The streets of the slums were crowded with people.
Men and women of all ages were dressed casually in slippers, shorts, and singlets, just like in China many years ago.
They were sitting on a variety of things, including stools, plastic chairs, and benches.
Some of them were chatting, some were drinking, some were eating, and some didn't forget to do their chores.
A lot of kids were playing together, and a ball was their most common toy.
Even if it was only a small piece of flat ground, a few kids could still have fun playing around a ball.
This was a kingdom of soccer! Luke sighed inwardly and moved on.
To be honest, this place was not much worse than the slums of Los Angeles. The dirty, messy, and poor environment were all about the same.
There were people living under the viaducts in Los Angeles with plastic sheds, and a lot of people sleeping on the streets in busy areas. At least there were houses here.
Without money, it was a slum everywhere.
Luke soon entered a twisting alley.
The alley was only about one meter wide, wide enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder.
It twisted back and forth between the buildings, and the walls of the buildings on both sides were very close together, making the space extremely narrow and cramped.
As Luke walked dozens of meters into the alley, heads quietly poked out from the buildings and windows in front of and behind him.
On the road in front of him, four or five young people also walked out.
They looked unruly and disheveled, and their leader was even shirtless.
But almost all of them were holding guns, and a few of them were even holding rifles on the roofs a little further away.
None of them said anything. They simply surrounded him in silence, as if they were waiting for him to speak.
Luke grinned. "I'm looking for someone."
The shirtless young man sized him up. "We're not police officers."
Luke smiled even more happily. "That's right. That's why I'm here."
The shirtless young man looked at him suspiciously.
Luke had already put on some makeup. His sunglasses and beard made him look less young, but he still gave off a very different vibe from these people.
With a smile, he slowly took out a wad of green bills from his backpack and tossed them over. "This is the deposit. Whether or not you can help me, the money is yours. "
Everybody's eyes turned green with the bills.
The people here were far more sensitive to banknotes than ordinary people. Several of them couldn't help but swallow when they saw the denomination — it was a hundred dollars.
The entire stack was worth at least ten thousand dollars.
For these people, it was definitely a huge sum of money.
The shirtless young man subconsciously caught the stack of cash and quickly ran his thumb and index finger over it. After confirming that it was not fake and that the bills inside were all 100 denominations, he became hesitant.
"Wait a minute," he said as he entered the room next door with the stack of cash.
Luke wasn't in a hurry. He took out a chocolate cream lollipop from his backpack.
He slowly peeled off the wrapper and popped it into his mouth.
His expression was calm and composed, which made the surrounding people who were staring at him feel strange.
To be able to remain so calm when surrounded by dozens of gunmen, one had to be either crazy or confident.
He sensed someone's gaze not far away. It was a relatively small young man.
He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, so he could be considered a boy. He was licking his lips.
Luke grinned. "You want some too?"
The boy subconsciously nodded, but immediately sensed that something wasn't right, and quickly shook his head.
Luke chuckled and took out another lollipop from his backpack. He tossed it over. "What are you scared of? Can't a man have candy? "
The boy couldn't help but catch the lollipop that flew at him.
The people around him, who had strange expressions earlier, were lost for words.
Wasn't there a guy who was calmly eating candy while surrounded by dozens of guns? Who dared to say that he wasn't a man?
Of course, whether or not this manly guy would die later, or how miserably, was another matter.
Less than five minutes later, the shirtless young man appeared on another roof and gestured at the people down below. "Bring him up."
Only then did the people around him quietly disappear into the houses next door.
Only two young men aimed their guns at him. One of them led the way, and the other took his backpack and gestured for him to follow them.
Luke didn't think much of it. He put his hands in his pockets and followed them.
The small backpack only contained some food and candies, and nothing else.
Before he entered this place, he had put everything in his inventory. The backpack was just a prop to fool people.
The reason why the men only took the backpack without searching him was because he was wearing a tight vest and a thin long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of thin sweatpants.
Not to mention hiding a gun, even a small knife would be exposed in this outfit.
After a few turns on the path, Luke entered an extremely narrow yard. Going up a small but steep staircase on the side, he reached a platform with a shed.
The environment here was still very ordinary, but there was beer, food, and a refreshing sea breeze.
Apart from the fact that there were no pretty girls, no sand, and a terrible smell, this place was quite comfortable.
A middle-aged man with tattoos all over his body was sitting on a beach chair. Behind him were two brawny men with rifles.
The shirtless young man who had called Luke over and the two young men who had escorted him stood behind Luke with guns in their hands.
"What do you want?" the tattooed middle-aged man asked unceremoniously.
Luke said, "I want to ask about someone."
The tattooed middle-aged man asked, "Who?"
Luke took out a photo from his shirt pocket and tossed it on the table in front of the tattooed middle-aged man. "Lisa Feng, a female doctor from Mexico."
The tattooed middle-aged man raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes at the photo. "I've never seen her before."
Luke hummed and said, "Then I'm sorry to bother you. Goodbye."
The tattooed middle-aged man raised his hand, and the men next to him pointed their guns at Luke.
"You don't seem to know what this place is or who I am!" The tattooed middle-aged man stood up with an M1911 pistol in his hand. "Now, hand over your money, credit cards, and passwords."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Is this … a robbery?"
The tattooed middle-aged man sneered. "No, this is tuition. It's for you to learn how to survive in Rio. "
Luke tilted his head and thought for a moment. "So, you're not going to kill me?"
The tattooed middle-aged man didn't reply. He simply made a gesture, and two young men behind Luke stepped forward and tried to grab his hands.
Luke sighed. "Instead of making money, you have to rob. The local gangs are so rude! "
As he spoke, he stepped forward and walked toward the tattooed middle-aged man a few meters away.
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