Compared to the calm of the day, the North District is brightly lit at night.

Naturally, these lights do not come from street lamps, but from neon lights.

Among the rows of low-rise houses, these colorful lanterns are not only the main lighting tools, but also the 'guiding lights' of the locals of the North District.

Red and yellow is. Bet. File.

The red and blue are the cigarette shops.

Red and pink is the stable.

The plain red one is the scrubbing field.

Each color represents a different meaning, and outsiders may not be able to see it clearly, but the people of the North District can see it at a glance.

Several police cars stopped at the gate of the North District on time, and several police officers glanced at the North District with disgust and helplessness, and then fell silent.

It's not that the North District hasn't been organized.

It's just that with little success.

The moment of tidying up may be a little better.

But after two or three days, it will quickly change back to the original state, and after several efforts at the city hall in Ai, and then lose a councilor, a police chief, two sheriffs and no less than thirty police officers, it completely abandoned this place and changed it to 'supervision' - set up a 'sentry', isolate this place, and every entry and exit needs to be strictly audited, and what happened inside? It is the responsibility of the people of the North District themselves.

Under such a premise, the situation in the North District has become more and more complicated over time, with messy streets, low houses, and gangs that live and breed like cockroaches, all of which have gradually turned this place into a place of lawlessness.

Many wanted criminals see this place as paradise.

Of course, for most ordinary people, it's still hell.

Dennis is definitely not included.

Dennis is a very typical, native of the North District, who doesn't know who his father is, his mother is a street girl, and his closest person is a pimp.

After his mother's death, he became a member of the bottom of the gang.

Eating the cheapest food every day, sucking inferior flying leaves, and lingering in the worst stables.

When the boss needs it, he goes out to stand on the field, and when he has nothing to do, he passes the time in the gambling stall.

Today is no exception.

Dennis spent the whole afternoon and half the night in Harry Sr.'s gambling stall.

But the only difference is that, compared to the past, Dennis is more lucky, and he has been winning since dark.

In front of him, at this time, a thick pile of banknotes had been piled up.

Denominations are large and small.

It's enough to make people blush.

But Dennis is not easy to mess with, Dennis, who grew up in this area, knows the rules here too well, he slapped a bastard who wanted to fish in troubled waters to the ground, stabbed the other party with a dagger, and then immediately pulled it out.

Burst!

Blood sprayed on Dennis's face and the money around him.

Like a hungry wolf, Dennis stared at the people around him.

After seeing the people around him dodging, he picked up the money, put it in his pocket, and staggered towards the next door.

People in the North Side don't have the habit of saving money.

Spending money when you have it is a characteristic of the people of the North District.

Because they don't know if they will survive until tomorrow.

Dennis, as an authentic Northerner, is naturally no exception.

After he walked into the cigarette shop, he directly took out half of the money on his body, threw it on the table, and shouted at the owner of the cigarette shop: "Get me the best goods." ”

Without any hesitation, there was no problem in ordering the money, and the owner of the cigarette shop didn't pay attention to the blood stains on it at all, and directly pulled out a box of flying leaves.

It is different from the ordinary, coarsely rubbed flying leaves.

These flying leaves are carefully selected and processed, and at least 10% purified.

After Dennis took a sip of satisfaction, his eyes immediately became foggy, and he sat against the wall, and the whole person began to swallow the clouds.

Ten minutes later, Dennis came back to his senses.

He shook his still unconscious head, feeling that he was falling from the clouds to the mortal world, which was really uncomfortable.

He really wanted to do it again.

But thinking of the time he had agreed with that person, Dennis gritted his teeth and restrained himself, and after putting away the remaining flying leaves, he staggered to the other side.

There was no need to know the way, and following the lanterns, Dennis soon came to the place that seemed to the people of the North District to be a little remote.

No. Bet. stalls, there are no cigarette shops, and there are no stables.

Vast expanses of dilapidated buildings stood here, maybe it was once the home of a certain gang, maybe it would soon be the home of a certain gang, but now it was empty.

There is no one, and in the eyes of the people of the North District, it is remote.

Dennis thinks so, too.

If it weren't for the trade, he wouldn't have come to such a remote place.

As the man had instructed, Dennis went around the first two buildings and scrutinized in front of the third building for a while before finding the entrance to the basement hidden behind a pile of garbage.

Without knocking, Dennis pushed open the basement door.

Some people in the North Side will knock on the door.

Dennis never had a habit of knocking on doors.

After an unexpected goal, Dennis kept that in the making.

This, he believes, is a source of good luck.

In the basement, it was even colder and darker than expected.

With only an oil lamp in a corner, Dennis saw the man he was looking for: a man in a tattered trench coat and a top hat.

The brim of the top hat obscures most of the other person's face, revealing only a stubble-covered chin.

"Hey, man."

"How did you do that?"

"My luck today was really fantastic."

Dennis leaned in.

"A little trick."

The other party said in a deep voice.

"Can you teach me?"

Dennis asked greedily.

"It's hard."

"You can't learn it."

The other shook his head.

Dennis smiled, what do you say about this smile? It's like a jackal curling the corners of its mouth and smiling with its fangs exposed.

The blood-stained dagger appeared in Dennis's hand.

"And now?"

As soon as Dennis's wrist flipped, the blood-stained dagger crossed a perfect arc under the light of the oil lamp, showing the familiarity and skill of the dagger player.

"Now?"

The man in the tattered trench coat and the top hat laughed.

With an unexpected smile, the other party strode towards Dennis.

"Stop!"

"Bastard, tell you, stop!"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Dennis shouted at the other party, and after realizing that the other party had no intention of stopping, he immediately stabbed the other party with a dagger.

Business as usual in the North Side has taught Dennis what it means to strike first.

At this time, Dennis will not show mercy.

Feeling the dagger stabbed into the other's body, he looked at the other party viciously.

But immediately, Dennis's eyes were filled with horror.

Because, not only could he not pull out the dagger, but there was also a suction force on the dagger, which involuntarily pulled him towards the other party's body.

Dennis wanted to let go of the dagger.

But his hand was glued to it, and he couldn't let go of it at all.

Not only that, but his voice also felt like it was sticky, and no sound came out.

Dennis could only watch himself being devoured by the other party's body little by little.

Until death, Dennis didn't know what had happened.

"What a good tapa to eat."

The 'man' in a tattered trench coat and a top hat opened his mouth and spit out the clothes and shoes that belonged to Dennis.

Then, the other party looked forward to the arrival of the main meal more and more.

……

Sitting in a soft sofa chair, barefoot, with Erlang's legs crossed, Huo Lun trimmed the index finger of his left hand with nail clippers.

Behind him, his two bodyguards, one on the left and one on the right, stood there as if they were door gods.

And at his feet, Loop crawled there shivering.

Just like the rotten gamblers who were brought in here in the past.

"Luopu, your wife sold for 1,500 yuan, your son sold for 1,000 yuan, aside from these, you still have 17,000 yuan left for me, how are you going to pay it back?"

Huo Lun said slowly.

"I, I ......"

Lopp wanted to say something, but he had already lost everything, and he couldn't come up with anything of value.

You say fate?

In the North District, the least valuable thing is life.

"I'm not an unreasonable person, now I'll take you to a place, as long as you can kill the people inside, you and my account will be written off, how about it?"

Hollen asked.

"Good!"

Loop, who had no choice, agreed very simply.

If you don't agree, you die.

I promised, at least I could live.

As for the people who were killed?

He can only be blamed for his bad luck.

Huo Lun smiled and waved his hand, and the woman who was waiting next to him immediately put on Huo Lun's shoes, Huo Lun got up from the chair and walked straight out.

And Lope?

obediently followed.

There is no walking.

Sitting in a car, Huo Lun came directly to an unfinished building area.

He looked at the unfinished building, his eyes full of burning heat.

Compared to where he is now, this place is more suitable for development, as long as he occupies this place and spends it a little, he will be able to get a larger share in the North District.

Of course, before that, he needs to satisfy the land snake here.

"It's inside."

Holland pointed to the door behind the pile of garbage.

Loop took a knife from the bodyguard and walked over there.

"That's right."

"I forgot to tell you."

"Your wife and son are also in there."

"If you're faster, you'll probably be able to see them again."

Holland said abruptly when Loop was about to push the door.

Horren couldn't help but smile when he saw Lop turn his head to look at his hateful eyes, full of sarcasm.

Holren watched Loop disappear behind the door.

The sarcastic smile intensified.

"A bad gambler who still wants to show the love of his husband and father?"

"It's laughing to death!"

Horen said as he estimated the time.

Then, striding towards the door.

Behind him, the bodyguards followed.

Holland never believed in so-called promises.

He only believes in himself.

Therefore, after seeing a man in a tattered trench coat and wearing a polite man in that room, he directly raised his hand and let his subordinates seize the advantageous position.

"As we agreed, this is mine now."

Hollen didn't ask where Lopp had gone.

Just like the people he threw here before, he is indifferent, he only cares about whether his own interests will be damaged.

"Yes."

"It's yours."

As he spoke, he walked to the corner and prepared to pick up the oil lamp.

But at this time, one of Huo Lun's subordinates stood in front of the other party.

The other party turned his head to look at Huo Lun.

"I said this was mine!"

"Including that oil lamp on the ground!"

"Of course ......"

"Including you!"

Huo Lun said seriously.

"As agreed, you've been able to get what you want."

Said the man in the top hat.

"Yes, I did what I agreed, everything here is mine."

Horen laughed.

"You're such a villain!"

"But it's also the villain I'm looking forward to!"

"Can't wait to taste you!"

The man said.

"Really?"

"Me too."

After Huo Lun finished speaking, the bodyguard who had been hiding behind him just burst out, and the flamethrower in his hand was aimed directly at the man.

Call!

A tongue of fire flew out and devoured the man in an instant.

"Since I want everything here, I will naturally be prepared, otherwise I will ......"

"Do you think I'll be prepared when I deal with you scoundrels?"

Huo Lun looked at the man wrapped in flames and sneered, but the next moment, such a sneer came to an abrupt end, and a familiar but strange voice sounded behind him.

Familiar because behind him, he should have been his most capable subordinate.

Because of this, he will be given a heavy responsibility and give the other party a fatal blow.

And weird, because the emphasis of his subordinate has become weird.

Without even thinking about it, Huo Lun swooped forward.

But, it's too late!

Call!

The tongue of fire in the flamethrower swept directly past Huo Lun, not only Huo Lun, but also the surrounding thugs were all killed and became running torches.

Then, Hollen's most capable man extinguished the flamethrower and, like a mad bull, slammed into the nearby wall.

Bang!

In the muffled sound, the other party's brain burst.

"It's not original, but I don't mind having some barbecue."

"Originally, I thought you would be a little smarter than the others."

"It's a pity ......"

"I've got to find the next collaborator again."

A man in a tattered trench coat and a top hat stepped out of the shadows and said with a sigh.

However, this did not prevent the other party from devouring.

The other party first picked up the oil lamp, and immediately, the flames splashed everywhere, including Huo Lun and Huo Lun's subordinates, all of them were sucked into the oil lamp, and the flames were lost, and Huo Lun and his men fell to the ground one after another.

Then, these half-dead people were sucked into each other's bodies one by one.

When the subordinate with the flame gun on his back was also devoured by the other party, the man in a tattered trench coat and politeness sighed with satisfaction, and happily pushed the door open and walked out with an oil lamp.

Burst!

At the moment when the other party pushed the door open, a cold light flashed.

A sharp knife pierced through the throat.

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