Chapter 277

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Chapter 277: Floral Shirts and Iron Horses
Wu Shimu left.
This middle-aged man is very restrained.
Giving gifts, drinking, chatting for a while.
Without discussing serious matters, it was like meeting an old friend on purpose, getting something, and then leaving right away.
Not causing any mental burden to Di Zheng, showing smoothness in his dealings with others.
Di Zheng looked at the wine in his hand and self-mockingly said, “Taking advantage of others is not good.”
Luo Yan chose not to use the ‘Eye of Reality’ to peek into his thoughts out of respect for the man.
However, he also knew that Di Zheng must be in a dilemma.
On the other hand, he didn’t want to outright refuse Wu Shimu. Otherwise, with his personality, he would not covet a bottle of wine that costs tens of thousands.
Luo Yan cleared his throat and said, “If it’s just about interfering with the Corps’ activities, we can trust him.”
“At least for now, he won’t meddle too much with the Corps.”
Di Zheng glanced at him.
They didn’t ask Luo Yan why he felt that way.
Di Zheng just smiled and nodded, saying, “Okay.”
Then he left.
When night came.
Luo Yan put on his cloak, took ‘Ring Dragon’, and carried ‘Skeleton Removal’, arriving at Southern Wind Town.
Southern Wind Town is the ‘slum’ of Guangling City, where he had bought the rundown record store.
This area is a mix of good and bad people.
Bars, black markets, mercenary groups, and gang headquarters are everywhere.
The population here is diverse, and the underground city turns a blind eye to it, resulting in many problems.
But as long as it’s not too outrageous, the Local Land Bureau here will not bother at all.
For the same reason, people living at the bottom of the city do not need any licenses to make a living here.
So, working during the day and setting up stalls at night is almost a normal way of life for the people at the bottom of this area.
Luo Yan pulled his hood and weaved through the crowd. As he passed by a barbecue stall, a voice angrily shouted out.
“Are you blind? I just bought this clothes, darn it!”
Then a figure stumbled at Luo Yan’s feet.
It was a boy of about ten years old, wearing clothes that had been washed to a pale color, with one cloth shoe and one slipper on his feet.
The boy lying on the ground, a puppy that was just a month old gently nudged the boy’s pant leg with its nose, then barked towards someone inside the barbecue stall in a whiny voice, seeming to be standing up for its owner.
A foot flew over, kicking the puppy and making it whimper.
The little boy quickly hugged the dog, “Don’t hit Ah Huang.”
The person hitting wore a flowery shirt, earrings, and had a hint of red in his hair.
There was a stain on his flowery shirt, it seemed like it was accidentally dirtied by the child, which made him very angry.
Luo Yan had seen too many things like this before.
Didn’t intend to interfere.
But now, the man in the flowery shirt blocked his way.
Luo Yan had to softly say, “Please let me pass.”
The man in the flowery shirt was puzzled for a moment, then turned around, tilting his head to look at Luo Yan, “What? Trying to be a hero? Seeking justice?”
“Why pull your hat down so low, trying to look cool?”
He lifted Luo Yan’s hat and saw a pair of red eyes, he immediately scoffed, “Bad luck, turns out it’s a dangerous person.”
Over there, it should be the boy’s father who was a street vendor, he had already pulled his own son back, quietly packed up the stall, hoping to sneak away while the attention was on Luo Yan.
Luo Yan frowned, not wanting to waste time on such a boring matter, he put on his hat and was about to leave.
A bottle flew towards him, aiming to hit him on the head.
“Are you deaf or mute, I’m talking to you.”
The man in a flowered shirt picked up another bottle and smashed it at Luo Yan’s feet.
At this moment, Luo Yan caught the bottle flying towards his head, then hit it back, hitting the man in the flowered shirt on the head.
The man in the flowered shirt let out a scream, with blood gushing from his head, and he tumbled onto a table, knocking over the food on it.
Around that table, four or five men quickly stood up, pulling out knives and sticks, and rushed towards Luo Yan.
The man in floral shirt held his head and shouted, “Kill him! How dare you hit someone from our ‘Floral Shirt’ group here, you are asking for trouble.”
As he finished speaking, he saw flashes of knives in the crowd, either chopping off his henchmen’s hands or dismembering their arms.
As he uttered the last word, four or five of his henchmen were lying on the ground, moaning in pain while holding their wounds.
Then, he saw the young man with red eyes slowly sheathing a long knife.
Luo Yan paid no attention to the man in floral shirt, just lifted his foot and kicked a dagger away.
The dagger immediately shimmered with a cold light, whistled through the air, and sank into the man’s chest who was shouting for a fight just now.
The man widened his eyes, seeming unable to believe that Luo Yan dared to kill him.
“You..”
“Seventh Uncle Lei will avenge me.”
When he took his last breath, Luo Yan had already walked far away, disappearing into the crowd.
At that moment, the barbecue stall owner quickly packed up, grabbed his son, and hurried away from the trouble spot.
After a brief interruption.
Luo Yan found Xi Jiu Hutong.
The alley was dimly lit, the ground was unevenly paved with bricks and stones. Someone from an unknown house poured dirty water directly out of the window, splashing on the ground and startling a pair of wild mandarin ducks.
Luo Yan felt a bit doubtful.
Could this place really be hiding a mercenary group?
Just as he was about to step in, he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.
Luo Yan stopped in his tracks.
Holding a knife at the entrance of the alley, I looked out and saw a group of men in floral shirts approaching aggressively.
Are these men from the ‘Floral Shirt’ gang?
‘Floral Shirt’ is a major gang here, with Lei Qi as their leader. All members of the gang wear floral shirts, which is their main symbol.
Just when Luo Yan thought these people were coming for revenge, they unexpectedly passed by him at the alley entrance and then turned into Xi Jiu Hutong.
Suddenly, there was chaos in the alley.
A voice shouted loudly, “I am the ‘Floral Shirt’ Mountain Falcon. Those doing business here better leave now, or you might lose some parts later. Don’t blame me for not warning you.”
Immediately, figures emerged from the alley.
Among them were smugglers and girls involved in illicit activities, all sorts of people who quickly scattered.
At that moment, a loud voice echoed from deep within the alley.
The imposing figure in floral clothing has arrived, ready to clear the scene. “What, do they think all of us ‘iron horses’ are dead already?”
The final sentence boomed like thunder, echoing through the alley.
At the same time.
The lights flickered on one by one, illuminating the alley brightly.
In the alley, windows poked out with shiny black gun barrels.
Figures wielding guns popped up on the rooftops of the low houses lining the alley.
At the end of the alley, right in front of it, stood the imposing figure of the leader.
He held a gun in his left hand and a knife in his right.
A cigar dangled from his mouth.
Around his waist was a belt of grenades.
He stood there with a big sword, facing a group of elegant men in the alley.