Through a conversation with the woman, Fei Lun already had a general understanding of the gathering place in front of him. From what the woman said www.biquge.info it is clear that the rules of this gathering place should have been made by humans. Whether it is to be able to join through the test, or from the perspective of the scope of application of the law, this is obviously not the work of the devil. Since it is unlikely that the demons will be able to think from the perspective of humans, it is naturally impossible to come up with rules that humans can follow.

Merely......... The teasing of demons is innate, and even if it doesn't exist now, it doesn't mean that it won't be in the future. And how do you know for sure......... Feron already had an idea.

In the end, the woman still took an ID card for Delin according to Faerun's request, and then led them into the quarantine area in front of them.

And walking into the quarantine area and looking at the scene in front of him, Fei Lun couldn't help frowning.

If the dream city he had seen before was a relatively normal gathering place, then this quarantine area was like the Brooklyn district of this gathering place, where almost all the darkness and squalor beneath the glossy and gorgeous surface of the whole gathering place gathered, and in Pheron's view, it was like the toilet of a villa or the sewer of a five-star hotel - that was also a sewer.

Dirty, corrupt, ugly.

Everywhere you looked, you could see the ragged wasteland dwellers, some with gloomy faces and no words, others shouting in the crowd not knowing what they were saying. As far as the eye can see, the vacant land in front of you is comparable to the vegetable market in Nigeria, and it is definitely a representative area for urban management renovation.

"This is it?"

Looking at the slum-like place in front of him, Fallon frowned, then turned his head to look at the woman and asked. Hearing Feron's inquiry, the woman nodded with a smile.

"Yes, this is it, sir."

"So, do I have a place to live?"

"It's up to you......... I told you that this is not under the jurisdiction of the City of Dreams, and I ask you to solve the problem in the wasteland. ”

"Okay, I got it."

Hearing the woman's answer, Faeron nodded, and then he reached out, stroked the black cat on his shoulder, and then walked down the steps. As Feren and Franke walked down the steps, the originally closed iron door slowly opened, and then Feren walked into the chaotic land in front of him.

At the same time, the two and a cat quickly attracted everyone's attention -- for no other reason, in the midst of a crowd dressed like refugees, two people who looked like they were attending a high-end drinking party suddenly appeared, and the stark contrast alone was enough to make it impossible to ignore the existence of the other party. Not to mention, both Feron and Franke have outstanding looks, and their attractiveness is naturally greater.

Clean and tidy, high-end gorgeous clothing. Add to that the two good-looking faces, compared to the other people who never bathed, their faces were full of dirt, and they looked more like beggars than warriors, and this was the best portrayal of standing out from the crowd.

"Hum ........."

Sensing the gaze of the wasteland dwellers, Feren snorted, then reached out and pulled the brim of his hat to cover his face, and walked slowly forward. And as he advanced, the crowd that had originally surrounded him gradually dispersed, and those who were able to work hard in the wasteland until now were not fools, and there must be demons when things went wrong, such a young man who didn't look like a wasteland resident at all, with a girl who looked like she was only ten years old, and a black cat......... They're also coming for the challenge?

Who is this guy?

If it is in the wilderness, then Faeron's reputation itself is a deterrent, as long as he has been begging for a living in the wilderness all year round, even if he has never seen Faeron, as long as he hears the name of "doctor", then he will immediately know who is sacred in front of him. But this is different here, after the cataclysm, although the traffic between the various regions was not completely interrupted, the harsh reality also forced people to care only about the life in front of them. They don't know much about what's going on elsewhere, and they don't know very well. Don't look at the fact that District 9 is famous in the wilderness, but there is not even a ghost here, and as for Faren himself, it is even more out of the scope of "well-known figures".

(It seems that you are very annoying, master)

Looking at the wary, mocking, or hateful gazes that emerged from the side, Delin rolled her ears and turned her head to look at Faeron. Hearing Delin's words, the corners of Faerun's mouth curled slightly, revealing a smile.

"It's just that they're too ignorant to understand the rules, Delin. Humans are learning creatures, and I think that if they learn the rules, they will know how to deal with them. ”

Hearing Feren's answer, Delin screamed softly, then narrowed her eyes and fell down again.

While talking to Delin, Faeron was also carefully looking at the quarantine area in front of him. As you can see, this place is also the same as the City of Dreams, where the demons have changed its appearance with strange powers, and the entire quarantine area looks like a medieval town in the movie. Of course, there are some differences in the materials of the houses. For example......... The stable, made of glass, seems to be quite good-looking.

But soon, Feron discovered that there were still rules of their own.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. And the rivers and lakes also have to talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes. Naturally, this quarantine area is the same, and in the process of walking along the way, Fei Lun soon discovered that in addition to shops, there are many residences on both sides of the street. It's just that the people living in these dwellings are obviously not the natives here, and it can be seen from their attire that these wasteland dwellers belong to some organization or force -- so it is also obvious that there are also outside forces here trying to enter the Dream City, but it is not clear what they want to do.

According to Faeron's rough observation, the residences on the side of the street, and even the shops and taverns, have been vaguely divided, at least judging from the clothing and weapons of the inhabitants of the wasteland who are responsible for keeping watch at the door or coming and going, it is obvious that these forces should be regarded as having a good reputation in this area, even if they are not as good as the ninth district, but they should be about the same as the Federation.

However, Pheren didn't come here to think about these little things. He just turned his head slightly, then turned around and walked towards a very luxurious-looking mansion not far away.

And seeing Faeron walking towards it, the inhabitants of the wasteland, who had been secretly following and observing him behind him, almost changed their faces with a "swish".

"Hey, did you see that?"

"This guy is going to the Black Hawk Regiment!"

"What does he want to do? Could it be that he is a member of the Black Hawk Regiment? I don't see the sign of the Black Hawk! ”

"How dare you provoke the Black Eagle Regiment? This hillbilly is dead! ”

While whispering, the inhabitants of the wasteland stopped, they had originally wanted to take this opportunity to secretly follow Faeron and find out his truth. If this kid is just a useless guy, then everyone will rush up and kill him first. But now that they saw Fei Lun walking towards the mansion, no one dared to continue to pay attention to him -- they didn't know Fei Ren, but they knew how powerful the Black Hawk Regiment was! And this young man and the little girl beside him have also been silently sentenced to death by the inhabitants of the wasteland here.

They're finished! (To be continued.) )