Although it was evening, the hall on holidays was still crowded with people, each with their own thoughts, and they all showed strange looks.

The porter, with his hands in the pockets of his coat, stood asleep, knowing that the time for a special income was far away, and that he could not afford to let go of his spirits too early.

The air was very dry, and people felt a slight pressure on their breathing. The street lights that have just been turned on seem to be a little darker than usual, and it seems that all the characters are in a foggy dream.

"The air quality here is really poor. Xia Ye complained, sniffed the smell on his clothes, wrinkled his nose, and planned to find a cheap hotel nearby for a night.

It's just that the afterglow is swept away, and the cold light in a person's hand has been seen.

The man hurried towards him, newspaper in hand, and slammed into him like he didn't have long eyes.

Xia Ye sighed helplessly, took a step back, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the pickpocket's wrist, "Brother, you go to the rich, don't keep staring at us poor people, okay?"

"What are you talking about?" the pickpocket was neatly dressed, dressed in casual clothes, and the person dressed like a dog scolded Xia Ye angrily.

I thought that this four-eyed boy with a canvas bag looked dull and looked like he hadn't woken up, but who knew that he was caught by others before he started to do it.

Seeing that his accomplice was arrested, several other men not far from Xia Ye were about to lean over here, and one hand was already in his pocket.

At the same time, there were more people watching the excitement around, which caused a small commotion...

"If you're lucky, remember to find a rich man next time. Natsuno let go of the pickpocket and turned to walk towards the crowd.

The pickpocket was pleasantly surprised, glanced at the distance, and hurriedly left, and the few people who were about to surround him also returned to their original positions when they saw this, pretending to do their own business as if nothing happened.

After leaving, Xia Ye found a nearby hotel, took a shower, and after dinner, he was strolling down the street. He didn't feel affected by what happened at the station just now.

While taking a walk, you can enjoy the traffic of the metropolis, which is intertwined with neon.

When he passed under the pedestrian bridge, he saw a little girl asking for food, not only dressed very thinly in winter, but also tattered, with a red nose from the cold, and was rubbing her hands back and forth.

Xia Ye touched the few hundred yuan left after paying the room fee just now, walked up to the little girl, and put the money into her basin.

Although my money is also tight, it doesn't matter, who calls me a good person.

"Thank you, thank you, uncle. The little girl looked at the red ticket, was very excited, and kept kowtowing to Xia Ye.

Because she has finally completed her task today, she doesn't have to be beaten and starved.

Xia Ye smiled, did not speak, looking at the look on the little girl's face that kept changing back and forth, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, turned around and walked to the corner, found a piece of advertising paper on the mat, sat down on the steps, and while playing with the snake, he stared at the little girl over there, waiting for the person who was about to appear.

After a while, a young man with dyed yellow hair came to the little girl, looked at the money in the basin, and said with a smile: "Good job." Very good. I'll pick you up later. With that, he grabbed the money from the basin, put it in his pocket, and left in style, not knowing that a shadow followed him behind him.

Along the way, he collected money from more than a dozen children one after another, and then walked to his base camp with satisfaction.

After going around, the yellow-haired young man walked into an alley, came to a compound without a mouth, rang the doorbell, and waited for a while before a man with a one-eyed dragon came to open the door.

Walking into the courtyard, the yellow-haired young man laughed loudly: "Today's harvest is good, have a good meal." ”

After hearing this, the one-eyed dragon also became happy, "It seems that those little rabbit cubs are still working hard today, and when the time comes, I will bring them back and give them more to eat." ”

"Eat as much as you can, because you may not be able to eat in the future. Xia Ye pushed open the door and walked in step by step, his eyes were cold, and he said in a low voice.

The three people in the courtyard were stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a man of medium to thin stature wearing a black sweatshirt and thick black-framed glasses walking in.

"Who are you?" the one-eyed dragon scolded viciously and walked over, reaching out to push Natsuno.

Seeing this, Xia Ye pulled his hand violently, pulled Scarface in front of him, and punched him in the stomach.

The one-eyed dragon fell down at once, unable to straighten his waist, his forehead was bruised, and he slowly fell to the ground, his face full of pain and bitter bile, unable to make a sound.

The remaining two knew that they had encountered a hard stubble, and the yellow-haired young man hurriedly said: "Brother, what is there to say, there is no need to use force, if we offend you in any way, we will make amends." ”

While talking to Xia Ye, the yellow-haired young man quietly glanced at the short man not far away.

The short man was holding a knife, and this time he had quietly gone around Xia Ye's back and stabbed it out violently.

Xia Ye, who had long been aware of all this, turned sideways beautifully, dodged the fatal knife, kicked the short man out of the air, and hit the courtyard wall, the knife fell to the side, and the person was silent.

"Is this your reparation?" Xia Ye walked over and picked up the knife, looked at the yellow-haired young man, and said jokingly.

The yellow-haired young man was excited, he knew that it was not good, and he wanted to run away, but he didn't run far away, and a flying knife was accurately inserted into his calf, and the blood flowed.

He couldn't care about the wound, endured the pain, was lame, and wanted to run again, but Xia Ye had already come to you and looked at him coldly.

"If you dare to move again, you will die. ”

Huang Mao, who was lame on one leg, knelt down with a puff, and said with a handful of snot and tears: "Uncle, if there is anything that offends you, I will make amends, no matter what, as long as you let me go." ”

"Are those kids under your control?"

When the yellow-haired young man heard this, he was wronged: "Big brother, this is all made by others, I am just eating on the road." ”

"Who told you to do it?"

"This—" The yellow-haired young man glanced at the one-eyed dragon that had not yet recovered his strength.

Xia Ye, who understood it, pulled out the knife on the yellow hairy leg, turned around and walked over, and stuck a knife in the vest of the one-eyed dragon, and the one-eyed dragon twitched a few times, and died.

"Now you can say it. Natsuno came up to him and crouched down on one knee.

The yellow-haired young man who witnessed this scene was terrified, and stammered: "Nan... Nancheng District's. Green Gang. ”

"Okay, got it. ”

Xia Ye looked at him and smiled secretly, and at some point there was an extra knife in his hand, and a cold mang, inserted into his heart, and turned to leave.

The yellow-haired young man looked down at the knife stuck in his chest, his pupils dilated, and he couldn't bat at a glance.