Just by following Zhang Heng out for an inspection, the slave girl had personally experienced how chaotic this place was.
While she was walking on the street, the money bag in her hand was snatched away by someone.
After that, the man rushed into the crowd. No matter how the slave girl shouted behind him, the passers-by around her were indifferent. It was as if they did not see the crime that was happening in front of them. Everyone's face was filled with numbness and indifference.
In the end, the slave girl had no choice but to stop shouting. She stood on the street angrily and asked Zhang Heng, who was watching the scene with her, "Why didn't you stop him?"
Zhang Heng said, "There isn't much money in it, is there?"
The two divided the work when they went out. Of course, Zhang Heng kept all the valuables and gold coins with him, and the slave girl's purse was filled with small change, about thirty sestertius.
"But that's also our money," the slave girl said sullenly. Other than losing the money, she was also worried about Zhang Heng's job. It was still broad daylight, and the public security here was already so bad. She could not imagine how bad it would be at night.
At this time, she heard Zhang Heng say leisurely, "It's not impossible for you to get your money back."
"He ran away. How can I get my money back?" The slave girl's eyes widened.
"Although the person who stole your money ran away, his accomplices are still here," Zhang Heng said. "Generally, this kind of money robbery is committed by a gang, and the division of labor is clear. Some choose their targets, some rob the money, and some pretend to be passers-by. Once needed, they will come to help at any time."
While talking, Zhang Heng pointed at a short boy in the crowd. He was only about eleven or twelve years old. "Hey, you, don't run."
When the boy saw Zhang Heng pointing at him, a look of panic suddenly appeared on his face, especially when he heard the word "don't run". Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran. However, he was still a step too late. He did not know how Zhang Heng suddenly appeared behind him in such a short time.
Just as he took half a step forward, his back foot was lifted from the ground.
However, he didn't give up just like that. He wanted to take off his clothes and escape naked, but his little trick couldn't fool Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng used the clothes he took off and tied a knot around his neck. He wanted to run again, but he felt that his throat was getting tighter and tighter, and breathing became more and more difficult.
"Where are your accomplices? Take us to them," Zhang Heng said calmly.
But he soon found out that his question seemed to be in vain. Perhaps the guy who snatched the slave girl's purse saw that his companion in charge of support was arrested, and he came back with two other accomplices, standing not far away.
The oldest of them was estimated to be about sixteen years old, while the youngest looked only ten years old. At this moment, they were all holding weapons in their hands, which made the slave girl a little frightened.
"Let go of Skinny Monkey," the young man who snatched the money said loudly. He was also the oldest in the group.
"Sure, return the money you stole from us first," Zhang Heng said calmly.
"What are you thinking? We are not negotiating with you. If you don't do as we say, we will teach you a lesson!" The young man who snatched the money raised the dagger in his hand and said fiercely.
The slave girl hid behind Zhang Heng, and when she heard that, she also poked her head out, "You guys are too bold. How dare you rob in the street? After being seen through, you even threaten the victim. Aren't you afraid that we will tell the patrol?"
"It's useless even if you tell the patrol. They can't control this place." The young man who snatched the money sneered, "If you know what's good for you, hand over the man and get lost. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."
"Oh, really? What are you going to do?" Zhang Heng said while kicking the young man's calf, making the latter kneel on the ground. The young man who snatched the money regarded it as a provocation. Seeing that, he couldn't stand it anymore, and he rushed at Zhang Heng with his dagger.
Unfortunately, their fighting skills were not as proficient as robbing money. Coupled with their age, their combat effectiveness was limited, and they had picked the wrong opponent. Zhang Heng put them all to the ground with almost no effort. He didn't even need to use his weapon during the process.
After that, he squatted down and searched the young man's body. He then found the slave girl's money bag from the latter's arms and returned it to its owner. "Count it. Is there anything missing?"
The slave girl happily took the money bag and made a face at the group of teenagers on the ground. She then counted the copper coins inside and nodded at Zhang Heng. "It's all here."
However, the smile on her face did not last long. Soon, it froze.
That was because another group of figures appeared on the street.
Previously, the numb passersby did not respond when they heard her shouting. It was as if they were indifferent to everything around them. This time, however, they reacted quickly. When they saw the group of people walking towards them, they hurriedly dodged to the side. The slower ones were pushed to the ground, but they did not dare to complain. They quickly stood up, bowed their heads, and left.
Zhang Heng noticed that the young man who snatched the money also had a flash of fear in his eyes when he saw the group of people.
"What's going on? Is someone here in need of help?" The leader was a tall and slightly feminine Jewish man. His drawn-out voice carried a hint of frivolity.
"No, nothing." The young man who snatched the money bowed his head. "We are just fooling around."
"Fooling around?" The effeminate Jewish man smiled. "Look at you guys. You don't do anything serious all day long. You only know how to play around. Have you collected enough money for this week? Tonight is the deadline."
"We are thinking of a way."
"Are you thinking of a way to collect the money, or are you thinking of a way to lie and fool us?" Asked the feminine Jewish man. "Don't say that I didn't remind you. I heard that you have robbed several fat sheep recently. I hope the amount you can come up with can satisfy Iron Handcuff. Otherwise, you know what will happen to you. As for you …"
Black Mamba shifted his gaze to Zhang Heng, and he said with a faint smile, "You hurt our people. What do you think we should do?"
Unlike the group of young men who snatched the money, the seven people in front of him were all adults, and the weapons in their hands looked more ferocious, including gloves full of iron nails and hammers. Some of them even had some combat experience, working as underground gladiators or bodyguards.
The slave girl could not help but ask nervously, "What should we do? Did those who ran away go back to inform the patrol team?"
"It's unlikely. Besides, I am a member of the patrol team. Although I haven't reported to the patrol team yet, it's not a problem for me to start working a few hours earlier." Zhang Heng still looked unhurried. He patted the young man's cheek and said, "Stay here. I have some questions to ask you, but I have to deal with the things over there first."
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