Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

"What are you going to do today, Zuojian?"

Narcissa and Zuo Jian walked on the street, looking at the streets of Columbia which were still bustling even in the middle of the night. Or was this the norm in this city?

"Today, let me think... By the way, have you not had breakfast yet?"

"But, it seems to be night now?"

Narcissa pointed to the twin moons in the sky.

"Did you just wake up?"

Listening to Zuo Jian's question, she nodded.

Because Zuo Jian was sleeping during the day, she slept too, so in a sense she was also suffering from jet lag.

"Then if I say it's morning, it's morning, and subordinates are not allowed to refute my words, understand?"

"Oh."

Then, Zuo Jian squinted his eyes, looked around, found a fast food restaurant, and walked in with Narcissa.

......

...

"Listen carefully. Don't leave before I come back. Do you understand? Otherwise, your fate will be..."

"Well, I'm not leaving."

Even before Zuo Jian could finish his words, Narcissa was already sitting there and nodding obediently.

"....Just tell the store clerk if you want to eat anything."

After Zuo Jian finished speaking, he turned around and gave the clerk some instructions. Still feeling a little worried, he raised his hand, quietly dug out a pupil from his palm, and placed it in the corner of the store.

After finishing everything, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Now he could finally do something...things he thought were necessary.

He walked onto the street, ignoring the people around him who were surprised by the sudden appearance of a strange figure wearing a paper bag hood, and quickly turned into the alleys of the city, beginning to look for the "prey" he needed.

After casually wandering around the streets with few people, it is like a land full of vitality and everything is flourishing.

Zuo Jian found his target with almost no effort.

A few thugs dressed strangely with all kinds of nails and rings on their bodies were leaning against an abandoned pipe covered with large areas of graffiti.

He narrowed his eyes and looked around them again, finding the various sticks they had placed in the corner.

There is a slight smell of blood on it.

Obviously, there is no mistake.

At least he was almost certain that these guys were probably the "old guns" in this area.

After standing there and adjusting his clothes a little, Zuo Jian walked towards the group of people with big strides.

The other party obviously also noticed Zuo Jian, or rather, noticed the figure in a black suit and a funny paper bag on his head.

After all, it's hard not to notice this weird guy standing there.

However, I didn’t expect that this person would actually take the initiative to move forward.

A few thugs threw away the cigarettes in their hands and walked straight to the left room.

"Hey, look at what this is, man, what's up? We're not fried chicken fans, if you want to recommend something good, you might as well give us your wallet first..."

A gangster walked up to Zuo Jian and was about to say something, when the next moment, a powerful gust of air swept over!

Zuo Jian raised his arm as if to drive away a mosquito, and then the nearest gangster flew backwards and fell into the trash can.

"Colombian swear words, you..."

The remaining thugs didn't even get to finish their words before they saw the guy who had just been mocked for carrying a funny paper bag move.

Like a swift beast, within a few breaths, almost everyone who approached was sent flying backwards with screams.

The remaining thugs finally realized the threat and just as they were about to raise their weapons, they only felt a slight cold wind passing through their chests.

As a few snapping sounds were heard, they stared in amazement at the baseball bat and steel pipe that were broken into two pieces in their hands, as well as their clothes that were cut open on their chests. There were some fine bloodstains on the exposed skin. If they were a little deeper, they would be killed on the spot!

Behind Zuo Jian, a slender tail covered with a jet-black multi-segmented shell and with a blade-like tip swayed casually.

Just at that moment, this thing cut off their weapons.

"

Who are you...?"

Brush it! !

The black shadow once again rushed towards them like a bullet, and after a few muffled groans, only one of the last few thugs was still standing, and the rest were thrown to the ground like garbage.

"Don't worry, I have no ill intentions. I just want to ask you for a small favor."

Zuo Jian's deep voice, filled with fear and murderous aura, almost frightened the gangster to the ground.

"You have too many friends. I don't like noisy environments, so I'll let them get some sleep. Okay, let me ask you, which gang are you from?"

"....Cripple...Cripple Gang..."

"Do you know where your boss is?"

"No, no, no, I don't know..."

"Ok?"

Zuo Jian's voice stretched out, and then the blade quietly climbed up the gangster's neck.

"No no no, I know! I know!"

"very good."

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Looking at the gangster in front of him with weak legs, Zuo Jian sighed.

Alas, as expected, I am just an art student and cannot handle many things.

For example, how a gangster should behave.

Although I have some memories of my body in Victoria to refer to, there are still many things that cannot be restored by memory alone.

For example, your own demeanor.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered that he had the best teaching case in Columbia.

After all, they are all gangs. If you refer to the postures of the gang leaders in Colombia, they should be similar...

perhaps....

Zuo Jian stopped, then looked up and saw the unfinished building in front of him that looked like a garbage dump...

"Is this... your boss's residence?"

"Oh yes...really!"

(Hot knowledge, Amei’s gang is really not doing well, and has successfully evolved from the mafia to the level of street thugs)

Chapter 80 Good evening

"....Sir...Sir...do you...do you have anything else to say..."

In the dirty and damp building, a man with his upper body naked was kneeling on the ground. His hideous tattoo looked a little funny under the flickering light.

At this moment, almost everyone in the gang turned their eyes with some fear towards the figure in a black suit and a paper bag on his head.

Zuo Jian sat casually on a tattered leather sofa, his lazy temperament mixed with a hint of threat.

"Wow, what a rare view."

He leaned back on the sofa, then curiously picked up the exquisite iron box on the table.

With a click, the iron box opened, revealing the neatly arranged cigarettes inside.

The gang leader kneeling in the front seemed to realize something, and quickly climbed forward to the left side and took out a lighter to light it...

Before the former could say anything, the tobacco between his fingers had already been lit.

Zuo Jian glanced at the gang leader next to him helplessly. He was originally just curious whether the tobacco used by the gangs was mixed with some "stuff", so he took it out to take a look, but this guy climbed up and lit it for him.

The key is that this action looks inexplicably skillful.

"Huh, you're really good at assessing the situation, you."

“That’s, that’s… ahhh…”

Before the other person could finish his words, he felt a burning sensation on the back of his hand. He looked up and found that the pair of dark hands were holding the lit cigarette butt and pressing it on the back of his hand to put it out.

"But I don't like guys who take the initiative. Don't come up to me with a self-righteous look—"

His voice became colder and colder, and before he could finally say "get out", the gang leader had already subconsciously rolled away in a physical way.

However, before coming into close contact with the earth, the other party looked at the cigarette that had just been lit and then violently extinguished and fell to the ground, revealing an expression of pain.

.....Tsk.

"Listen carefully. Next, I will ask questions and you will answer them. I don't like to hear nonsense. Think about it before you speak. If you don't need your brain—"

"Understand?"

"We understand! We understand!"

"Very good, then, you are the leader, right? Come up and show me how you usually act like a gang leader."

Zuo Jian stood up and pointed at the guy through the paper bag with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Ah?!? You, what are you talking about..."

boom! ! ! !

Before he could finish his words, the opponent's entire body flew out like a cannonball and hit the wall directly!

Under the stunned gazes of everyone, Zuo Jian slowly retracted his leg that was about to kick the person, and then used the slender tail of the blade to pull the person back from the wall.

"I said I don't want to hear any nonsense, understand?"

"Ahem...I understand! I understand!"

"very good."

Zuo Jian grabbed the man's collar and threw him directly into the sofa beside him.

Afterwards, he slowly sat down in a corner, and the aura he exuded made it difficult for people to even breathe.

"Come on, then.

Show me what a gang leader looks like."

“Yes…Yes…”

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The gap is a bit big.

Half an hour later, Zuo Jian leaned against the corner of the alley, took out a notebook, and then quietly wrote on it with a pen.

The level of gangs in Colombia is far behind that in Victoria... no, it should be compared only to those gangs in Londinium.

Although I had expected this, I didn't expect the gap to be so big.

First of all, the gang ecosystem here is almost entirely composed of unemployed vagrants, violent elements or criminals, and they are all engaged in standard... or fundamentalist gangster activities without exception.

Including but not limited to highway robbery, collecting protection fees, smuggling drugs and other contraband...

Although it doesn't sound like a good thing, but.... I always feel that....

It's quite different from the gang in Londinium.

The latter own fixed assets, and when they are involved in some territorial disputes or suppressing other gangs, the police dare not even interfere.

And the black industries they are engaged in are more advanced...or in other words...more unscrupulous.

As for the gangs here... first of all, their fixed assets... first of all, those junks in the garbage dumps on the streets can definitely be considered assets. Secondly, I don't know if it's a historical problem or if the gangs come from various types of heroes, but they are extremely incompatible with local security agencies or police stations.

Even the higher-level local gangs have a stalemate and rigid relationship with the police, rather than moving towards some kind of cooperative relationship in some way.

"After all, they are two different countries, with different cultural, political and ecological environments... But at least we didn't gain nothing..."

Zuo Jian lowered his head and looked at the black box at his feet.