Alex had just fallen asleep for a short while. The place he was staying wasn't an isolated area but rather a fairly bustling one.
Sleeping here, wasn't it noisy because of the traffic? Of course it was, but such small disturbances were nothing to Alex.
Suddenly, someone approached and patted him on the shoulder. He opened his eyes to see a man holding a food box. The man said:
"Are you hungry? Have something to eat."
Alex was a bit taken aback. After all, it wasn't the first time someone had offered him a meal. He did, after all, look no different from a homeless person.
At the moment, he was extremely filthy. Since arriving in Vietnam, he hadn't bathed once. Moreover, his level was too low to instinctively rid his body of dirt.
As for bathing? He hadn't had that concept for a long time. If he wasn't fighting, he was preparing for a fight—there was no time for such meaningless things.
