Chapter 1013: 995 gang

Chapter 1013 995. Gang

The residence of the Mud Gang is a large courtyard forcibly enclosed among a group of crooked buildings.

After passing the gate, a gatekeeper carefully confirmed his identity, and Marsh was able to lead the two people inside.

The ground in this yard is just as bad as the outside. The yard is not empty, but there are many simple small buildings built inside.

It seems that rent collection is also one of the ways of income for the Mud Gang.

An addict whose eyes go straight after taking anesthetic powder, and his nose keeps running and he sneezes.

There are also cheap prostitutes who hold a piece of cloth to their chests and wear tattered dresses.

Even if they live in the city outside this courtyard, although these people will still have their current occupations, their living standards will be higher than here.

Because here, not only do they still have to work as poisonous insects and prostitutes, but most of their income has to be given to the Mud Gang.

Hangsters squeeze people just like a juicer squeezes the fruit inside.

The gangsters will not stop until they crush people from the inside out into a pulp that cannot even sustain their own lives.

This was originally a two-story tavern, but now it has become a gang residence.

They cannot defeat the higher-level gangs, and to maintain their existence they need to deal harshly with ordinary people at the lower levels who are unable to resist.

Triss seemed to feel the fluctuations in Lan En's mood. She stood beside Lan En silently and hugged his arm under the cloak.

There were quite a few of them on the road just now, and there was only a small piece of them when we lifted them up.

That face with a layer of black chap and tattoos was so twisted that he was about to cry.

There should be daggers, daggers, iron-clad short sticks and the like in there.

It was as if a mouth that had been opened to the limit, full of sharp teeth and filled with heat, had been placed on the back of his neck.

Lan En followed Marsh and looked around, looking at the prostitutes with trembling thighs and the cleaners cleaning up the uncontrollable bodies of the poisonous insects.

Marsh lowered his head and did not dare to look at Lan En, and brought them in.

The corners of his mouth stiffened a little.

We walked tremblingly all the way to the deepest part of the yard.

They are both in the same gang, but the gang boss seems to be ready to kill Francis and his gang at any time.

At the same time, Marsh, who was leading the way, felt nothing, but inexplicably, his teeth began to chatter, and violent panic appeared in vain.

Apparently this is Skechers, the leader of the Mud Gang.

The more gangsters make a living in a harsh environment, the more ruthless they will be in this regard.

In front of him, Francis Belan, whom he met on the road just now, was leading his people to be questioned by the boss.

The bard's performance seat in the tavern was now occupied by a chair, and a lean man with protruding eyes and lifeless eyes was sitting on it.

But the situation in the room now is not optimistic. More people vaguely surround this group of people in a small area in front of Skechers.

Lan En and Triss, who had just entered the door, watched this scene.

There are quite a few people standing in the whole house now.

The atmosphere was very stagnant. The people surrounded and the people surrounded looked at each other coldly, and someone from each of them put their hands under their clothes.

The atmosphere relaxed, and the two groups of people who originally glared at each other and bowed their waists relaxed their bodies on guard.

As if to break the tense atmosphere, Skechers shouted towards the door.

“Marsh!”

"I saw you, **** bastard. Come here and tell us where the halfling went? He owes us a lot of money."

The person whose name was called from the edge of the crowd trembled all over, like a frightened quail.

He moved with difficulty and moved toward the center of the room.

He walked a few steps for at least half a minute before he walked slowly to Skechers' side.

“Old, boss.”

Skeech's original intention was to use Marsh's errand to lighten the atmosphere, and not to make it so tense. If one of his subordinates took anesthetic powder and became unconscious, it would be uneconomical to start a fight with Francis immediately.

But he didn't expect Marsh to act like a frightened quail now.

? You are simply embarrassing yourself in front of Francis by acting like this!

Skeech's tone darkened due to Marsh's performance.

"What do you mean by this cowardice? No gain? How dare you come back without gain?"

Marsh's order was to wait outside Dudu's house until the halfling appeared, and then bring him back directly.

But now he obviously has nothing.

The gangster leader swallowed his saliva, thinking about what he had been told on the way back. His throat felt dry, but he still stuttered and spoke under the inexplicable fear.

"I, we didn't see the halfling, boss. We haven't seen it yet. We've been waiting for several days. If it doesn't work, you can give me more clues. I can send people to look for him while I wait. At least I have something to do. "

“So just because you didn’t expect anyone, you dared to come back empty-handed?”

Finally, Skechers’ dead fish-like eyes left Francis for the first time and turned to Marsh.

 Now is the critical period when the gang has found a new way to make money and is about to open up the market. He suspects that Marsh is giving him eye drops.

But when he looked at the gangster leader, he only found that his face was dull.

“.There are no other clues.”

Perhaps because he still had some trust in Marsh, Skechers answered him.

"You just need to bring that **** halfling dwarf to me, and his money! If that doesn't work, just people! Do you understand?"

At this time, Marsh would of course understand it and would even nod obsequiously.

But it’s different today.

He frowned and his pupils trembled in panic: "Tell me more, boss. I really haven't seen anyone."

"If you don't see anyone, keep waiting! Don't touch anything in the house, don't sell it for money, don't smash it. Just wait for him to come back. What I want is people! You stupid **** has taken too many drugs today. Can’t you understand people?”

“No, of course he understands human language.”

At the door, in the shadow of the candlelight, a voice came out steadily and quietly.

The wooden floor creaked under the weight, and the thick leather boots soles stepped on the wooden board.

A tall figure wearing a wide cloak, half silhouette revealed from the shadows.