Zhang Ziliang suddenly took a step forward, pulled out a gun from his waist, pointed it at the sky, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
'boom'
With the sound of gunshots, everyone quickly retreated. In just a few seconds, the streets were cleared of people!
Zhang Ziliang said calmly: "Let's go."
With that said, he turned around and left with a gun in his hand.
Yang Chen looked a little disappointed and followed Zhang Ziliang silently without saying a word.
In the corner, a pair of eyes were staring at Zhang Ziliang, or rather the gun in his hand, ready to move.
But fear was obviously greater than desire, and they finally suppressed their inner greed.
However, more people quietly flocked to the few people who had grabbed the money before, and those who got the money quickly fled.
Back in the car, Zhang Ziliang still didn't speak. He gave instructions to the driver and closed his eyes to rest.
Yang Chen glanced at Zhang Ziliang and fell silent.
Another half hour.
Living Area.
"get off."
Zhang Ziliang said calmly, took Yang Chen out of the car, and stood on the street.
A young man who was missing an arm skillfully unloaded boxes of goods with one arm in the car and threw them into the supermarket.
Next to him, there was a child who was only five years old, probably the younger brother of a young man. There was perseverance on his young face. Although he could not carry large items, he still worked hard to help his brother pick up some small items.
crossroads.
An old man was sitting on the ground, with a stall in front of him filled with handmade shoes.
A woman next to her was holding a box of fruit and selling it on the street, with a baby on her back.
After a long time.
Zhang Ziliang lit a cigarette and suddenly said: "Do you understand?"
"..."
"I understand."
Yang Chen nodded with a hint of loneliness.
"Is there any difference between those in the slums and those in the living areas?"
"They are all human beings, and they all have hands and feet."
"But why do some people starve to death while others live well?"
"Yes, these are troubled times, an era where survival is not guaranteed."
"But is this the reason for self-destruction?"
"Tianzu cannot say that we can guarantee their safety, but as long as we work hard, we can always have something to eat."
"So, do you think it's worth protecting those people?"
As he spoke, Zhang Ziliang blew out a wisp of smoke.
"But team leader, why did you leave them alone? If the investigation bureau had strong management, it might be better." Yang Chen was a little confused.
Zhang Ziliang glanced at him, his expression full of indifference: "Are we nannies?"
"Go your own way!"
"And without these people, who would be mining the wasteland's resources?"
"When they are starving, throw them into the wasteland and bring them back with resources to eat in exchange for food. How good would it be?"
"Even if you die, you will die in the wasteland. Don't waste the city's resources."
"After all... there are too many monks and too little rice to eat!"
In the smoke, Zhang Ziliang was filled with a sense of indifference, as if he were a machine without any emotion.
Yang Chen curled his lips: "As cold-blooded as ever, I'm really afraid that one day you will betray me."
"If it's worth that price, I will consider it." Zhang Ziliang nodded seriously.
…
As time passed, the courtyard gradually became quiet.
There was a sudden sound of footsteps, and they were moving around, as if they were packing something.
After a long time, footsteps walked towards the main hall and knocked on the door.
"Sir, the guest has left."
Wang Ye was startled. When he was in the guest room, he unlocked a conversation. Now in the main hall, has he unlocked it again?
"Master? Master is there?"
The figure outside the door seemed a little strange. He knocked on the door again, his voice was a little urgent, and he seemed to want to come in.
Wang Ye hurriedly pinched his voice: "I know."
In old houses like those decades ago, those who were called masters were most likely older, so Wang Ye deliberately lowered his voice.
Sure enough, as Wang Ye's voice fell, the figure outside the door seemed to relax.
"I thought something happened to you, sir."
"But something is wrong with Mr. Lu today. He has been staying in the guest room."
The figure who heard what was said should be a servant and was constantly reporting.
Lu Qing?
Wang Ye suddenly became interested.
"What has he done in the past few days?" Wang Ye continued to lower his voice and said in a calm tone.
The figure was silent for a moment, as if reminiscing: "After Mr. Lu arrived, he stayed in the guest room and only showed up when eating."
"even..."
"He didn't even attend your funeral..."
The figure's voice was normal at first, but gradually began to become sinister. After saying the last sentence, he suddenly laughed sinisterly: "Master, I'm coming in..."
Wang Ye's expression changed!
be cheated!
It seems that this time schedule should be the funeral stage!
His response would most likely change the plot at that time. Something happened!
Thinking about it, Wang Ye's expression became serious, he took out a piece from the cloth bag, quickly hung it on his chest, and then took out the Ghost Sword.
On the palm of the other hand, a dark word "Zhen" vaguely appeared.
The door opened suddenly!
A rotten guy stood at the door holding a bone-chopping knife, looking straight at Wang Ye.
That guy in the servants' room!
Almost at this moment, Wang Ye struck the gong fiercely.
The servant's figure froze for a second. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Ye quickly rushed out of the door!
The servant's body quickly returned to normal. He held the boning knife and staggered after Wang Ye.
As if he found that his speed was not enough, he stopped, raised the bone chopping knife, and slashed Wang Ye's back through the air.
Wang Ye's back hurt.
The ordinary piece of clothing and stuffing outside were shattered instantly!
There were wisps of Yin Qi exuding from the ghost uniform, as if it was resisting something.
"Damn, don't be so bad again!"
Wang Ye cursed secretly, quickened his pace again, and hit the gong hard again. Then, the word 'Zhen' in his palm flew out and hit the servant.
The servant's movements stopped.
The bone-chopping knife in his hand only chopped about a third of it.
Chains formed by energy entangled it.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye stopped in his tracks, with a gloomy expression on his face. He gritted his teeth, suddenly took out the brush, and took advantage of this short gap to write in the void again.
An enhanced version of the word 'town' floats in the void.
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