Fresno, which is located on the southeastern coast, may not be the provincial capital, but its economic development rivals that of any international metropolis. Over the years, it has achieved remarkable progress, earning numerous accolades that could fill an entire encyclopedia. The city's history stretches back thousands of years, though its cultural heritage can be hard to discern in the ever-modernizing urban landscape, where nightlife has become the norm.
If one wants to travel from the suburbs to the city center for some sightseeing, even if they are jumping up and down like a Ninja, they must first take a bus. There were a lot of surveillance cameras all over the city, so Logan's speed would be severely restricted.
Fortunately, his home wasn't far from the city center. As he entered an alley and scaled the old, mottled walls, he ran effortlessly along slanted surfaces. No parkour master could match him, as he moved with the ease of someone with cheats enabled, defying gravity with a vertical ninety-degree run. Like a nimble monkey in a different kind of jungle, Logan vaulted onto rooftops. At the edge of each roof, he would lightly leap, the scenery rushing past as apartment buildings blurred beneath his feet. Climbing higher, he shook off the hidden eyes of surveillance, as most cameras weren't aimed at the sky.
Upon reaching a significant height, Logan felt a little less restrained. Fortunately, people could build the building so high. His perception, which would be filled with all kinds of noises if he released it slightly, became quiet, and the whistling wind became clearer. Standing still, Logan looked down for a moment. The high-rise's glass facade reflected like a lake, with the parking lot below appearing as small as a box.
After looking at the blurry reflection of himself in the glass for a while, the bad environment around him made him feel a faint sense of unreality. Standing on a tree trunk or on reinforced concrete made no difference to his Chakra-covered feet. Ignoring gravity as if he had added special effects, a burst of electricity flickered, and the glass surface reflected a blue glow. Along with the wind, he soared to the top floor.
"I feel like a superhero."
Logan's hair was blown into disarray. Behind the towering building, the colorful city center sprawled luxuriously as far as the eye could see. He was standing high in the sky. In the distance, there were even taller iron towers and buildings. Logan knew that if he climbed them up, he will have a shocking cinematic aerial view.
The last bus had finished its route, and the city lights layered upon each other, signaling the start of the nightlife. The crisscrossing bright overpasses below appeared like veins with tiny, moving cars, akin to cells flowing through densely packed vessels. Closer to the center, clubs and bars flaunted their enticing signs tirelessly, while the commercial pedestrian street was teeming with people.
Despite the bustling scene below, the noise was faintly audible from such a vertical distance. Standing in the thin darkness at the edge of the light, Logan gazed at the prosperity, feeling a subtle sense of being in the right place at the right time.
Clicking his tongue, Logan casually sat down, stretching out his legs in a position perfect for a selfie that would terrify acrophobes.
'Maybe live streaming has potential?' Logan considered those fearless daredevils who did parkour on high-risk structures. Their realistic, shaky footage had an indescribable allure. And with Logan's current abilities, he would find this job quite easy.
"Forget it. Even in the darkest places, an outstanding person shines like the sun. I should stay low-key." Logan said shamelessly. He originally wanted to avoid suspicion, so if he started a live streaming, he would be seeking death.
"Do I have to get a part-time job to make money?" Logan pondered. Crossing Japan with just his feet was a respectable idea, but just thinking about it was already very exhausting. But following conventional methods, international travel was expensive.
If Logan wanted to avoid falling out with his parents, he had to maintain his status as a student. If he didn't want to end up fighting military or special forces, he couldn't engage in large-scale illegal and criminal activities. Therefore, using his spare time for part-time jobs seemed like the proper choice for a good, well-behaved high school student.
Logan sighed. After taking in the night view, he stood up, patted the dust off his pants, and prepared to head back to sleep.
However, there are always inadvertent coincidences that happen to pass by in life. Logan slowly lowered himself from the tall building and jumped over the gap between the two buildings, but he noticed something unusual from the corner of his eyes.
A group of over ten people had gathered below, divided into two opposing factions...
Logan instinctively paused, and took two steps forward out of inertia.
'I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything...'
Logan looked up and saw that there was no shadow of the moon. Unknowingly, the scene had shifted to a moonless, windy night. He turned around and finally returned to the rooftop on the other side to take a closer look.
From several dozen meters up, he saw in a narrow alley that could barely fit three people side by side, two groups were confronting each other, clearly on the verge of conflict.
Logan counted the heads. Ten flashy-looking bad guys who looked like they were not good guys blocked three normally dressed men. Seeing that the situation was not good, the three men did not shout out the bold words of 'I can beat you all easily', but instead cautiously backed away while keeping an eye on the ten non-mainstream people.
It seemed Logan had just caught the main event. The two groups stared each other down, moving cautiously, indicating that the verbal threats had already been exchanged.
The ten thugs pulled out iron rods and brass knuckles, their faces looked fierce.
Seeing this, the three men's expressions changed. They turned around decisively and ran away, but after only a few steps, seven or eight more people rushed in from the other end. They had the same style of tattoos and the same wild hairstyles as the other ten thugs... Seeing this, the three men's faces instantly turned pale.
Click, click, the three men simply threw out their wallets, and one of them took a step forward, trying to say something with a forced smile.
The leader of the thugs, a tall man, sneered, and ignored their words. With a wave of his hand, the group of thugs, wielding their weapons, charged at the three men. The narrow alley instantly descended into chaos.
Faced with the suppression of numbers and equipment, the weaker side almost encountered a bloody accident. When Logan saw the thug leader mercilessly swinging his rod down, he finally took a step and jumped down.