"James, help me see how much this thing is worth?"

In the antique shop, a tall, thin half-grown black boy secretly took out a broken pendant from the pocket of his jacket and handed it to Li Ran.

"Twenty dollars."

Li Ran raised his eyes and glanced at the style of the pendant, and said casually.

"Twenty, hey, James, this is a treasure that I have worked so hard to get my hands on." Hearing the price quoted by Li Ran, the black kid couldn't help but jump to his feet.

"Twenty-five, no more." For everything in front of him, Li Ran had already seen it I don't know how many times, so he didn't raise his head and said.

"Well, twenty-five is twenty-five." The black boy muttered in his mouth, took the banknote handed by Li Ran, but carefully put it away: "It's not that I said you, James, if it weren't for our friendship, I wouldn't just sell things at such a low price......"

"How's the funding for the university going, Wells?" Interrupting the black boy's gushing complaints, Li Ran asked in a familiar tone.

"Almost, of course, if you can give me a little more, James, I might be a little bit closer to my goal." Shrugging his shoulders, the black boy Wells stared at his big eyes full of resentment, glanced at Li Ran, and then replied in a slightly excited tone.

Wells, who was born in the slums of Hell's Kitchen, grew up like most black people, with a father he had never met and a strong mother.

It is not easy to survive in a single-parent family, especially in a mixed environment like Hell's Kitchen, but Wells has a great mother, although this black woman is not pretty, especially because she weighs more than two hundred pounds, which makes her look extraordinarily weighty.

But it is precisely under the watchful eye of such a 'deterrent' mother that even growing up in an environment full of violence and depravity like Hell's Kitchen, Wells still did not suffer from any serious vices, at least not like most of his peers, who joined the gang early before graduating from high school and acted as a minion.

"It's not a great university, but at least it's a good choice, and I agreed with my mom that when I graduate, I'll get a decent job in New York, preferably one that will allow us to move out of Hell's Kitchen."

"I wish you a speedy realization of your dreams."

Li Ran likes Wells, a black boy, at least compared to most black people in Hell's Kitchen, he has his own hopes and goals, and he fights for them.

Although, according to Li Ran's knowledge of the danger of New York in the future, even if Wells and the others move to outer space, there is actually no way to avoid the danger.

Who knows, though, maybe he's lucky enough.

Pulling his thoughts back from the future, Li Ran looked at the broken pendant on the new counter: "Tell me, where did you get this thing from." ”

Even if it is broken, the strong gang color revealed on the pendant is still swearing to Li Ran about his origin.

"James, do you know what's going on in Hell's Kitchen lately?"

Sneaking his head out, Wells said mysteriously.

"Big deal?"

Raising his eyebrows, Li Ran couldn't help blurting out.

Lately he's been brushing up on legends all over the place, and he's really ignoring what's going on in Hell's Kitchen.

However, Li Ran can't be blamed for this.

After all, being called Hell's Kitchen is a place that is full of violent crimes every day, and no one can know anything about it unless you pay attention to it.

"Ten dollars, no, twenty dollars."

On the other side, Wells had been paying attention to Li Ran's reaction, and when he saw the puzzled expression on his face, he suddenly opened his fingers with a smile and gestured.

"Ten dollars."

In this regard, Li Ran didn't say much, and directly pulled out a ten-dollar bill, whether he liked it or not.

"James, you're so stingy."

Wells complained as he put the money away, and then continued: "The Barbarian Gang has recently provoked a madman, their business in Hell's Kitchen is constantly attacked by the other party, it is said that many people have died in the gang, and several pubs have been forced to close, and the boss of the Barbarian Gang, Tony, has issued an order, no matter who it is, only if the madman can be solved, he will directly become the new head of the sixth district of the Barbarian Gang, and be in charge of all the business in the entire district." ”

Speaking of which, even Wells, who is determined not to participate in any gang activities, can't help but feel a little moved, after all, this is the head of a district, and it is not comparable to the small minion roles made by his friends.

Of course, such lucrative conditions are enough to see how unoptimistic the current situation of the Barbarian Gang is.

"Crazy?"

Li Ran noticed the description in Wells's words and couldn't help but read.

"The madman is the Barbarian Gang's statement, in fact, this guy is completely a super soldier, the Terminator, and it is said that one of the Barbarian Gang's wine parlors was directly swept into a sieve by him alone. Moreover, at the moment, the Barbarians have no idea what they provoked this guy......"

Super soldiers, Terminators, single-handedly?

With Wells's description, Li Ran's image of the other party became clearer and clearer, and he even had a judgment to some extent.

……

Hell's Kitchen, another barbarn of the Savage Gang.

After a fierce shootout.

Stepping on a messy ground, a stout short-haired man silently stepped out of the shadows.

"Why, why," a surviving member of the Savage Gang wailed as he lay on the ground, "why did you keep targeting us, who sent you......

"Do you know the old homeless man who has always lived in District 6, Sipp?"

Carrying his 'toy' in one hand, the man asked in his deep, metallic voice as he looked down at the wailing gang members.

"He recently died because of one of your 'funs.'"

"That's why you've been attacking us? Because of an insignificant bum! "The Barbarians have been tracking down the reason why the man attacked them, but they didn't expect this reason to be so 'simple'.

Shot.

The blood splashed by the bullet stained the white skeleton on the man's chest with a bright red color, and looking at the dilapidated state of the parlor, the man casually picked up a grenade and threw it on the floor of the parlor.

He stared at the huge explosion that was close at hand, and replied silently.

"To me, you're just as insignificant."