Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

In the middle of the night, there are two full moons.

Yashi Street.

In the open-air station of the Wugen Gang, a man in black sat at the table, minding his own business and filling a bowl with water.

The water ripples shook and scattered the moon shadow.

A warrior next to the man couldn't help but say: "My lord, with all due respect, it would be better to boil this dew and drink it."

After seeing what was in the fog, he felt really uncomfortable.

The man in black was He Falcon. He shook his head: "This is the dew at the hub station. Have you ever seen it before in all the years you have been here?"

"No."

"Yeah, what a rare thing." He Falcon picked up the water and drank it all in one gulp. "You can also smell a rancid smell from it, as if it came from those troublemakers."

He seemed to be still savoring it.

The warrior dared not speak.

"Just because of this dew, drinking water sales in Fangshi have dropped a lot." He Xuan tapped the edge of the bowl.

"That guy Ken Li is angry. Although his well has not been dug dry, as long as he doesn't sell it, he feels that he has lost money."

"How do you think Wei Yi handled it?" he asked the warrior beside him.

The warrior stated truthfully: "Director Wei seems to have taken no action in this regard. He is already worried about the fog man."

"It's not that he doesn't want to take action, he's more anxious than Ken Li if he can't sell water." He Shuan laughed: "If Ken Li can't make money and just feels that he's bleeding a little, then Wei Yi will think that it's him. The flesh was cut off piece by piece.”

“Almost all the scavengers fled, and many of the street’s incomes were unsustainable. Their miners could only huddle in the streets. Without a source of income, residents had to rely on their savings, which was not much in the first place.

"What's even worse is that gangs can't drive out these debt-ridden people like they used to. Now is the time when they are short of manpower. Whether they are building fortifications or pulling them out to defend against the Fog Men, they have to rely on these young men.

"At this time, worrying about the money for selling water or raising prices for other commodities will not help. It will only create more and more paupers who are not afraid of death. These people will spread like an epidemic and turn more residents into We have to be like them, and whether Wei Yi, the supervisor, will still be able to sit still is another matter."

He Shuan arbitrarily commented on the supervisor next door, and their relationship was not harmonious.

His tone was joking, as if he would not encounter these problems himself.

that's the truth.

As the current nominal leader of the Wugen Gang, the warrior knows this very well.

The southern district does have fog men that are no less threatening than the western district, but under He Falcon's governance, the spread of these monsters is far less rapid.

They found that if the fog people had obtained enough food or sacrifices, they were more inclined to build enclosures in place.

As a result, the scavengers were sent to the front line one after another, euphemistically called to be recruited to resist the threat, but in fact they were tributes to the Fog Man.

This trick really works.

The fog people were restricted to a small area, and there were new humans waiting to be processed in the paddock every day, so their willingness to attack and spread was not that strong.

This is not a complicated solution.

According to He Falcon, this is just reusing scavengers who would have fled.

If possible, I believe Wei Yi would do the same.

It's just that the gang under Director Wei is far from as unified and strong in execution as the Wugen Gang.

However, the number of streets in He Falcon's jurisdiction was also smaller. He had to merge and "optimize" several times before he could barely control it.

The result of sacrificing the scavengers is to maintain the stability of the streets. As a price, the residents will naturally have to pay more rent and taxes.

This leaves the South Side being much less affected than the West Side.

The goods from the Eastern District are now mainly flowing into He Falcon's jurisdiction, and there is still room for profit.

This is why He Falcon can still leisurely enjoy the cool weather outside, admire the moon, and point out the country.

but.

This is not their main purpose today.

He Falcon's men removed the bowls and replaced them with ale, which was specially brought back from the Xizhen Tavern.

Although He Falcon has never been there in person since the young bartender resigned, he still can't get rid of the feeling of alcohol.

Can make people intoxicated.

And excitement.

A little sideshow would be even better.

He looked towards the square in front of him.

There was a large open space surrounded by a fence. In the center of the open space was a thick wooden post with an archery target hung on it.

There is a person tied under the arrow target.

This man was covered in scars, his head was lowered, and he was weak.

He was tortured before he was brought here.

He Falcon sighed.

An "ordinary" gang member, and one of the three people he had high hopes for.

They were sent out to find the scavenger, but there was no news about a woman. A Shaq was lucky enough to become a warrior, but died in the action.

As the supervisor, he learned from Wu Xin everything that happened at that time.

Lu Meng appeared again, not only alive and well, but also brought them this unexpected surprise.

Although there is no definite news that Shaq Jiage was killed by Lu Meng, can't He Falcon still imagine it?

This is a demonstration against yourself.

Just like Song Chai at that time.

As for the gangster who was tied up, he was the only one among the three mentioned above who came back alive with a shy face.

"What a waste."

Whenever he sees this person appear in front of him, this sentence will ring in He Falcon's heart.

It seems to be scolding this gang.

It seemed like he was scolding himself.

When he thought of this, his heart felt as if he was being bitten by a poisonous snake.

He stretched out his hand, and the warrior on the side handed the strung crossbow into his hand.

"I'll give you three opportunities." He Falcon said.

Just after hearing these words, the tied man's face became even paler due to blood loss.

aim.

emission.

...missed the target.

He Falcon exhaled and drank another glass of ale to calm down the veins on his arms that looked like they were filled with snake venom.

"Second arrow."

bump!

The crossbow bolt hit the target above the man's head, almost hitting the target.

He Falcon showed a smile, and while asking the warriors around him to wind up their strings, he joked:

"It is said that nobles in ancient times never competed with others, with the exception of archery. This is probably the current situation."

"What the Lord said makes sense, it is the magnanimity of a noble."

The warrior held up the crossbow with both hands, locked the buckle, and tightened the bowstring.

"Do you have the bearing of a noble...I heard that the United City also likes this kind of game."

He Falcon took the crossbow again and said to the tied man.

"Because you made me feel better, consider this last arrow as my kindness to you."

The man on the torture stake was trembling and did not dare to answer.

He Falcon aimed at the bull's-eye.

Then he shifted the angle of the crossbow downwards by a few inches.

"Lord, spare my life!" Seeing this, the man shouted hurriedly.

Whoosh!

The crossbow arrow passed by his neck.

The man was paralyzed with fear. If he hadn't been tied to the torture stake, he would have fallen to the ground on the spot.

"Thank you, Lord, for sparing my life." He said with force.

It seems that even though I have no merit, I still have hard work.

He Falcon said nothing.

"Someone is looking for you," a member of the gang came up and whispered, "It's from the president's side."

He dropped the crossbow in disinterest and left alone.

The warrior, the leader of the Wugen Gang, walked towards the fence.

"Sir, can I go?" the man asked hopefully.

"You don't understand Lord He Falcon very well." The warrior shook his head: "He is aiming at your throat."

"If I were you, I wouldn't interfere with him or try to dodge the arrow."

"You have wasted his kindness."

"What do you mean?" An ominous premonition arose in the man's heart.

The warrior waved his hand, and several gang members brought a cage covered with black cloth and placed it in the fence.

They carefully opened the lock and ran out quickly.

The black cloth fell, and a creature with limbs as thin as firewood crawled out.

It's the fog man.

It looked curiously at the human being struggling crazily on the torture stake.

…

"We don't have enough medicine." Lu Meng, an old doctor who had a busy day, said to Fan Fei.

"Do you have any solution channels?"

I’m ready to wrap up this stage of the plot, please slow down the update...