Chapter Seventy-Seven: Recruiting Manpower

Back at the inn, it was already evening. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The night of the Apocalypse was quiet and beautiful, and the moonlight poured down from the sky, and the huge Apocalypse City was painted with a layer of silver light. The mercury-like light and shadow sprinkled on the snow, like a clear spring flowing slowly.

He didn't light the kerosene lamp at the table, he just quietly enjoyed a moment of tranquility in the dark night, and only at night could his heart be calm.

The gurgling stomach rang uncontrollably, filling the food delivered by the store, and the feeling of fatigue hit my heart.

"It seems that a force should be formed, otherwise you will be tired to death if you do everything yourself!" stretched a big lazy waist, and then lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Forming strength, recruiting manpower, and a deeper meaning, the Blood Devouring Shrine is opened, and Tianyuan will soon fall into a bloody storm, Tianyuan is his second hometown after all, and Zhao Haochen will never allow anyone to destroy it.

However, when he woke up the next morning, one of the greatest difficulties stood in front of him.

Manpower? Where to find manpower? I'm alone!

Walking aimlessly on the street, with a solemn expression, if you don't solve this problem, this can only be a dream bubble, just think about it.

"Fuck, pay the money quickly, or Lao Tzu will tear down your mess!" A big fat man covered in oil held up a big belly, casually took a fruit from the stall and put it in his mouth, and then kicked over the stall on the far left, with a fierce face, shouting arrogantly, and there were two little ruffians standing behind him, hanging obediently behind the fat man.

"Master Liu, you should give a few more days, the old woman is seriously ill these days and needs money urgently, and there is really no money left in hand!" The owner of this stall pleaded, with a sad look on his face, constantly begging, looking at the fruits scattered all over the street, his heart ached.

Zhao Haochen looked at it stunned, without saying a word, he is not a living bodhisattva who saves suffering, and heroes and chivalrous warriors are not his style.

"How many more days of grace?" The fat man's eyes widened angrily, and his bloated face was furious, "I've been lenient for you for four days, and my Blood Demon Gang is in charge of three streets, so I'm just sending you a dead old man, you have to pay it if you don't pay it today!"

Another kick, kicked over a stall again, the old man was busy protecting the last stall, while constantly begging, his eyes were bloodshot, watching his money for his wife's medical treatment being wasted by them like this, and his heart was miserable.

"Smash me!" The fat man shook his big belly and shouted arrogantly, and the two gangsters behind him stepped forward and kicked over all the old man's fruit baskets, and kept trampling on them.

The people around him were far away, sighing, and the kind-hearted people were still advising the old man, "Old Zhangtou, let's give them the money quickly!"

The warrior was dismissive of such a thing, trampling on the fallen fruit and walking forward.

Seeing that all the hard work was burned, Lao Zhangtou's breath of an iron man filled his body, and he shouted with fearless courage;

Picking up the flat pole at hand and beckoning to the fat man, the two gangsters pushed Lao Zhang's head aside with all his might, and hurriedly took care of the fat man's injuries.

"Get out! don't kill this old brute yet!" he pushed the two of them away and shouted angrily.

Lao Zhangtou got up from the ground with difficulty, clutched the flat pole in his hand tightly, and hit the three of them the forehead.

The two gangsters picked up the long stick in their hands and struck at Lao Zhangtou's head fiercely, and Lao Zhangtou's eyes showed a frightened look.

The surrounding neighbors were also standing aside, frightened, and all felt sad for the fate of the old man, and some young men were sad and wanted to make a move, but they were all held by the old man in front of them.

Zhao Haochen sighed, these people hurt people, this touched Zhao Haochen's bottom line, after all, from the 21st century, the idea of respecting the old and loving the young has been deeply implemented in his mind.

Just for a flash of cold light in front of everyone, two broken sticks flew away into the distance, and three terrible howls permeated the entire market.

The timid man who covered his eyes couldn't bear to see the misery of Lao Zhangtou, so he wanted to leave, turned around, and the three familiar figures lay on the ground and kept wailing, first stunned, with a look of disbelief, he quickly rubbed his eyes, as if he realized something, and quickly turned around, Zhao Haochen stood in front of the old man, and stretched out his hand to help Lao Zhangtou up.

"Shaoxia, let's go, this bloody gang is a big gang here, you can't beat it alone, let's go, let's go!" Realizing that he was fine, Lao Zhangtou hurriedly dissuaded the chivalrous young man in front of him, after all, people saved themselves, and we can't hurt people to lose their names here.

The old man pushed Zhao Haochen and told him to get out of here quickly and run for his life.

Zhao Haochen stood up and walked straight towards the three of them.

Raising his foot and stepping on the two heads, Zhao Haochen stood there lightly, staring at the fat man, an invisible sword aura surrounded his fat body, and the sharp sword qi swam on his body like a small snake.

The fat man was covered with dense small wounds all over his body, and wisps of blood slowly flowed out, soaking his clothes. Cold sweat was dripping on his head, and I don't know if it was because of being frightened or because of the pain of tens of thousands of small wounds.

"Go back and tell your helper, let him come to see me in person before evening!" Zhao Haochen's handsome cheeks showed a trace of coldness, and his eyebrows were raised, sharp, like a sharp sword, pointing straight at the sky.

"Shaoxia's surname, how can I report to the gang leader?" This fat man is quite smart, although he doesn't know the character in front of him, but listening to this breath is very big, he is already secretly brewing in his heart, let the gang leader dominate the boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, you know, the leader of the Blood Demon Gang has already stepped into the Wasteland Realm with one foot.

The scorching sun shone on his white robe, his delicate appearance, his handsome figure looked like the son of a family, cold, killing, sharp, and resolute, at this moment, it was completely unreflected in him.

The best son in the world, a beautiful boy!

The prince charming in the heart of an innocent girl.

Without saying a word, he quietly disappeared into the crowd.

Gangs have become his target, and the cultivation of these local snakes is not high, but the number of people is very large, far more than any force, and the ability to collect intelligence is very terrifying.

One gang naturally couldn't meet his needs, so he simply inquired, and there were five gangs in this Apocalypse City.

However, this time Zhao Haochen didn't plan to make another move, it was too tiring, and the four identical letters were sent by the shopkeeper respectively, and he tasted the wine and savored the taste.