The Three Tigers of the Lower City are also known as the Three Kings of the Lower City.
They are equivalent to the local emperors on one side, and they also maintain order in the lower city, and the people in the upper city are very satisfied with this.
King of Claws.
King of the Black Hand.
The King of Barbarian Bones.
And the person Li Yuguo was looking for this time was none other than the "King of Black Hands".
"This King of Black Hands is usually very low-key, and only people of the older generation know about him. I have gambled with him before. I feel that this man is very good at gambling, but he is also very good at pretending. I don't know him.
Why are you so low-key?" Master Jiu said. He was in the yard, watering the vegetable seedlings in front of him.
For Master Jiu, these green plants in the vegetable garden now seem to be a different kind of hope, and he usually takes good care of them.
"It's a pity that those who made trouble before destroyed the grape vines. Otherwise, these green grapes will be edible and can make wine in two months." Uncle Hei said. After Wang Xiaomei's bandage, Uncle Hei now
Having recovered well, he brought some food over and put it on the table.
Now that Master Jiu has returned to the casino and has kept his well-paying job, the food at his house is still very abundant.
A roast chicken was placed on the table. This is food in the upper city, but it is very rare in the lower city.
Uncle Hei also picked a few green leafy vegetables, and Li Yuguo noticed that they turned out to be Zheer roots.
I saw that Uncle Hei cleaned it very carefully, not even a trace of dirt was left behind.
However, Li Yuguo's scalp felt a little numb when he saw the folded ear.
"Even if you know about the King of Black Hands, I think you should not provoke him." Master Jiu took the teapot and glanced at Li Hugo.
Li Huguo smiled and said: "Just because I won't provoke him doesn't mean he won't come to me."
"Huh?" Master Jiu was about to speak, but unexpectedly there was already a group of people standing at the door of the courtyard, twenty or thirty people, wearing traditional Mayan clothes.
On their heads are crowns made of eagle feathers.
They were draped in buffalo hides, which were tanned skins sewn together with threads made from bone awls and buffalo sinews.
Among them, the men's clothing is a small tanned leather apron, a long leggings tied directly around the waist and a bison leather cloak or shawl. The women's clothing is mainly a shawl. The decoration is different from that of the men, decorated with various embroideries and small glass.
Colorful flowers made of beads.
Both men and women keep their hair long. Men keep a bunch of long hair on the top of their head and shave the rest. The long hair is either left loose or braided and tied into a bunch on the top of the head. Women braid their long hair.
Li Hugo knew that the ancient Mayans regarded feathers as a symbol of bravery and a sign of honor, and often put them on their hats to show off to others.
According to Wang Ding, in some solemn scenes, some dignitaries would wear top hats made of eagle feathers and mink fur, while women would wear various earrings and necklaces made of shells and bones.
And these people in front of me have this style.
In front of them, there was a middle-aged man dressed as a great chief, with facial patterns painted with human ashes and mineral pigments on his face, which looked ancient and full of mystery.
And around his neck was a necklace made of a monkey's hand, but the hand had turned black. If it weren't for the hair growing on it, Li Hugo would have thought it was a gadget made of obsidian.
"Boy, I think we should talk." The exaggeratedly dressed chief said.
Li Yuguo also stood up: "Are you the King of Black Hands?"
"yes."
"Let's talk."
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In Beggars Street, Wang Ding was covered in blood. His eyes seemed to be dead. The Yanyue knife in his hand was originally silver-white, but now it was dyed red, just like a blood knife that was born red.
Wang Ding was surrounded by corpses, and those little beggars had all died overnight.
"Why the poison?" Wang Ding said coldly, looking at a scoundrel in the distance.
One of the hands of that man was broken. It was chopped off by Wang Ding.
When he saw such a terrifying person, he was so frightened that he peed on the ground and trembled: "No, it's not me..."
"It seems you don't want the other hand anymore." Wang Ding stepped on the head of a gangster, and his head was crushed immediately.
To Wang Ding, this was like an immature watermelon, and he had no mercy at all.
"ah!"
A gangster rushed towards Wang Ding with a wooden stick, but Wang Ding didn't even look at him, and pointed the Yanyue knife behind him, and immediately the Yanyue knife pierced the little gangster's body.
The gangster originally planned to make a sneak attack, but at this moment he suddenly felt how ridiculous his behavior was.
"Horse hoof, horse hoof!" Wang Xibie said holding a little beggar in his arms.
That little beggar was Ma Tu who was given money by Wang Ding.
Ma Tu cried and gritted his teeth, whimpering: "Brother Wang Ding...I...I don't want to die...I..."
He tried his best to stretch out his hand, but it reached halfway and finally fell down.
The maniac laughed miserably and said: "Brother, I really didn't know you were the one who gave them money... If it were you, I wouldn't poison them at all... I, I'm just looking for money!"
"You want money? Are you going to poison their food and then poison these fatherless and motherless children here?" Wang Ding approached step by step.
Yu Li was frightened to death: "In Xiacheng District, the law of the jungle has always been predatory. I... I had no choice but to kill them. Who made them rich... If we don't rob their money, someone else will."
Rob! And if you want to blame them, just blame the money in their hands. If they are still as poor as before, with no money on their body, how could I waste my time to deal with them..."
"I killed them." Wang Ding raised his head, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. They were tears of blood.
"Big...big brother! Can I leave?" Ruidi began to kowtow, as if pounding garlic.
"Let's go!" Wang Ding glanced at him.
However, as he ran away, Wang Ding was following him. He wanted to see where he was going.
Along the way, other gangsters tried to escape one after another, but Wang Xibie gritted her teeth. She immediately grabbed a handful of stones on the ground and threw them around.
The stones containing vitality, like bullets, instantly penetrated the bodies of these little gangsters.
Those little gangsters fell down like an avalanche.
But in the eyes of Wang and Ding, they were not pitiful at all.
As he ran staggeringly, he saw two demons chasing after him, and he was so frightened that he lost his mind.
Finally, he stumbled to a door and shouted inside: "Boss, it's not good! Someone is coming to the door! Woohoo...someone killed our brother!"