You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 32 The End of the Silver Tiger Gang
The messy masonry walls and crumbling wooden doors and windows in the nameless alley have been eroded by the years and faded the color and luster of the past.

The dilapidated and desolate buildings stretch from the end of the alley to the end of the alley. Most of the house numbers have been blurred or have been demolished.

A suffocating stench filled the dark alley, a rotting mix of sewage and rusted metal.

At night, the alley comes to life.

Dim and yellow lights shine from more than a dozen dilapidated houses, casting hazy shadows in the darkness.

Eric is wearing a dark loose long-sleeved shirt and gray trousers.

Keep the brim of the hat as low as possible.

He walked through a piece of broken window glass and abandoned building materials, and hesitantly turned into a house with intact walls but with obscenities written on it.

I tried it, but the door was not locked, and it could be pushed open with a light touch.

Stepping into the room, a strong sense of contrast arises spontaneously.

The house is spacious and bright, and the light leaking out is enough to illuminate the way outside the door.

Ornate glass chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a soft and warm glow.

The floor is covered with a delicate rabbit skin rug, extending from the doorway to the depths of the room.

Sofas and chairs are made of the finest leather and suede for comfort and opulence.

The whole room is filled with a faint aroma, which makes people feel peaceful and relaxed.

The most eye-catching is a huge bookshelf, on which all kinds of books are neatly placed.

The movement of Eric entering the door attracted the attention of several men in black sitting behind the large long table in the center of the room.

"Eric?!"

One of them expressed uncertainty in his tone.

"It's me, Officer Nathaniel."

Eric recognized the questioner and answered bitterly.

This hut is a hidden residence of the Silver Tiger Gang, mainly responsible for intelligence work and gray transactions.

It is also because of this that it can be built as luxuriously as the headquarters.

As a low-level member of the gang, he was not qualified to know where this resident was.

But a few months ago, the thugs who had been guarding the headquarters lost their legs in an "accident".

He, a pawn with good reputation from the people around him, was promoted to be the guard of the headquarters.

Not only did the salary rise to half a silver coin, but he also had more authority.

Among them is the basic information of this secret resident of the gang.

Of course, in terms of status, he is considered a senior thug.

Therefore, apart from the location and general purpose, no other specific information has the authority to know.

After that nightmarish afternoon, he has been hiding in his dilapidated house on the edge of Ligang Street, not daring to go out.

Recently, I really ran out of money, so I started to ask around for news.

If you don't ask, you don't know.

The original property of the Silver Tiger Gang was divided up by other small gangs in the neighborhood:

Two taverns belonged to the Black Eagle Gang, four smokehouses belonged to the Blood Hand Gang, and the Baishan brothel was taken over by the Red Knife Society.

Even the No. 226 branch was crushed by the coalition forces formed by small gangs a week ago.

As for headquarters.

Eric now thinks of that afternoon, and there is still only blood in his mind.

He didn't even dare to eat red fruit these days, let alone approach the headquarters on the 14th.

After thinking about it, he, the remnant of the Silver Tiger Gang, suddenly had only the secret resident of the gang to try.

To be honest, he was really relieved to see that there were still people from the Silver Tiger Gang in the resident.

"You're not dead?" Nathaniel opened his mouth wide, looking surprised.

Several other people in the room also showed expressions of surprise.

"Uh" Eric choked on the question.

It took a while to reorganize the language:

"I'm not dead."

"Where's the gang? Is our gang still there?"

When Nathaniel heard this, his expression darkened:
"Tonight, we're going to burn this house down."

"Since then, the Silver Tiger Gang has completely disappeared."

"Burn?!"

"Yes." Nathaniel exchanged glances with several other people in the room, and added, "But Eric, you're late."

"We've divided up everything in the house."

Eric quickly explained: "Don't worry, I didn't want anything here."

Hearing that he didn't intend to take a share, the atmosphere in the room suddenly eased.

Eric then went on to say: "I just didn't expect it."

"Our Silver Tiger Gang is finished like this."

The gang leader sitting on a yellow wooden chair was touched by Eric's words:
"What else can I do if I'm not finished."

"Our headquarters was shut down." When he said this, his voice suddenly lowered, "mysterious man."

"Yes, after being taken away by the mysterious man."

"The gang's high-end combat power has basically been wiped out."

"It hasn't been a few days since the news spread, and the group of bastards from the Bloody Hand Gang started to attack."

"Once they make a move, how could the Black Eagle Gang and the Red Knife Society be able to bear it?"

"In order to keep the property, some of the last cadres are basically folded in."

"In the end, they still couldn't withstand the siege."

"damn it!"

"When the leader is still here, these bastards want to lick my leather shoes like dogs."

"Now it's time for them to wait."

The more the cadre spoke, the more excited he became. His somewhat resentful look not only did not scare the people present, but aroused everyone's common hatred:
"Yes!"

"well said!"

"I really want to kill those god damn dogs."

Eric listened to the sound wave after wave, but chewed carefully.

Not a single one was found to have mentioned any next plan of action.

He sighed silently.

I understand that the Silver Tiger Gang is probably dead.

That being the case, instead of staying here to arouse suspicion for no reason, it is better to leave directly.

He is very clear about the virtues of the cadres in the gang.

Although these people still regarded him as "one of their own" on the surface because of his words.

But I'm afraid he has been waiting for him, an uninvited guest who is in the way, to leave quickly so that they can continue to divide the spoils.

Eric felt that there was no need to continue to be annoying.

When the atmosphere in the secret station is still hot, find an excuse to say goodbye.

Sure enough, the people present didn't even have a symbolic way to stay.

Watching him walk out the door.

Eric returned to the broken glass and abandoned building materials.

Sniffing the thick stench that filled the alley.

Continue to wander in the dark alone.

Fate played tricks on him.

The Silver Tiger Gang was once the most powerful gang in the entire block, with countless masters.

In terms of qualifications, he can't be ranked high.

And now, he may be the last person in the world who still remembers the gang.

Just like the ruins around me.

lonely and redundant.

He was born in Ligang Street, and no serious factory or hunting team would want him.

Apart from being a thug, he has no other way out.

But now, the original gang is gone, and as the guard of the headquarters, he has long been branded as the Silver Tiger Gang by all the gangs.

Even if you become a fool and seek refuge with others, it may not end well.

Li Gang Street lacks everything, except for people who are willing to be thugs.

Why would others let go of a rookie with no gang background and accept him, an old man who changed his family?
It is more likely that after he suffered some humiliation, he was killed as a "remnant" of the Silver Tiger Gang.

The sour taste intertwined with pain and helplessness made him look uncomfortable.

The night wind blew over Eric's dark face, and the chill quickly invaded his tired body.

He managed to find a dilapidated wall and leaned against it.

There was a faint and shrill noise from the dark alley.

It seemed that some kind of life was trembling in the darkness.

Eric looked up, his eyes regained alertness.

Looking at the place where the sound came from, it was found that a group of moongrass addicts had gathered at a dilapidated ruin at the end of the alley.Filth and depravity condensed in this space.

Eric silently observed the strange faces on the other end. .

Breathing in the oncoming foul-smelling air, he felt hopeless.

In this one, and in the many, many alleys of Ligang Street filled with endless darkness.

Any original humanity would be eroded away.

The Silver Tiger Gang is certainly violent, but as the rule-makers of Ligang Street, at least they still wear a layer of hypocritical order as a cloak.

Once the Silver Tiger Gang fell, it seemed that the small gangs had gained their own benefits, and the entire neighborhood could still maintain a bright balance.

However, anyone who knows a little bit about gangs knows that behind the evenness of power is the burning ambition of each gang.

Disorderly chaos is about to sweep the entire Ligang Street!

Eric thought of this, and the chill in his heart was even worse.

I saw a few poisonous insects wandering over.

He didn't want to be troublesome, so he got up and left silently.

Drifting away in the dark night.

Iger is having the best of times these days.

After defeating the monster, he woke up, went back to Layton Street, changed his clothes, and set off again with Mary.

Then he and the little girl collected the corpses of the gangsters in the house and piled up a hill on the open space opposite the house.

Prevent indoor pests.

At first, Mary was resistant to this matter.

But when Yige explained to her the importance of this matter for the establishment of the church, she gritted her teeth and agreed.

The effect is really outstanding.

After half a month, let alone a bug in the house.

Even outside the house, none of the "bugs" on Ligang Street dared to approach No. 14.

It was also because of this that Yige was able to hire workers from Layton Street to Ligang Street to clean and decorate the temple with a high salary.

When Iger's invitation was first heard, the workers thought he was being sarcastic.

Just kidding, saying that there are no villains in Legang Street is the same as saying that Rand's parasite waived this month's rent.

Dogs don't believe it!

Later, it was the old Drake who spoke for him, and the big guy was willing to follow him to take a look around No. 14, Ligang Street.

After watching it a few times, I found that it was indeed not as smoky as I had imagined, and finally agreed to help him after Yige stepped up his efforts.

Although the mountain of corpses on the opposite side of the house was somewhat disturbing, the workers also figured it out later.

It was the corpses on the opposite side that frightened the villains on Ligang Street and created a peaceful environment for them.

So no one raised an objection to Iger.

However, there are discussions in private about which force is so capable.

He was able to wipe out so many gangsters at once.

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