The urban layout of Heyu City is actually quite similar to Weiming City, but it is several times larger.
The southwest area of the city can be regarded as where the poorest people live in the entire Heyu City. It is a slum area within a slum area, but after all, it still has a place to stay in the city, so it is not as miserable as the refugees in Weiming City.
, there is still a place that is almost sheltered from the wind and rain.
On weekdays at night, this area is almost overcrowded. Usually there are seven or eight people crowded into a small shack at the same time. But this night is very different. Even the most central location is not visible.
There were only a few people here, but the empty shacks stood empty, like dry tombs.
It was late at night, and when thunder suddenly exploded in the center of Heyu City, and the huge explosion splashed dust and gravel, many people finally remembered the goodness of this place, and one after another people returned and huddled in a random shack.
Shivering.
After an unknown period of time, a group of more than a hundred people came back from a corner of the city. Half of them held torches in their hands, and they looked like a fiery dragon from a distance.
These people are all young men, and their clothes are not shabby, but most of them look a little gray at the moment. They carry handbags on their shoulders, and even have something tied to their waists, including food bags, kitchen knives and iron pots.
Even the sturdy benches and chairs were bulging and covered with sweat. When they returned to the slums, they did not choose to keep a low profile. Instead, they walked through the slums with swagger, heads held high and chests held high, under the gaze of all the hungry people.
area, and finally came to the one closest to the southwestern corner of the city wall.
In an area, the few old, weak, sick and disabled people were coaxed away with beatings and scoldings, and then they were reunited.
They formed a circle, piled all their belongings on the ground in the middle, and then sat around them, as honestly as well-trained hunting dogs.
There were only two people staying in the center with all the supplies. One stood there, a tall and strong middle-aged man who was very rare in the slums. He had a beard and his eyes glanced around, with a fierce light from time to time. The other
One was a young man wearing a slightly fat landlord's hat. He was wandering in front of the supplies with his hands behind his back. When everyone put down the supplies, he suddenly reached out and tapped a thin, timid-looking man outside.
Boy, "Xiaoba, come here."
The boy whose name was called widened his eyes and timidly squeezed out of the crowd to stand in front of the young man. However, he was suddenly slapped on the back of the head and fell to the ground crying in pain.
The young man was not moved at all. Instead, he smiled and looked at the starry sky in the distance, "Xiaoba, have you handed over all your things?"
The boy who was crying on the ground froze for a moment, then nodded hurriedly, "Hand it all over, hand it all over, Brother Yang..."
"Huh," the young man smiled and kicked the boy hard in the stomach. This kick was merciless and sent the boy flying into the crowd. His head tilted and he fainted. The young man passed away.
A fierce look flashed on his face, and he turned to the strong man next to him and said, "Brother Dong, take out what he has hidden in his sleeve." He paused and said in a serious tone, "Which arm's sleeve is on it?"
If there is something hidden in the bag, cut off which arm!!"
The strong man stepped forward without saying a word and dragged the boy away like a dead dog. Soon there was a scream, and the painful roar could make all the men present lower their heads in shock from a distance.
The young man looked around with satisfaction and was about to say something else when he suddenly saw a short man squeeze out from the crowd, ran to him and whispered in his ear, "Brother Yang, there is an extra person in that wild girl's shed!"
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The young man's expression suddenly straightened up, "Are you looking carefully?"
"Look carefully, it's absolutely true! He's still a man!" The dwarf's eyes were full of coldness.
"Okay, okay, you can't blame me," the young man said with a cruel look on his face, and said to the strong man who had come back from the crowd, holding a jade bracelet in his hand, "Brother Dong, what's here?"
You divide what is due according to what we agreed before, and carry the rest to the carriage. I will leave you with twenty people, so be quick!"
The strong man remained silent, nodded and walked to the pile of supplies to start pulling.
The young man stretched out his hand to draw a wave in the crowd, and led most of the people, holding torches, towards a certain direction in the slum area. The large group of people soon came to a dilapidated shack and took photos of the area around the dilapidated shack.
The red light shines.
The young man walked out a few steps holding a torch and squinted into the shack in front of him. With the light of the fire and through the gaps between the wooden boards, he could vaguely see a human figure inside. He couldn't help but sneered, "Man Ke'er, come out quickly.
I have something to ask you!"
There was no movement in the shack. The young man pointed the torch forward and looked away.
Less than three feet away from the wooden shack, the flames almost reached the wooden board. "I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I will light this doghouse of yours! Three, two..."
Before the young man could count to three, the door of the shack opened and two men walked out. The young man couldn't help but frown deeply.
I saw that the leader of the two people was very young. Although his face and body were covered with dirt, he still looked dignified. It was Luo Chuan. At this time, he walked out of the shack and put his hand casually on the hanging hanging on his waist.
On the wooden handle of the long sword, he looked coldly, with calm eyes.
The one behind him was a man in coarse cloth, with thick eyebrows, small eyes, and a big nose. He lowered his head and said nothing.
The young man glanced behind him. The dozen or so people closest to him took out their weapons from their waists. They were kitchen knives, machetes and even sickles, all kinds of different. When he saw the people behind him taking out their weapons one by one, the young man seemed to be confident.
He raised his chin and looked down at Luochuan and said unceremoniously, "Let Man Ke'er come out!"
Luochuan said calmly, "There is no one you are looking for here."
The young man's eyes turned cold for a moment, and he was about to open his mouth to say something. From the corner of his eye, he saw a young girl running over not far away. He immediately put his hands on his hands and sneered, "Man Ke'er, come back later, you
Your two friends are going to stand up for you."
Luochuan turned his head to look and saw a girl running towards him panting heavily. She looked about eleven or twelve years old. She was wearing patched clothes. It was vaguely visible that the fabric was of good quality. She had neat bangs and thick eyebrows.
, ran closer and saw Luo Chuan in front of the shack door. They were stunned for a moment, and then looked at the young man carefully.
, "Yang...Brother Yang, haven't I already paid this month's payment...?"
"The money has been paid, but it is only for you," the young man pointed at Luochuan and the two of them and said harshly, "Now you secretly put two more men into this shack, but you deliberately wanted to
Are you causing trouble for my brother Yang?"
"No, no, I don't dare," the girl waved her hands quickly, with tears in her eyes, "Brother Yang..."
"Okay! What nonsense are you talking about? Just hand me the token and I will spare you three this time," the young man glanced at Luo Chuan's hand on the sword hilt, snorted coldly, and looked at
The girl stretched out her hand impatiently and said, "You should know what Heyu City is like now. Your Uncle Luo may not be able to take care of his own affairs. He may die one day and no longer care about you!"
The girl lowered her head and held her clothes with both hands. After a while, she took out a small iron token from her arms at an extremely slow speed.
Upon seeing this, the young man strode forward and snatched the token away. When he saw the word "山" engraved in the middle of the token, he was overjoyed. He quickly put it into his arms and reached out to slap the girl on the head.
Shangdao said, "Don't tell anyone, otherwise..."
The girl lowered her head and nodded gently.
The young man snorted coldly, looked around with his nostrils turned upward, and said, "Let's go!"