While Chen Xing and Ye Yangqingyan were having an affair in the tent, on the ground in Area F of the No. 65 Underground Survival Center, the sun was shining brightly. Workers in shabby clothes were sweating, waving shovels, pulling bucket trucks, digging earth and transporting mud. .
Their expressions were different, but they were all negative, either resentful, helpless, or tired. Working and complaining at the same time.
"The people from the Yang family are really nothing!" a young refugee cursed.
"Wu Hao from the city defender is even worse. He is colluding with others." Another young refugee stopped what he was doing and agreed.
"Shh, stop talking. Do you want to kill everyone?" An old refugee raised his finger and said nervously.
"Forget about paying wages, even the bread is moldy, do you think we are pigs?" A middle-aged refugee said emotionally, throwing down his shovel.
"Yes, they are just feeding pigs!" Another refugee threw down his shovel and cursed.
"I'm quitting!" "Go to hell!" "These beasts!" The refugees became more and more excited, as if a spark had ignited the rice straw and they were out of control. They threw down their working tools one after another, climbed out of the pit, and walked outside the construction site.
A group of heavily armed soldiers patrolled around the construction site. When they saw the refugees coming out, they immediately surrounded them.
"Stop!" the leading officer shouted.
"Master, we quit." "Yes, we don't have any wages, so we quit." "It's so immoral to give us moldy bread to eat." Faced with soldiers armed with live ammunition, the refugees did not dare to force their way in, and they kept talking. Talking tongue to ear.
"Go back to work first. If anything happens, let your foreman come and talk!" the leading officer frowned and said sternly.
"We don't have a foreman!" "We are free people, not slaves. We can leave if we want!" "Go home!" The refugees blocked the gate and refused to leave.
"What's going on!" The two sides were in a stalemate when a shout suddenly came from the distance. The sound was so fierce that the scene immediately fell silent.
The refugees looked at each other, not knowing who was coming. Immediately afterwards, the soldiers separated to the left and right, and a young man wearing luxurious clothes and a gloomy face came from behind.
Narrow eyebrows, triangular eyes, and an evil look. Behind him followed a lean old man, with his hands behind his back and a gloomy look that made people feel frightened. Behind the old man is a young officer, wearing long leather boots and the armband of the Orchid Town defenders, who is full of energy and high spirits.
These three people were Yang Zhiyong, the second young master of the Yang family, his servant, and Wu Hao, the lieutenant of the Orchid Town defenders.
I saw Yang Zhiyong walking closer, his sharp eyes sweeping over him. No one dared to look at him, they all lowered their heads.
"If anyone wants to leave, come out." He said in a deep voice.
The voice was not loud, but it was full of power. The refugees did not dare to take a breath, let alone stand up.
Yang Zhiyong squinted his triangular eyes, looked around, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth, "A bunch of untouchables..." Then with a fierce look in his eyes, he yelled, "Go back to work!"
At this time, someone finally couldn't bear it anymore and argued with a trembling voice, "We are free people, not untouchables..."
"court death!"
Yang Zhiyong shouted loudly, his whole body was ignited with flames, and he punched out.
"tumultuous!"
A fire dragon rushed out along his arm and penetrated the body of the refugee who spoke. The refugee instantly burned into a ball of fire, and the fire dragon's power remained unabated, burning half of the refugee behind him to a crisp.
The hot wind rushed towards me, and the ashes slowly rose, as if I was in purgatory.
The evil young man killed two people in a row. The refugees were so frightened that they fled back to the construction site, picked up their tools and jumped into the pit to continue digging, fearing that they would be the next to suffer.
"What a bunch of untouchables!" Looking at the refugees fleeing in all directions, Yang Zhiyong commented with contempt on his face, "They are as timid as mice and don't even have the courage to resist. They deserve to be stepped on by others for the rest of their lives!"
Little did he know that he was standing and talking without pain in his back. The refugees were unarmed, and resisting would only lead to death, without any chance. It's just that he was born into a powerful family and was pampered since he was a child. He had bad servants before him and a backer behind him, so how could he know the sufferings in the world. I always think that bullying the weak is a sign of strength, and being cruel and ruthless is a symbol of power. In fact, it is beyond stupid. If it were a different place, I'm afraid he would be so scared that he would pee his pants by now.
"So they are rats in the wasteland, dirty, smelly and cheap." Wu Hao agreed.
The lean old man raised his head and glanced at Wu Hao arrogantly, as if he were looking at a bed bug. Then he waved his hand and said to his young master, "Second young master, when you go out, don't do any senseless killings."
"Refugees have no rights, just kill them." Yang Zhiyong said nonchalantly.
"If you kill them all, who will do the work for us?" the old man asked patiently.
"Kill them all and then look for them. There are so many of them in the wasteland, just like cockroaches. No matter how you kill them, you can't kill them all." Yang Zhiyong said confidently.
Seeing this, the old man put his hands behind his back and said nothing more.
At the same time, in the study on the second floor of the Mayor's Mansion in Orchid Town, Shade Sinclair was standing by the window, holding the window edge with both hands, looking at the small pond outside.
The water was calm, and a small wooden boat was tied to the shore. From time to time, a breeze blew by, causing ripples.
"Alas..." The mayor suddenly sighed, looking very melancholy.
"Mr. Mayor, is there anything unhappy?" Assistant Xiao Wu asked with concern.
"They are killing my people," the mayor said.
"Those are refugees." Xiao Wu corrected.
"The refugees are also my people!" The mayor's beard curled up, which was a sign that he was about to get angry.
"Your subordinates have also been killed," Xiao Wu reminded.
"That's for management, but they..." the mayor's anger rose, "but they kill for the sake of killing!"
"But there is no essential difference between the two." Xiao Wu bowed to the mayor and said, "Mr. Mayor, you are just a baron from an edge town. Just do your best and don't make it too difficult for yourself."
"Really, am I having a hard time for myself?" The mayor frowned and asked doubtfully.
"Yes, you are making things difficult for yourself." Xiao Wu said.
"Then..." the mayor pondered for a while and said, "then open the bottle."
"Uh..." Xiao Wu was caught off guard by his boss's sudden change, and his whole body froze. It took a while to react and go to the wine cupboard to get some wine.
In the evening, Chen Xing brought Ye Yangqingyan back to the underground water station and cooked and prepared dinner himself.
Seeing that the two people who were originally at war with each other were talking and laughing, and chatting enthusiastically, Ye Yang Bailiu subconsciously touched his forehead, thinking that he had a fever and was hallucinating. Suspicious, she went to the kitchen to question Chen Xing.
Chen Xing was wearing an apron and scooping up freshly fried chicken nuggets with a spoon.
"What on earth did you do to my sister?" she asked with a cold face.
"I didn't do anything." Chen Xing replied seriously, and then added, "Your third uncle is outside, what can I do?"
Perhaps aware of the ambiguity in his words, Ye Yang Bailiu's face turned red, he pushed him and said, "That's not what I meant. I'm asking you, what did you say to her?"
"I told her that we are good friends, not enemies." Chen Xing wiped his hands with a rag and said.
Ye Yang Bailiu looked at him with a look of disbelief, "You must be hiding something from me."
"Let's talk about it later, I'm busy." Chen Xing knew he couldn't hide it from her, but he couldn't explain it for a while, so he had to find another time.
"Be more honest!" Ye Yang Bailiu glared at him, his warning clear in words.
"She is your sister, what else can I do?" Chen Xing spread his hands and said with a grimace, as if he had been greatly wronged.
Ye Yang Bailiu observed his face for a while, but didn't see anything. He said "That's good" and turned around to go out.
