As soon as he finished shouting these words, the blind old man began to regret it.

You shouldn't get angry, what if this kid also has a bad temper? With the current condition of his body, he is no match for him anyway.

Suddenly he heard the footsteps, paused, and came back again. The man knelt down and looked down at him.

"If you are a real beggar, I will definitely give it to you."

Nuo Xia's leisurely voice came, "But what if you weren't..."

"I'm eighty-five years old. As for lying to you?"

The old blind man's voice dropped a few degrees, and he muttered angrily, "A person is helpless and helpless. He can't even have enough to eat, and he still has to suffer this kind of anger. The world is really going downhill, the world is going downhill..."

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, Nuo Xia suddenly grabbed his neck and picked him up.

"You...what are you going to do!" The blind old man looked frightened.

“I just glanced at it in a hurry and didn’t notice it, but now I discovered a lot of interesting things.”

Nuo Xia smiled and pinned him against the wall. He lowered his other hand and suddenly tore open the shabby coat and pulled out a large golden chain from the inside.

The old man's expression changed drastically.

Nuo Xia stared at him with a half-smile:

"A beggar doesn't even have enough to eat. Does he still have spare money to buy this?"

"This, this was left to me by my family. It has special commemorative significance for me. I am reluctant to sell it..."

"The people at the casino didn't search you and took it away?"

The old man was sweating profusely and couldn't hold back his words.

"There are traces of earrings on the ears, and they look like new ones... Huh? There is also a skull tattoo on the chest, which is also new. How can an eighty-five-year-old person be as trendy as a teenage street gangster?"

Nuo Xia clicked her tongue in surprise, "Your cloudy and white eyes, could they be colored contact lenses? How do you achieve this wrinkled skin? Let me guess...it's actually some kind of high technology."

Human leather jacket?”

As he spoke, he pulled off the skin on his arm, and the old blind man screamed in pain.

"It hurts! It hurts, it hurts! How come you have such a rich imagination? What about colored contact lenses and human skin? It's all real! It's real!"

"I don't care if you are real or fake."

Nosha glanced at the entrance of the alley, where Fujitora was brushing off the dust on the beef pie and began to eat it one bite at a time.

He sighed in his heart, turned his head, and smiled at the blind old man, which made the latter's throat roll and he felt a chill down his spine:

"Uncle, I hate people who consume people's kindness the most..."

Boom!

…………

A few minutes later.

The blind old man with a bruised nose and swollen face collapsed beside the dirty sewer.

Nuo Xia clapped his hands nonchalantly and came out of the alley: "Let's go to Northeast Block 12."

"What is that place?"

Bellemel asked curiously.

"The address engraved on this guy's personal key is probably the headquarters of this begging gang."

Nuo Xia glanced at the old man lying on the ground behind him and snorted, "Obviously I didn't use any force at all, but this guy was so scared that he peed his pants as soon as he got punched and fainted. He is less courageous than a mouse."

"Originally, I wanted to examine my words more, but now I can only go and see for myself."

Were you really stunned?

The others looked at him speechlessly. No matter how hard you hold back your punch, it will still hurt more than a strong man among ordinary people punching with all his strength, right?

…

The group left.

About an hour later, the fireworks show ended, and the City of Spring Queen finally gradually returned to the silence of the night.

Nuo Xia and others also passed through the main city and came to a relatively remote area in the northeast.

The surrounding houses are low and not considered a slum area, but compared to the prosperous and charming main city, the streets here are indeed much more dilapidated and desolate.

"Here we are, Block 12, Room 782."

Nuo Xia looked deep into the alley, where there was a similarly low and old bungalow, "The address on the key is written here."

The windows of this bungalow were covered with black curtains, making it difficult to see what was going on inside. There was only a row of ventilation holes at the top of the wall, near the roof.

"There are many human smells inside, very mixed..."

Fujitora closed his eyes tightly, feeling the breath inside, and said softly: "At least, there are more than a hundred people."

"With more than a hundred people crammed into such a big place, it must be that this gang's den has not escaped."

Nuo Xia sensed the same thing with his sense of sight. He looked at the iron gate in front of him and was about to draw his sword to break through the door when he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps coming from the alley entrance.

Several people looked at each other, jumped up at the same time in tacit agreement, and hid on the roof behind the walls on both sides.

The next moment.

A large number of people poured in from the alley at the same time. At a rough glance, there were at least fifty or sixty people.

Among these people, there are either childish little boys and girls, or old men and women so old that half of their feet can be buried in the coffin.

Without exception, all of them had shabby clothes and dirty faces.

These people were walking leisurely, laughing and chatting. Through the dim street lights, you could vaguely see many children with cigarettes hanging from the corners of their mouths, puffing away smoke, looking relaxed and at ease.

A purple-haired little girl who looked to be only five or six years old threw away a can of beer she had finished drinking, flew up, and watched the empty can fly more than ten meters away, grinning proudly with her hands on her hips, haha

laughing out loud.

Such a strange scene made everyone on the rooftops on both sides look at each other with strange expressions.

Nuo Xia's eyes flashed, thoughtfully.

Thinking back to the little Messi before and the blind old man who was beaten up by him, he seemed to have guessed something.

Soon, the group of people came to the iron gate.

The leader of the old man took out the key and opened the door, and the others followed and filed in.

In less than a minute, the once crowded alley became empty again.

Nuo Xia winked at a few people, moved quietly on the roof, came to a position near the ventilation hole, and looked into the bungalow through the small hole.

The room was brightly lit, and there was a staircase extending downward in the corner. It was obviously a basement, and there was no furniture visible above ground. It could be described as a house with bare walls.

On the ground, hundreds of people were sitting or lying lazily, listening to the instructions of a handsome blue-haired young man standing on the middle step, holding a clipboard in his hand.

And these people are without exception, either old people or children.

"Why are you coming back just now? Come on, don't wait any longer. You are the last batch."

Seeing the iron door being pushed open, the blue-haired young man put down the clipboard and scolded him angrily.

After the latecomers found an open space to sit down, laughing and joking, he glanced around, frowned, and muttered with some dissatisfaction:

"It's that guy Derek who hasn't come back yet. This guy has been greedy several times. When he comes back, I must give him a scolding... Forget it, ignore him now, let's continue our meeting."

Derek?

Everyone on the roof looked at each other and estimated that this must be the name of the blind old man.

"First of all, when you were working today, there were no problems with your acting skills. You were not suspected or followed, right?" The blue-haired young man looked around at everyone.

"No, Captain Severn!"

There were a lot of responses from below, some old or young.

"Very good, another smooth day."

The blue-haired young man nodded with satisfaction. While writing something on the record board, he asked, "What about the harvest? Is it much higher than before?"

"Captain, I made eight thousand beli today, three times what I earned last week!"

"Captain Severn, I have ten thousand beli!"

"Hey, I'm fifteen thousand!"

This time, everyone's response was not so neat, but their voices were louder and more excited.

"very good!"

The blue-haired young man was very excited when he heard this, and his writing speeded up:

"It seems that the fireworks display in the past few days has attracted a large number of tourists. In the future, as the Queen City of Spring becomes more and more famous, our income will continue to increase steadily!"

"Okay, next, it's exchange time."
To be continued...