The city at night was filled with a cool feeling. The drizzle during the day did not wash away the dirt from the world, but instead reduced the temperature by several degrees.

As Charles walked, he glanced at the surroundings with his eyes. In the darkness, his eyes were particularly bright, and even from a certain angle, he could see the reflected moonlight or cold light.

There was a group of people who wanted to lean over and talk to him about how to make everyone rich first through his involuntary assistance, but when these people's eyes met with Charles's eyes, they all chose to retreat.

There are indeed many problems in the Lower City area, many criminals and many criminal acts. It is precisely because this place is very dangerous. In the dark night, everyone is not only a predator, but also a target of being captured by predators. Therefore, everyone is very careful and vigilant about the world and never take risks.

At this time, Charles was filled with a dangerous aura. He might not have felt it yet, but those who are surviving here can feel it.

As the central block is getting closer and closer, the lights on the street are getting brighter and brighter, and the ecological chain belonging to the lower city area in the alleys on the roadside is gradually emerging in front of Shire.

There was already some light in the alley not far away. Several figures reflected from the alley. Shire walked to the entrance of the alley and took a look.

A man in the alley fell to the ground with his head bleeding, but he didn't seem to stop breathing, and he looked a little miserable. The blood on the ground was spreading. If he couldn't stop the bleeding in time, he wouldn't live long.

Four young men wearing leather jackets with various metal nail accessories stood beside the man. They dyed colorful hair, brow bones, cheekbones, and cheeks, were implanted with small accessories such as metal nails.

These people heard the footsteps coming from outside the alley, and they looked at Charles at the same time.

The man who was counting the money among the four stuffed the uncounted money into his pocket, and the four walked towards Charles without saying a word.

It was dark and cold. Although it was late spring and early summer, it was very cold.

The last stubbornness of winter, accompanied by the drizzle during the day, caused the temperature to drop sharply. Although he was young, he could not do this like these people in front of him. It was too cold to wear shirtless leather jackets.

Someone licked the blade and some were fiddling with the iron stick. Charle took two steps and expressed his position, "I'll ask for something. Have you seen a dress..." He simply described all the characteristics of Charle, "...Is such a girl passing by here?"

"She is my sister, I can't find her. If you see it, please tell me..."

The youngest of the four was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously, "I don't seem to have seen it before..."

Before he could finish his words, the older young man behind him slapped him in the head, then held the dagger and looked at Charles, "Take the cash out, otherwise you will be like him..." He pointed at the guy lying on the ground with his thumb.

Shire's eyes were focused on the youngest child, "Do you know whose territory is nearby?"

Perhaps because of the extremely powerful fluctuations in my heart, many messy things began to gradually emerge from deeper parts of my brain. Some of these things helped him a little, but more of them were meaningless.

While enduring the impact of a lot of information, he was dealing with these things in front of him.

The youngest young man opened his mouth and glanced at the three people in front of him with a cowardly look. His eyes were a little fluctuating and he didn't say anything.

Is it because of them?

Charles' eyes shifted from the child to the three of them. The man in charge made a colorful hairstyle like a cockscomb. Some metal nails as thick as a little finger were embedded in the shaved head. Too many things were implanted on his head, face, and body, which looked a little disgusting.

Jimcomt seemed very angry. While placing swear words that Charles couldn't understand, he stumbled at him with a knife.

It is normal for a few people to die at night in the Lower City as the sun rises from the east every morning. No one will waste limited resources for the death of some people who will go out after 8 o'clock in the evening. If they die, they will basically die in vain.

In most people's perception, those who have to go out after 8 o'clock in the evening in the Lower City are not good people themselves.

This may be a stereotyped prejudice, but it has to be said that it has some basis.

Looking at the dagger in his hand, Charles gave in a slightly opposite direction, which made it difficult for Jimcom to use his hand to hold the dagger.

At this time, you must not retreat, as there is only one way to go.

The moment the two approached, the cockscomb head began to adjust the direction and distance. Instead of stabbing the knife out at the most lethal moment, Charles instead grabbed his hand and led forward, then grabbed the young man's throat with the other hand.

After using some clever tricks, I could only hear a bit of a creepy disconnection sound, and the cockscomb fell to the ground.

He quickly turned over and knelt, his forehead pressed against the ground, his hands covered his neck, his face showed a painful expression, and he breathed hard.

But every breath can only hear a faint "hiss".

The pulling and disconnection of the throat caused the trachea to be narrowed, swelling and congestion quickly blocked the originally not spacious trachea. Without professional medical methods and equipment, the life of Jimcomt Head had already begun a countdown of 120 seconds.

He bent down and picked up the dagger on the ground, looked at the other two people, who looked at each other, took a few steps, threw away the stick in his hand, turned around and ran away.

They may rob, beat and injure the victim, or even kill people, but the accelerated heartbeat caused by increased adrenaline secretion and the uneasiness and panic in their eyes will cause great changes in their facial expressions and eyes.

But Charles didn't. This inexplicable stranger seemed to have done something very ordinary, like breathing, like drinking water. He did not have any emotional, psychological, or physical changes!

The ferocity of these people is only based on some ambiguous key elements. In fact, they are not strong at all. They can only be said to be weak with weapons. In the final analysis, they are weak.

The youngest wanted to run away, but Charles grabbed his arm, "Whose territory is nearby?"

The child looked at his companion who was kneeling on the ground and his face turned black, and he was actually a purple and unable to breathe. He trembled and said a name, and told Charles where he could find those people. He cried and called his mother, while running away with his legs.

His mother will definitely be very irritable tonight because it is embarrassing for a teenager to wet her pants. Neighbors will discuss her children and why teenager still wet her pants - family and family education.
Chapter completed!