Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

After sending away these "injuries", Lu Meng lived a peaceful life in Qingyang Street for a few more days.

As expected, no one else came to see him.

Come to think of it, there are only a few hundred people in Qingyang Street, and there are only two doctors here.

Although it cannot be calculated this way, in terms of proportion, this exceeds the "medical conditions" of ancient civilizations.

Lu Meng made a rough calculation. If he charged according to the last consultation fee, treating one patient every day would not be worth the current rent. If he were a normal person, he would be reduced to living in a long-term rental house or even a shack for more than ten yuan in a few days.

No wonder at the beginning, the gang member named Huang Qiu was a little surprised by his expenses.

But these are not within his scope of consideration.

Living here, except that it is inconvenient to use his big cleaver indoors, all other conditions are good.

However, even if he couldn't practice the sword in the room, Lu Meng still adjusted his pace, posture and the propriety when using the sword. He kept practicing and gained a lot in the end.

After all, not every battlefield is in the wild. A long cleaver like this is not designed for indoor street fighting, so it requires more frequent practice to become an all-terrain combat weapon.

Because his left hand was still injured, Lu Meng also practiced with one hand. On the contrary, he gained a lot of experience in using the long sword with one hand.

One-handed, long knife, street fighting... it sounds like an evil way, but the real battlefield changes rapidly, and you may not always have the most suitable weapon in hand.

When the time comes when you are injured, pick up the enemy's weapon and use it.

Otherwise, just like that Shaq, once the defense is broken, he will be slaughtered.

Lu Meng relaxed his body and exhaled.

He opened the door.

"The sun is so big."

Then he turned around and went back to his room to take a nap.

Not just to be lazy.

But he wanted to go out again tonight to catch up on his sleep and get a good night's sleep.

…

"Brother Lu." Peipei stretched out his hand.

"Brother." Lu Meng shook his hand back.

He felt that this young man named Peipei liked shaking hands with others. Obviously, in the wasteland, everyone was not happy to have physical contact with other people.

Perhaps for him, he can get more information from the touch of his hands.

Lu Meng is still dressed in the rattan hat and robe at this moment, and his identity has returned to "Lu Beiyou".

They are currently at the Brotherhood's contact point.

Lu Meng was still thinking about the locksmith training box provided here, so he took this opportunity to practice.

Not surprisingly, Peipei is also there.

Lu Meng thought, why not let this veteran guide him, and he would learn with twice the result with half the effort.

The art of eating is not something that can be taught casually, so the two of them bargained for a while.

In the beginning, Peipei wanted Lu Meng to teach him the "wonderful and empty-hand" stealing technique in return.

But when he saw Lu Meng’s bandaged left hand, he frowned:

"Brother Lu, what are you..."

"oh."

Lu Menghun raised his hand nonchalantly: "Isn't this discovered by the master's family?"

"Tsk, tsk."

Peipei sighed twice and gave up.

It seems that this industry is not easy to work in, and the risks are quite high. He should just continue to be his own technician.

Peipei first let Lu Meng get started and commented:

"It seems that you have some foundation before... It is very simple to use iron wire to open this kind of padlock. You only need to use a harder steel wire to make a hook to press the lock tongue inside... This is the theory. How to implement it requires diligence. Practice more.”

He took out his pin and hook and demonstrated it himself.

"Using appropriate props can also increase the success rate. These two tools can block the rotating core and the top shrapnel at the same time. These tools are all on the shelf over there. You can choose the one you are used to."

Click.

This first-level training box opened in response.

"Okay, that's it." Peipei put away the tools.

At his level, he doesn't even need additional props to open a lock of this level. Now he just demonstrates it to Brother Lu.

He had no intention of continuing to teach him step by step after that, as this would waste his time and not improve his own strength at all.

Lu Meng nodded.

He opened a panel that only he could see, and expanded the detailed skill bar

[Life Skill: Lockpicking 9 (83/100)]

The path to admission is already there, the next step is to try slowly and practice makes perfect.

"It doesn't matter if you're injured." Peipei saw Lu Meng using one hand to explore the keyhole.

"It doesn't matter."

Injury to the left hand will indeed reduce the skill of using the hand, but accordingly, because of the widening skill level difference, as long as you succeed once, you will gain more skill proficiency at once.

Seeing that Lu Meng didn't say anything, Peipei could only shrug and practice his level 3 lock.

In the final analysis, this is Brother Lu's own business. If he is willing to make it more difficult for him, Peipei can't say anything.

Peipei was right about this.

If Lu Meng is going to use the [Lock Picking] skill, his other hand must be holding a knife.

There will not be a safe environment like normal training, where you can concentrate on opening locks.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the collision of lock cylinders and metal wires on both sides. Although it was subtle, it was also extremely clear.

Peipei took the initiative to chat: "Have you heard about the West District Fangshi?"

Lu Meng: "Huh?"

"It's spread in the brotherhood," Peipei oiled the card needle, "It's said that a monster called the 'Fog Man' has come to the hub, and even the people in Fang City have suffered."

"That's really scary."

"Right? I heard that several gangs over there have lost their bosses and are in chaos."

"Then the fog man is so powerful?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that even warriors could fall in. If Brother Tang hadn't told us the news in advance, I don't know what we would have done... Oh, that's right."

Peipei's eyes suddenly lit up: "Then I'll tell you this news. Do you have anything in exchange for me?"

Ganqing is making this idea.

"No." Lu Meng just continued to focus on picking the lock:

"You also said that it has spread throughout the Brotherhood, so Old Tang must have told me the news about the Fog Man. The value of your information is nothing at all."

It seems that Old Tang did not reveal that he was the source of the news about the "Fog Man Invasion", but only reminded others internally to be prepared.

This can also save a lot of trouble.

Lu Meng thought for a while: "Unless you know the situation in Fangshi South District."

"Southern District, it's difficult to place people there, and we don't have many brothers." Peipei recalled, "But compared to the chaos in the Western District, the Southern District is indeed much quieter. Isn't this abnormal?"

Lu Meng also agreed.

In that operation, He Falcon only sent one newly promoted Shaq warrior to coordinate the investigation, which shows that he kept all the real elites by his side.

After Wu Xin reported the news, He Falcon still stood still. He had no intention of supporting the Western District, nor did he take the opportunity to infiltrate. It was hard to tell whether he was worried about the same problem happening in his own jurisdiction.

Maybe it’s not a worry, but it’s already happened?

He stood up.

"Aren't you going to practice?" Peipei said casually.

Lu Meng held up the fallen lock: "It's been opened."

"Next, try switching to Level 2."

"Opening the lock with one hand, tsk...you kid might just be qualified for this job."

[Unlocking 9→10 (Basic)]