Vic walked out of the villa in the corner, and he habitually pulled out the magic clock in his arms, and it was still a few minutes before 12 o'clock.

As Vic looked down at the time, two people flashed out of the shadows on the corner of the street, who were Vic's assistants.

"Let's go!" Vic commanded the two assistants sent from above.

These two assistants, one of whom has entered middle age, but his body is strong, looking at his appearance and movements, he looks like a sergeant in the army, and his skills should be not bad!

The other assistant was a young man, short, emaciated, dressed in a simple linen coat and with short shaved hair, and his eyes always showed a hint of cunning.

Basically, none of them had a chance to fight head-on, so none of the three were equipped with decent weapons, but only some simple self-protection weapons were hidden in hidden places.

Most of the inhabitants of the outer cities were tenants of nearby farms, helpers of fishing boats or craftsmen, beggars and bankrupts.

This was originally the most densely populated area of Seka City, but the retreat order issued by the city hall some time ago turned it into a no-man's land, with only the occasional beggar rummaging through these empty houses for some 'food' that could make them fruit.

As for the slums, in the southwest corner of the outer city, from a distance, there is a tall aqueduct.

The slum is just below the aqueduct.

Legend has it that the nobles ordered the inhabitants of that area to be evicted to build this huge aqueduct, and they turned it into a ruin!

Later, for some reason, it became a gathering point for those who were homeless.

The archives in the hands of the officials have no record of this place, and the residents living here are all black households, and their safety is not guaranteed, even if they die in the stinky ditch that day, no one will care.

During the inspection above, the officials in charge of this area only needed an order, and someone would naturally help him clean up the place.

Baron Arthur had been determined to deal with the problem of the slums, but there was a reason for the existence of such a place, and the upright baron was really not fit to deal with such a problem, and he could only fail in the end.

So, in the slums, crime happens all the time, and if it's the first time you're here, it's best to ask a local resident to lead you.

The inhabitants of the slums have not been evacuated.

In those dilapidated houses, human figures can be faintly seen.

Below the rocky elevated bridges of the forest, women can be seen, using dilapidated wooden basins to catch the fresh water scattered from above.

"Why didn't they retreat?" asked the middle-aged sergeant Ryan, who couldn't help but whisper.

Young Milu smiled "hehe", "Our sergeant must have grown up in the city!

He glanced around him at all times, "I think it's probably because the officials forgot that they still have such a place to be responsible, or maybe the people here don't want to move out!"

Ryan was stunned when he heard this, "If you don't leave, it's death, I heard that in the battle plan of those big guys, this city will be abandoned!"

Milu said indifferently: "There is no need to 'hear', this is the most obvious thing, it is useless to talk so much to these people, they can't listen to it, they won't listen, and when you deal with them, you have to use money! Obviously, those officials in the city hall don't plan to pay this money!"

"Moreover, there is no record in the archives of the people here, they belong to the 'black household', those nobles can't get a single copper on these people, whether they are dead or alive is irrelevant to the nobles!"

Ryan frowned the more he listened, but he didn't refute Milou's words.

Milou obviously wanted to continue, but he looked at the face of Vic next to him, and obediently stopped talking.

The three of them were quiet again.

The roads in this neighborhood are not easy to walk, and the three of them have been in a dead end several times.

"Damn, the people in the third place don't even have markers, we'll be exposed if we continue to wander around like this!" Milou complained under his breath.

The presiding officer of the Third Division was the new Sir Victor last year, who was the former captain of the old guard in Harrence City, and was personally promoted by Gray for his contribution to the suppression of bandits in the Covind and Harrens regions.

"They probably aren't used to their current jobs!" Ryan was Sergeant Major in Sir Victor's barracks before he was transferred to Vic, and he thought the Sir was not bad, so he spoke up.

But the sergeant major obviously didn't know how to speak, and he said it with even more sarcasm.

"I think we've been exposed!" Vic interrupted the conversation, reminding his two aides in a low voice, "We're being targeted!"

"Don't worry, my lord!" Milou had a wicked smile on his face, he had obviously already noticed, "We may have killed the fat sheep in their eyes, if necessary, we can take a detour to a corner where no one is around, we can easily deal with them, and by the way, we can also get some information!"

The young man had apparently had this problem a lot before.

Vic only thought for a moment before nodding in agreement.

He also knew that those people were nothing more than a bunch of speculators, and he even found children among the stalkers.

Vic's approval lit up, and Milou's eyes lit up, and he winked at Ryan, who was stunned next to him.

The three of them were silent again, and walked slowly towards the end of the street.

Finally, when the three of them walked into the dead end again and were about to turn back, the intersection was blocked by a group of refugees with bamboo spears in their hands.

"Stranger, hand over your valuable things, and we won't embarrass you!"

There were a total of five people blocking the road, and the person who looked like they were about 30 to 40 years old, and the one who spoke was a balding middle-aged man.

Vic heard this, and winked at Milou next to him.

"My friend, why don't we make a deal!" a smile appeared on Milou's face, his eyes already narrowed, and he took out a coin in his hand as if by magic.

The coin's silvery glow was out of place with the surrounding environment.

The robbers' eyes were drawn to the silver coin at the moment.

This is a silver coin.

A robber with a tattered hood swallowed hard, his eyes glowing with a scorching light, and his steps involuntarily took two steps forward.

But he was obviously walking too quickly, and if it weren't for the quick eyes of his companion next to him, he would have fallen to the ground.

He didn't trip, but because of his excitement, his legs were a little swaying.

"Calm down!" the balding middle-aged man scolded, but he was unusually at the moment, there was no joy on his face, but a solemn and nervous face.

The person who could take out a random silver coin was not something that someone of their stature could provoke, and he knew that very well.

"You... How are you going to trade?"

The balding middle-aged man looked at Milu vigilantly and asked cautiously.

"I'll ask you something, and you can answer casually, this silver coin is yours!"

Milou always had a smile on his face.

When the bald middle-aged man heard this, he looked at everything around him from the corner of his eye, his people had already surrounded this place, and he felt a little confident in his heart.

"I don't want to talk about a deal!" he seemed to have made up his mind, and he shouted to the people next to him, "Kill them, get something valuable, and get out of the house!"