Patrol the streets.”

Mertesa shook his head lightly:

"There are still people who want to follow the path of Qingpi, pouring dirty water, stuffing dirty money and so on, but what can I say, that bastard, his brain is really damaged and his whole body is a mess, and there is no oil or salt in it."

"In the past few years, he has been complained, reprimanded, punished, suspended, imprisoned, and reprimanded so many times, but he is still ignorant and has not learned anything. He is still able to work hard once he is reinstated.

He ran into the street! He kept causing trouble!"

"I heard that a few gangs got confused and decided to kill people, but nothing happened. I guess I was stopped - what a joke, Qingpi's life is obviously going to be killed in Yongxing City, you really think that the police department is a vegetarian

Yes?"

Mertesa said while laughing, as if he was talking about a joke after dinner.

Glover looked at Cohen in surprise, and Leyock also frowned.

But Cohen stared blankly at Mertesa, momentarily absent-minded and breathing disorderly.

Thales had to bump his arm.

"A few years have passed, and the eight or nine small groups responsible for looking after beggars under the Brotherhood are almost brought to tears. They are all miserable. It is difficult to even go out to do business, let alone make money."

Cohen swallowed hard.

"Such a gang either can't afford food and disperses, or they fall into the hands of that idiot Qingpi and squat there, or they turn to other businesses: working in the Xicheng Gate to accompany outsiders, and spying on Hongfang Street.

Isn't it more popular for a prostitute to fatten sheep than to raise a kid to beg for money, perform errands, and have fun?"

Thales didn't speak. He just stood there and took a deep breath.

"so now……"

It was Cohen who spoke, his lips trembling and his voice tense:

"Now……"

"Yes," Mertesa's tone dropped:

"Now, with so many streets around, no one has the thankless task of keeping beggars in captivity anymore - at least not as far as I know, thanks to that idiot Qingpi."

"The beggars you meet now are either running around on the streets by themselves, or working for their parents at home. You have to be careful, just in case that idiot police officer comes shopping again one day - brother, you

What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Mertesa looked suspiciously at Cohen, whose chest was heaving and unable to control himself.

Cohen closed his eyes and waved his hands.

He turned his head to one side so that no one could see his face, only his shoulders shook slightly.

"It's nothing," Thales said without changing his expression, but his mood was complicated:

"He had a friend who was also tricked by that idiot Qingpi, so he was a little excited."

Cohen hid his face in his sleeves and nodded resignedly.

Glover handed over a handkerchief expressionlessly, and Cohen pulled it away and started blowing his nose without saying a word.

Mertesa looked at Cohen with a frown on his face as if he was looking at a fool.

"etc."

Leyock said unwillingly:

"The Brotherhood no longer raises beggars. What will happen to our street intelligence and new blood?"

Mertesa chuckled.

"The devil knows, but when something happens, I secretly give some money to the beggars and let them work, run errands, pet sheep, let loose, send messages, etc..."

Mertesa said with an angry expression:

"That's right. In recent years, you have acquired Hongfang Street and a large number of sites from the Blood Bottle Gang. There are not enough manpower to collect protection fees in these new areas. Who cares about beggars..."

"In the past, the Brotherhood was suppressed by the Blood Bottle Gang, but now, look at you, the majestic boss Leyoke, beating the red turbans into running away. People who want to join the Brotherhood are queuing up.

It’s too late!”

Mertesa laughed sadly:

"Who the hell has time to care about outdated losers like us - who the hell cares!"

The air was filled with Mertessa's crazy laughter, and Layok remained silent for a long time.

Mertesa had had enough laughter and calmed down:

"Now, who has any questions?"

Cohen was still rubbing his face, while Glover twitched the corners of his mouth indifferently.

Thales removed his eyes from his sleeves and stopped talking.

Leyock looked at him deeply and shook his head.

"Very good," Mertesa bowed with difficulty and said sarcastically:

"Now if you'll excuse me, gentlemen."

After saying that, he turned around and limped towards Beth's direction.

Leyock looked at his back quietly, looking at the empty sleeves.

"Aren't you going to the sixth house?"

The Silent Killer suddenly spoke:

"At least go and get the pots and bowls back."

Mertesa didn't look back and sneered.

"The people who live there are another group of old thugs from the Brotherhood, although they are either disabled or sick," Mertesa pressed his broken arm, his voice lost:

"But there are many of them."

Leyock trembled slightly.

Mertesa's footsteps fell together and gradually faded away.

"Mertesa, wait!"

Leyock sighed, walked up, and handed out a money bag:

"Listen to me, Boss Morris needs exactly what he needs..."

Mertesa subconsciously took the money bag.

But within a few seconds, his expression changed from stunned to angry, ashamed, and then ferocious.

"Morris Morris Morris!"

"Can you fucking stop saying other people's names all the time! You're a human being!"

Mertesa's eyes turned red, he threw the money bag away and roared:

"And he's not your father!"

Mertesa's violent reaction shocked everyone.

Leyock stared at the money bag on the ground and took a deep breath:

"Listen to me, Boss Morris, he is different from Rhoda..."

"It's not like you are paralyzed!"

Mertesa roared:

"I don't need your charity! Get out of here!"

One of the former thirteen generals angrily dragged his remains and left tremblingly.

"This is the so-called 'coming out to hang out'," Glover didn't know what he thought of. He looked at Mertesa's back and said quietly:

"All dignity is vain."

Cohen sniffed, still hiding half of his face in his sleeves:

"No, I...I actually think...he is pretty good...wuwu..."

Only Leyock remained silent. He looked at the back of his old acquaintance from a distance and closed his eyes.

Thales walked past him, also looked at Mertesa's limping steps, and sighed:

"This is his ending - even for the former Thirteenth General."

"If one day you become like him..."

"what would you do?"

Leyock opened his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes: "I don't know."

"But I'm definitely not following you, my lord."

Thales chuckled.
To be continued...