The room was still the dim and dilapidated wooden room of Carlo on Stinkwater Street, but at the moment the room was a little too peaceful.

The door was closed, the tables and chairs were broken into two sections, and they fell to the ground in a mess, and two distinct groups of people stood on one side, faintly facing each other.

Nervous, oppressive, the smell of gunpowder in the air is about to freeze, like a volcano that will erupt in the next second, ready to blow this old building to shreds.

At this moment, as the owner of this house, Shen Sen is sitting on the black and red sofa, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in his hand, blowing lightly, and taking a sip of hot tea, seemingly ignoring all this in front of him.

He just came here from the wasteland world and his ass is not yet hot, but he didn't expect the uninvited guest to find him so quickly, and the person who came is not good, he is the most powerful underworld group on this West Street.

Although he had expected all this, he was still slightly surprised.

"Click......

Placing the teacup in his hand on the table, Shen Sen raised his head and looked at the center of the room.

Between the two sides of the confrontation, standing in front of him were Wilson Carlo and a dozen camp guards led by Stone.

At this moment, a group of uninvited guests with fierce and vicious spirits, tattoos of the moldy country or various signs of the moldy country flag, were standing opposite them, with unkind expressions and threatening and disdainful eyes.

Both sides were holding guns, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at each other.

"If you break the rules of West Street, you need to give us an explanation for the mold country, I hope you get out of here honestly, otherwise don't blame us for not warning you in advance......"

A mixed-race short-haired man in a red coat stood at the front of the group, looked at Shen Sen behind the guards, and said gloomily.

He had a red and blue tattoo on each side of his cheek, two moldy flags of the same size, and this person was Preston who had been on Smellwater Street last time to investigate the situation.

However, Preston who came here this time was not sneaky. As soon as Shen Sen arrived in the room, he kicked the door open with a brutal kick from more than a dozen of his subordinates and broke in directly.

And as soon as he walked in, he overbearingly asked Shen Sen and his party to get out, saying that they occupied the territory of the Mold Country Gang.

The "Moldy Country Gang" is a very special organization in the Hilbro neighborhood, and it is the only one of the few gangs with white skin as the main body and a small number of mixed-race people in this slum neighborhood with the largest concentration of black skin.

And it's interesting to note that the name of their gang doesn't represent their bloodline and identity.

Although most of them are white-skinned and have named their gang "Mold Countryers", in fact, most of them are descendants of colonists from He Lan and Ying Fa during the colonial period, and not immigrants from Mold Country.

As for now, there are no moldy countries in the world since five years ago, and there are no countries such as He Lan and Fa 㯖 that only exist in history, only the North American Federation and the Western European Union.

Therefore, in the face of such a world situation, they still insist on calling themselves the "moldy people" gang, and the reasons are intriguing.

Shen Sen didn't care about these trivial information, and he wouldn't change his attitude towards the villains who were standing in front of him now, looking menacing and domineering, and obviously running to smash the field.

However, at this moment, under the gaze of everyone, Shen Sen's face remained unchanged, but he said an answer that no one, including his own, expected.

"Yes, I agree with your request, we will withdraw from here tonight, and we will not linger for the slightest......"

"You ......"

Preston froze, and the threatening threat he was about to utter was stopped by him in time.

He frowned, his fierce eyes revealing a hint of doubt and confusion.

He had seen the Asian man in front of him who had been in front of more than 3,000 people, cheering the crowd like a missionary, and now he was so easily succumbing.

Are you lying to him?

But then Preston gave up on what he thought was ridiculous, and no one who dared to deceive the Moldy Nation Gang would end well, and everyone who lived on West Street knew what would happen to them.

Preston flashed a trace of disdain and contempt in his heart, Asians are Asians, they are too timid, and they are scared half to death with a casual threat, and they agree to any conditions.

Before coming here, he was actually worried about this Asian American's performance a few days ago, and asked the boss for more than a dozen good players, all of whom brought guns, and he really looked down on these yellow-skinned monkeys.

Thinking of this, Preston was not suspicious, and said with obvious smugness and a threat of contempt and mockery towards Shen Sen on his face.

"Count you kid as a sensible person, it seems that the yellow-skinned monkeys are not all stupid, and there are cowards and cowards who know how to slip away obediently......"

The moldy flags on either side of Preston's cheeks trembled slightly, and they seemed to be taking advantage of the momentum to flutter in the wind.

His words caused the little brother behind him to cheer, and he almost looked at Wilson and Carlo and his party with the eyes of cowards.

"You ......"

Carlro's eyes were wide open, his pupils protruding, and the red blood caused by anger stained his eyeballs bloody.

He couldn't help but shoot these people at this time, just because his lord didn't give the order, otherwise he would rather fight for his life than kill a few of them.

"You, what's your name? Is it your share of the inferior to speak here, and you will have to be a slave to these cowardly monkeys. ”

Someone in the mold nation group let out a sarcastic voice, and the crowd burst into laughter again, looking at Carlo with the look of a domestic animal, defiant and defiant.

"Enough!"

Preston spoke out to stop it, though taunting his enemies, watching them humiliate and powerless, and succumbing to their oppression, which did give him pleasure.

But this matter has been easily and satisfactorily resolved so far, and he doesn't want to let the boss's evaluation of him be lowered because of a little accident.

"We'll come here tomorrow morning to check, and if we find out you've lied to me, you'll be corpses floating on that stinking river tomorrow."

Preston glanced at Shen Sen, who had always been extremely calm, snorted coldly, then stopped entanglement, and with his men, turned around and kicked open the door that had been badly damaged, and walked away.

"Chief!"

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

Wilson and Carroll, along with a dozen or so guards, along with the stones, turned around and spoke in unison.

On the faces of each of them, guilt, confusion and anger were superfluous. Failing to play their part in defending the majesty of their leader under the humiliation of the enemy is a dereliction of duty on the part of their subordinates, and they will not be excused for their deaths.

"Hmmm......"

However, Shen Sen only responded lightly at this time, but his eyes were coldly looking at the direction where Preston and the others were leaving, and he was silent for a long time.

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