Wu Shimo left.
This middle-aged man is very restrained.
Give gifts, drink, and chat.
There was no serious business involved, it was like he came to meet an old friend, picked up something, patted his butt and left.
He didn't put any psychological burden on Di Zheng and showed his tact in dealing with others.
Di Zheng looked at the wine in his hand and laughed at himself: "I have short hands to hold people."
Luo Yan did not use the 'eyes of truth' to pry into his thoughts, out of respect for this man.
However, he also knew that Di Zheng should be quite confused.
On the other hand, I don’t want to reject Wu Shimo outright. Otherwise, with his temperament, he would never covet a bottle of wine worth hundreds of thousands.
Luo Yan coughed dryly: "If it's just a matter of interfering with the Corps' activities, you can trust him."
"At least now, he won't stretch his hand too far to touch the Corps."
Di Zheng glanced at him.
He didn't ask Luo Yan why he felt this way.
Di Zheng just smiled, nodded and said, "Okay."
Then he left too.
At night.
Luo Yan put on his cloak, took the 'Huanlong', and carried the 'Eviscerate' on his waist, and came to Nanfeng Pond.
Nanfengtang is a 'slum' in Guangling City, and the dilapidated video store he bought before is also in this area.
This area is a mixed bag.
Bars, black markets, mercenary groups, and gangs are everywhere.
The population here is complex, and the dungeon turns a blind eye to this place, thus causing many problems.
But as long as it's not too outrageous, the land protection bureau here won't take care of it at all.
For this reason, people living at the bottom of the city can make a living here without any license.
So working during the day and setting up a stall at night is almost the norm for the lower class people in this area.
Luo Yan pulled his hood and walked through the crowd. When he passed a barbecue stall, someone screamed angrily.
"Are you blind? Damn the clothes I just bought!"
Then Youdao's figure fell at Luo Yan's feet.
It was a teenage boy, wearing white washed clothes and one cloth shoe and one slipper.
As he fell to the ground, a little native dog that had just turned one month old was gently touching the boy's trousers with the tip of its nose, and then barked milkily at someone in the barbecue stall, seeming to feel sorry for its owner.
A foot flew over and kicked the puppy until it screamed.
The little boy quickly hugged Gouzi and said, "Don't hit Ah Huang."
The attacker was a man wearing a floral shirt, earrings, and a touch of red hair.
There was a grease stain on his flowered shirt. It looked like it was accidentally stained by a child, so he was furious.
Luo Yan has seen too many things like this.
No intention of taking care of it.
But now, the man in the colorful shirt blocked his way.
Luo Yan could only say softly: "Please give way."
The man in the colorful shirt was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at Luo Yan with his head tilted: "What? Pretending to be a hero? Fighting an injustice?"
"Why are you pulling your hat down so low? Are you trying to be cool?"
He took off Luo Yan's hat and saw a pair of red eyes, and immediately said, "Unlucky, he is actually a poisonous person."
On the other side, the stall owner, who should be the boy's father, had already pulled his son back and quietly put away the stall, hoping to escape while the man in the flower shirt was paying attention to Luo Yan.
Luo Yan frowned, not wanting to waste time on such boring things, so he pulled up his hat and left.
A wine bottle flew over and hit him on the head.
"Are you deaf or mute? I'm talking to you."
The man in the flower shirt picked up another wine bottle and threw it at Luo Yan's feet.
Luo Yan then caught the drink flying towards his head and threw it back with his backhand, hitting the man in the flower shirt right in the head.
The man in the flowered shirt screamed, his head suddenly bleeding, and he fell onto a table, knocking over the food on it.
Four or five men around the table stood up with cheers, pulled out daggers and iron bars, and rushed towards Luo Yan.
The man in the flowered shirt covered his head and shouted: "Kill him to death. Damn it, you dare to beat our 'flowered shirt' people here, you are tired of living."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the flash of swords in the crowd. His men either chopped off their palms or removed their entire arms.
When he said the last word, four or five of his men were lying on the ground, covering their wounds and screaming in agony.
Then I saw the young man with red eyes slowly put a long knife into its sheath.
Luo Yan didn't even look at the man in the floral shirt, he just raised his foot and kicked a dagger.
The dagger suddenly shot through the air with a cold light, and was buried in the chest of the man who had just screamed to kill.
The man's eyes widened, as if he didn't dare to stare, Luo Yan actually dared to kill him.
"You..." "Lei Qiye will avenge me."
When he took his last breath, Luo Yan had already walked away and disappeared into the crowd.
At this time, the owner of the barbecue stall was even more agile. He pushed the cart and took his son away from the place of trouble.
After a little interlude.
Luo Yan found Xijiu Hutong.
The light in the alley was dim, and the bricks on the ground were not evenly paved. Someone poured dirty water directly out of the window and poured it on the ground, startling a pair of wild mandarin ducks.
Luo Yan was a little suspicious.
Is there really a mercenary group hidden in this place?
He was about to step in when he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.
Luo Yan stopped.
Standing at the entrance of the alley holding a knife, he looked around and saw men in colorful shirts walking towards this side with murderous intent.
'Hua Shan' Lei Qi's person?
'Hua Shan' is a larger gang here, Lei Qi is the leader of 'Hua Shan', and all members of the gang wear colorful shirts, which is their main symbol.
Just when Luo Yan thought these people were coming to take revenge on him, unexpectedly they came to the entrance of the alley, took one look at him, and then turned into the Xijiu Alley.
There was a sudden uproar in the alley.
A voice said loudly: "I am the Shanying of Huashan. Those who are doing business here, get out of here, otherwise you will be missing some parts. Don't blame me for not reminding you first."
Suddenly, figures emerged from the alley.
There were 'water ghosts' who were in the smuggling business, and there were also girls who were in the skin and flesh business. People of all kinds were all gone in no time.
At this time, another loud voice sounded from deep in the alley.
"The flower shirts are so majestic. They have to clear the place when they arrive. Why, do you think our 'iron horses' are all dead!"
The last sentence sounded like thunder, echoing in the alley.
at the same time.
The lights turned on one after another, illuminating the alley.
Black and shiny gun barrels poked out of the windows in the alley.
On the roofs of the bungalows on both sides of the alley, figures holding guns appeared.
At the end of the alley, at the entrance of a courtyard facing the alley, stood a burly figure.
He was holding a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right hand.
There was a cigar between his teeth.
There was a ring of grenades wrapped around his waist.
He just stood there with a sword in his hand, facing an alley of men in colorful shirts.
