"Uncle, give me something to eat!" Du Feng was surrounded by a few local children, who had been following Du Feng since the breakfast stall, and their desire for food could be seen in their eyes.

Compared to last night's black bar, it was a brutal, war-torn city that consumed a lot of supplies, patches of farming turned into scorched earth, herds of livestock were slaughtered as live targets by passing soldiers, and the only food left was long enough to support everyone's lives.

At this time, the unfairness between people will become particularly serious, and the peaceful country will closely reflect the fairness in power and money, and in this case, the injustice will gradually rise to the necessities such as food.

Du Feng did not choose to give alms, in other words, this kind of charity is useless, for this country that desperately wants to survive, only peace is the most needed thing.

You can give alms once or twice, but after that, people have an adaptability, and once they see too much and numb their hearts, the scene in front of them does not arouse pity.

Besenia is the same, her focus is only on Du Feng.

She just followed Du Feng all the way, and soon came to a dilapidated building.

Looking at this building, which was no different from the ruins, Du Feng hesitated for a moment, and after making sure that it was the address he had gotten, he walked in.

Besenia continued to follow Du Feng, she didn't ask Du Feng the purpose of coming here, these are not important to her, and there is no need to ask where her employer goes, just follow her, and she didn't find out herself, since the two chatted last night, she was subconsciously wanting to get close to Du Feng. It's a very strange feeling, like some kind of summoning, or some kind of reassurance.

"Is Mr. Zhao there?" Du Feng walked down the tube building, came to a door, knocked on the iron door and said.

Du Feng has already learned Zhao's name from the black bar, Zhao Ning, he used to be a Chinese, and now he has a local nationality, making a living by playing black boxing, and lives in this tube building.

After a while, there was a cough from behind the door, followed by a man's voice: "Who?"

His voice was hoarse, as if he was sliding his nails over a glass pane, which was harsh. Probably the wails from the ghosts of hell are nothing more than that.

"Liu Feng. Du Feng said in Chinese.

Hearing Du Feng's name, Besenia on the side shook slightly, but this reaction was fleeting and did not attract Du Feng's attention.

"Are you Mr. Liu?" the other side of the door also answered in Chinese, but this time it may be because it was in Chinese, and the voice was not so deep.

"Click!" The iron door opened, and it was covered with large and small bandages, and Zhao Ning, who was sitting in a wheelchair, appeared in front of Du Feng's eyes.

"Mr. Liu, thank you for coming, thanks to you yesterday. Zhao Ning said, raising his only remaining movable hand, and made a gesture of please.

Du Feng didn't feel anything unusual about Zhao Ning's politeness, because after the end of the game last night, the black boxing champion was unable to pay for the medical bills, and he only got the necessary treatment after paying in advance.

Just looking at Zhao Ning's gauze, which was large and small, almost the same as a patch, Du Feng still had a question about the doctor who treated him.

Especially since there were still a lot of yellowed strips of cloth on his body, Du Feng couldn't help but scold in his heart: "What a quack!"

However, in this case, Du Feng didn't say it, and he didn't reveal anything, he just nodded and said, "Everyone is from Huaxia, so if you can help, you naturally have to help." ”

To be honest, the doctor's medical skills are not very good, but Du Feng still has to admire and admire the tenacity of his vitality, last night, this guy was bitten by a lion, although the wound on his body is not fatal, but it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to be seriously injured, after a simple bandaging overnight, it is also a miracle that he can push a wheelchair by himself.

"Huaxia people!" Zhao Ning just nodded gratefully, which was considered to be a response to Du Feng.

Looking up, he seemed to notice that Besenia at the door was a little raw, and asked, "Who is this?"

"His wife!" Besenia replied preemptively, this sentence was unexpected, and Besenia also used Chinese.

Du Feng turned around and wanted to say something, but was pushed by Besenia with a look, and he didn't explain anything.

"Hello Mrs. Liu!" Zhao Ning said without doubt: "Mr. Liu, I think I want to thank you again for the medical expenses you paid for me." ”

"Can you wait for me outside?" Du Feng said as he walked in the door and said to Besenia.

Besenia tilted her head slightly and grimaced and said, "Of course!" After that, like an angry little daughter-in-law, Besenia leaned against the guardrail on the side and raised a cigarette.

"Don't smoke. Du Feng pointed to Besenia and walked into the room.

Besenia bit lightly, the cigarette stuffed into her mouth was already deformed, she stomped her foot, took off the cigarette in her mouth, looked at it, and threw it on the ground.

"If you don't smoke, you won't smoke!"

"Bang!" The door was already closed, and Du Feng didn't see the rare little woman side of Besenia.

Zhao Yu's house was very dilapidated, with only a bed and a few cardboard boxes. Plus the most are all kinds of medicines in one place, and gauze with blood stains.

If he hadn't told Du Feng, he really couldn't have imagined that a winning black boxer would actually live here.

The black fighters he knew, especially those as capable as him, all went in and out of major hotels and nightclubs, after all, they were paid extremely well in every fight, and they had sky-high bonuses after winning, and they lived a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife like a mercenary.

No one knows if they will be able to step down after the next game. If they don't have the pursuit of the next day, they tend to squander unscrupulously, and they won't be as depressed as Zhao Ning at all, and they can't even afford the final medical expenses.

Seeing that there was really nowhere to sit down, Du Feng had no choice but to stand aside and say, "There is nothing else to do today, come and see you, after all, we are all compatriots." ”

Zhao Yu also seemed to realize that there seemed to be something wrong with his failure to fulfill the etiquette of the guest and host, and his face was somewhat unbearable, but there was really no place to sit in the whole room except for the bed full of blood stains.

"I'm sorry for the poor greeting. ”

Du Feng waved his hand and gestured to stand here: "I am relieved to see that you are quite energetic today." ”

Zhao Ning smiled: "I didn't hurt my internal organs, but I broke one of my ribs, and the lion was very powerful, and it bit off two pieces of my meat." ”

The two chatted for a few words, and Zhao Ning also briefly explained his situation, he used to be a Chinese soldier, and after retiring from the army, he came to the Middle East with his family to develop, but he was disrupted by the rebels, and he was penniless, so he could only rely on black boxing to survive.

Of course, Du Feng would hardly believe what Zhao Ning said, especially after observing which of his tattoos at close range made him even more convinced of his identity as an Ouroboros mercenary.

"Good tattoos. Du Feng smiled, and that tone seemed to be unintentionally diverting the topic.