The silver moon hung high, barely illuminating this remote and shabby alleyway.

The flickering light from a few torches filtered through the only narrow gap leading outside.

But outside the alley, the rude and rude curses made Thales wake up suddenly.

Although traveling underground made him a little dizzy, and the corners and paths he followed the instructions after arriving on the surface were also a bit complicated, Thales knew very well: he had left the cover of the Secret Department and was exposed to what Longxiao City could see.

Within sight.

He was in danger, and his only hope of getting out of the city at this moment... was the contact person Putilai mentioned.

Thales concentrated his attention, and the sins of the Hell River surged up in time, enhancing his hearing.

More than a dozen different breathing sounds appeared in his senses from two directions: one with many people and the other alone.

"You have been in Longxiao City for so many years," this was the cold voice from before. When he spoke to the crowd, Thales could faintly feel his impatience: "You should know how serious this matter is, and you also know

How serious we are is not a battle of wills."

The rude voice responded with a disdainful sneer: "Humph!"

Thales frowned slightly: Who are they? Where am I?

Where is the person I'm supposed to meet?

Damn Putilai, he clearly said that he didn't want to be like the secret science, but he still left me only a mystery.

The confrontation across the wall seemed to continue: the gruff response clearly displeased his opponents.

The third voice sounded again, seeming to still be trying to convince the rude man: "This is for our survival. From closing the city to raids and now arresting people everywhere, they have never interfered with gangs and underground businesses so roughly...

Listen, the Palace of Heroes is serious this time, I think they don’t even care if they are destroyed.”

Thales's heart shivered.

Starting from noon, Lumba was assassinated and he fled the Palace of Heroes. Until night fell, a few hours passed, and the prince could probably imagine what Longxiao City looked like now.

"I don't think so," the gruff voice replied casually, "I'm doing just fine."

"boom!"

"Hey," it seemed like someone knocked on a certain board angrily: "You old..."

But with another muffled sound, he was about to get angry, as if he was stopped by his companions.

Thales pushed his body closer to the rough broken wall in front of him, raised his ears, and tried to grab all useful information.

"Is it?"

It was the cautious third person, who seemed more inclined to negotiate to solve the problem than his cold companion: "Starting from the afternoon, at the market in Sword District, all the goods we planned to sell this month have been detained;

In Longyi Square, the old gangsters of Camus were directly confiscated; even the nobles of the Spear District and the Ax District were imprisoned in batches, and even the subordinates of powerful vassals such as Kierkegaard were greatly implicated;

As for us? As long as there are people with criminal records, the patrol team will catch them and send them directly to the water prison without asking any questions..."

"And you, you think you are special, that because of your old relationship with Shake the Earth, the poor people in the Shield District and the Hammer District can stay out of trouble, and the patrols and the Grand Duke's personal guards always let you go?"

He paused.

A cold voice took over his words: "You are wrong."

"And one day, you will pay for it."

Thales's heart moved, and he heard a few key words.

The prince looked around subconsciously: This remote alley seemed to be old, and the irregular brick and stone walls were badly damaged, as if they would fall down if touched. The house on the left that it connected to had obviously not been occupied for a long time. Only half of the house was left.

The house was even more miserable than the abandoned house that Thales had stayed in. It was as if someone had taken a giant hammer and smashed a third of it vertically downwards, starting from the roof.

But Thales soon realized that the ground under his feet was also full of gravel and rotten wood, and there were even deep pits from nowhere.

Like...

It's like a messy battlefield.

Is there such a place in Longxiao City?

Thinking of this, Thales immediately trembled slightly!

Under the moonlight, he turned his head in disbelief, and looked around through the narrow cracks in the alleyway and several holes in the broken walls: dilapidated beams, collapsed brick walls, dirty paths, and something strange in his nose.

No fishy smell...

Thales was stunned.

He knows this place.

He still remembered the texture of the rough dirt road under his feet, the low and cluttered old houses, and the maze-like intricate alleyways.

Only the bustling sound of people is missing.

here it is……

Thales touched the broken wall and stared blankly at the house with the roof smashed off.

This is the shield zone.

It is the shield area of ​​Longxiao City.

It was the Shield Zone that was destroyed six years ago due to the crazy and fierce battle between two magicians with no bottom line.

It was him who ran away frantically for his life with his little cunning head, it was he who crossed life and death with tears in his eyes, and it was he who followed the black sword in the shield zone to fight back to the death.

It's here.

An inexplicable sadness surged into Thales' heart.

So many years.

He finally returned to this place.

However, Thales had doubts in his heart: Why did Putilai come to this place by himself?

"Hahahahahaha..."

A rude voice suddenly laughed loudly, attracting Thales' attention.

"'You will pay the price', hahahaha..."

The laughter was bold and wild, but Thales could hear the displeasure and sullenness in it.

With the senses enhanced by the sin of Hell River, Thales could vaguely feel that opposite the rude voice, the breathing of the group of people was getting heavier and heavier.

It seems that the scene is getting more and more ugly.

The laughter gradually stopped.

"You know," the rude voice paused for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice, even deeper than before:

"Six years ago, Urad couldn't survive in Longxiao City, so he used tricks and turned the market and the black market into a mess. Coupled with the disappearance of the Far Eastern man, the business in Gong District also declined.

There was a blank, so for a while, all the scum who overestimated their capabilities wanted to grab these bones..."

The rude man paused slightly, and there was a dangerous signal in his voice: "And after several years of struggle, those of you who are still here really think that you are a nobody, and you even talk like a big boss.

…”

Urad?

It was six years ago...Rumba's subordinate, the man with eight braids?

Thales frowned, and he subconsciously shrank back, completely hiding himself in the darkness behind the wall.

"enough."

The cold voice spoke again, as if he was the leader of this group of people.

"We don't know the past grievances between you and Ullad, Cripple," his words still lacked any warmth: "We don't want to get involved, but everyone is looking for a living in Longxiao City..."

"Ha!" A rude voice suddenly rose, interrupting him.

"To make a living?"

Even though this guy is alone, he seems to be very kind. Facing so many people, he is not only calm and fearless, but his tone is even more arrogant:

"It's been several years, and there was Urad's example before. Regardless of water, land or black roads, the increasingly strict patrols have confiscated your goods more than a dozen times. The money lost was enough to buy a Dragon Sky City, but

You guys are still persevering, as if you have endless money to lose... Hey, are you really occupying the market just to make a living?"

Faced with the rude questioning, the group of people did not speak, but Thales could feel that their breathing rate became closer and more frequent.

"Even so, you have never given up giving gifts and benefits to the nobles in the inner city in these years, as if you have endless money... Including the receptionist who was hanged for having an affair with the Black Sand Leader. I know that his

The benefits are all delivered by you."

He coughed with a rude voice, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and continued to say disdainfully: "Hey, it's neither for fame nor profit, and it looks like you are worried about the country and the people? Tell me, which gang does this, just

Just to 'make a living'?"

The group of people confronting him remained silent, but Thales could already hear the clenching of some people's fists.

"Look, I know your details very well," the rude voice chuckled again, but it was inexplicably chilling: "I know who you are actually helping, and I know whether it is for self-protection or for others.

With a purpose and a backer..."
To be continued...