Everyone Survives In The Fog

30 minutes later, on the top floor of Xianyu Qiong Building.

A comatose, muscular man was placed on a hospital bed. He was the Thunder Bear who was abandoned after the battle failed.

Next to it, a wheelchair made of thorns and vines slowly approached carrying a young man.

An Changlin spoke slowly and said, "Meng Xuemin, how is his injury?"

Meng Xuemin respectfully replied: "Fortunately among the misfortunes, although there were a lot of facial fractures, luckily the head was not injured and it was just a slight concussion. I hope I can recover slowly if I rest for a while."

"That's okay. Prepare him a few bottles of good-grade healing potions, brew them and take them every day to help him recover as quickly as possible."

"Okay, boss."

Thunder Bear's situation was not as serious as An Changlin imagined.

Although he was directly attacked in the face and the attack was very powerful, Thunder Bear's physical fitness was not compromised and he withstood it.

An Changlin also sighed very much. He didn't expect that ordinary-level battles could be so exciting.

What's more, I didn't expect that such an amazing talent was only at the ordinary level.

At this time, he suddenly asked again: "By the way, I asked you to check the situation of that young man, did you find out?"

Meng Xuemin responded quickly, saying: "We have already had someone check him out. He no longer has a shelter. He lives in a gathering place."

"Which region?"

"Right next door in the 8th District, they have a slum area. They have built many small floors. You can rent a house there for a very low price."

"Oh? Is it a small high-rise building that was recently built?"

An Changlin showed a look of understanding, and he couldn't help but recall the situation in that slum area in his mind.

It was in District 8, outside the core commercial area and near the outer border. There were 12 apartment-style houses built by the organization.

Each building has six floors, each floor can accommodate 20 households, and can accommodate a population of 1,440 households.

But along with it, the living area of ​​each household is very small, only about 15 square meters, and the internal living environment is also very poor.

But the only advantage is that the price is very cheap and can be afforded by many ordinary survivors, so this place is also called a slum.

An Changlin asked doubtfully: "With that young man's strength, let alone being rich and powerful, how can he have enough food and clothing? How can he live in a slum area?"

"That's it!" Meng Xuemin took out a "Mist Survival Manual", opened a few photos and said, "I found someone to follow him secretly. He often goes in and out of a pharmacy in the 8th District to buy medicines to treat chronic diseases."

"Buying drugs? For himself?"

Meng Xuemin shook his head: "It shouldn't be for him, but for his girlfriend."

"???" An Changlin raised his eyebrows and said in disbelief: "What are you talking about? How old is he? How come he still has a girlfriend?"

Meng Xuemin scratched his head and persuaded: "Ahem, this shouldn't be the point. The point is that his girlfriend should have a chronic disease, and he should earn money to buy medicine to treat the disease."

An Chenggong nodded and murmured to himself: "If that's the case, then it will be easier to handle."

Then he ordered: "Meng Xuemin, please accompany me to District 8, and I will have a chat with that young man."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

30 minutes later.

Meng Xuemin pushed his wheelchair and walked into the gate of District 8.

At this time, there were already people waiting. When they saw An Changlin arriving, they immediately went to greet him.

As Qi Yuan's younger brother and half the manager of District 7, his status is naturally extraordinary, and most of the middle and high-level people know him.

If he suddenly comes to District 8, the senior officials in District 8 will naturally notice.

When An Changlin saw the visitor, he just exchanged a few words, then waved his hand and said, "I'm just here to hang out, you don't need to pay too much attention.

After sending the people away, An Changlin had a clear goal and headed directly towards the civilian area.

With their status, they had already investigated the young man's situation thoroughly. Including the room he lives in, daily life dynamics, etc.

So, it didn’t take long to find the person...

In the slum area, at the door of Room 502 in Building 10, Meng Xuemin knocked on the door.

What followed was a vigilant "Who?!"

"In District 7, the people from the Xianyu Qionglou underground gambling arena are here to give you the final payment."

The young man was extremely vigilant and asked curiously: "I don't usually go there, so why did it come to my door today? Also, how do you know where I live?"

"We..." Meng Xuemin wanted to explain something, but An Changlin stopped him.

An Changlin's clear voice sounded and he said calmly: "I am the boss of Xianyu Qionglou. I want to meet you and talk about some things. I wonder if I can give you a favor?"

The room was quiet for five seconds, and then the door opened with a "click".

A man with a messy chicken coop on his head. A tall, thin young man with unusually sharp bones appeared in front of the two of them.

Although his eyes behind his messy hair looked unusually calm, his nervousness could be seen from the tense muscles all over his body.

"You came to me, what's the matter?"

An Changlin smiled, without any cover-up, but said directly: "I watched your game today and admire your ability very much! So I want to ask you if you are willing to work under me!"

"I surrender to you?" The young man was extremely sober and quickly understood the meaning of his words.

An Changlin did not deny it: "It's almost the same, but we will provide a very generous reward."

Hearing the word "reward", the young man smiled bitterly and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "A generous reward...how generous can it be? A few hundred? A few thousand?"

This is not the first time that the young man has encountered this situation today.

He was able to win eight consecutive victories in the underground gambling arena, which naturally attracted the attention of many people. More than one force had already approached him and wanted to take him under his wing.

However, most of the people who come to him are small forces, their own strength is relatively weak, and the price they offer is not high.

After all, the real big forces would not put their thoughts on an ordinary-level child.

After experiencing it several times, the young man became immune to this situation.

However, An Changlin's next words shocked him: "How about the first reward is to help heal your girlfriend?"

"What...what do you mean!"

For the first time, there was a tremor in the young man's calm voice.

An Changlin sat in his wheelchair with a faint smile on his face. He met the young man's eyes without hesitation and said calmly: "That's what you understand."

The young man's expression finally showed a trace of emotion. After thinking calmly for a few seconds, he said with a helpless smile: "It seems that you are well prepared, but it is a pity that you do not understand her condition."

"Oh? Then can you tell me more specifically? Maybe we can really do something about it!"

The young man lowered his head again, thought quietly for a long time, and finally slowly uttered a few words: "Okay, you guys come in and take a look."