these idle thugs.
They took particular delight in bullying those at the very bottom of the contempt hierarchy.
Thus, it wasn't strange for these two to want to bully a homeless person.
But!
It was morning!
To be precise, early morning!
Would two street thugs appear at dawn to hassle a homeless man?
That in itself was quite surprising.
As for being up all night?
