In early February, the frigid winds of Manhattan still bit sharply.
Li Wei would occasionally see homeless people on the streets. It struck him as odd that their numbers never seemed to change. It was as if they were roadside NPCs that could respawn at any moment. But realistically, few of them should have been able to survive the winter. After all, this wasn't sunny California; this was New York.
He had no intention of playing the savior and rescuing everyone.
After about half a year in New York, he had come to understand that this place was a top-down Darwinian society cloaked in a veneer of civilization. It was impossible for him to change the status quo on his own. Only by reaching the very top could he avoid being devoured by others.
Fortunately, he was now climbing his way to the top.
After he blew out the candles on his 18th birthday cake, his rookie contract officially took effect.
