Compared to the calmness of the day, the North Sector was brightly lit at night.
The lights didn't come from the street lamps, but from the neon lights.
Among the rows of short houses, the colorful neon lights weren't just the main source of light, they were also the indicator lights for the North Sector locals.
The red and yellow ones were the gambling stalls.
The red and blue ones were the tobacco stalls.
The red and pink ones were the horse stalls.
The pure red ones were the cleaning stalls.
Each color represented a different meaning. Outsiders might not understand it but the Northerners understood it with a single glance.
A few police cruisers were parked in front of the North Sector punctually. The officers glanced over the North Sector with a disgusted and helpless gaze and went quiet.
It wasn't that the North Sector had never been cleaned up.
It was just that the results were minimal.
The cleaning might improve a little when it started.
But it would only last for two to three days before it reverted to its original state. Ai City Council tried several times to clean up the place, but after losing a councilman, a station chief, two chief officers, and no less than 30 officers, they gave up on the place and changed it to 'supervision'. Sentries were set up, the place was quarantined, and every entry and exit had to go through strict checks. As for what happened in the place? The Northerners were responsible for it.
Given such circumstances, as time went by, the situation in the North Sector became more complicated. The messy streets, short houses, gangs that lived and multiplied like cockroaches, all of these turned the place into a lawless place.
A lot of wanted criminals treated the place as heaven.
Of course, to most commoners, the place was still hell.
But Dennis was an exception.
Dennis was a typical Northerner, born and raised in the North Sector. He didn't know who his father was, his mother was a prostitute, and the closest person to him was a pimp.
After his mother died, he became a member of the lowest rung of the gang.
Every day, he ate the cheapest food, sucked on inferior flying leaves, and lingered in the worst horse stalls.
When the boss needed him, he would go out and stand guard, and when he was free, he would kill time in the gambling stalls.
Today was no exception.
Dennis spent the whole afternoon and half of the night in Old Harry's gambling stalls.
The only difference was, compared to the past, Dennis's luck was off the charts, and he had been winning since the sky turned dark.
In front of him was a thick stack of paper money.
Some were big, some were small.
It was enough to make people envious.
However, Dennis wasn't a pushover either. He grew up in this district and he knew the rules very well. He slapped one of the bastards who tried to fish in troubled waters to the ground and stabbed his dagger into the man's body before pulling it out.
Puff!
Blood splattered on Dennis' face and the money beside him.
Like a hungry wolf, Dennis stared at the people around him.
After seeing the people around him dodge, he picked up the money, put it in his pocket, and staggered to the next door.
Northerners did not have the habit of saving money.
Spending money was a characteristic of the Northerners.
Because they didn't know if they could live to see tomorrow.
As a Northerner, Dennis was no exception.
After he walked into the tobacco shop, he took out half of his money and threw it on the table. He shouted at the boss of the tobacco shop, "Give me the best goods."
Without any hesitation and counting the money, the tobacco shop owner didn't even care about the blood on the box and took out a box of Flying Leaves.
It was different from the ordinary, rough flying leaves.
These Flying Leaves were carefully selected and processed to be at least 10% pure.
After Dennis took a deep breath of satisfaction, his eyes immediately became misty. He leaned against the wall and began to puff out clouds of smoke.
Around 10 minutes later, Dennis came back to his senses.
He shook his blurry head, feeling like he had fallen from the clouds to the mortal world. It was terrible.
He really wanted to do it again.
But when he thought about the time he promised to meet that person, Dennis clenched his teeth and controlled himself. He put away the rest of the Flying Leaves and staggered to the other side.
He didn't need to know the way. Following the colorful lights, Dennis soon arrived at the remote place that even the Northerners considered a little.
There were no gambling stalls, no tobacco shop, and no horse stables.
A lot of broken down buildings stood tall. Maybe this place used to be a gang's base, and it might become a gang's base in the future, but now, it was empty.
Since there was no one around, it was a remote place in the eyes of the Northerners.
Dennis thought so too.
If it wasn't for the trade, he wouldn't have come to this remote place.
According to the man's instructions, Dennis bypassed the first two buildings and carefully identified the third building for a while before he found the entrance to the basement hidden behind a pile of garbage.
Dennis didn't knock and pushed the basement door open.
Some Northerners knew how to knock.
Dennis never had the habit of knocking.
After an accidental success in breaking through the Void Gate, Dennis maintained this habit.
He thought it was the source of good luck.
Inside the basement, it was much colder and darker than he expected.
There was only an oil lamp in the corner, and with the weak light, Dennis saw the person he was looking for: a man in a broken windbreaker and a top hat.
The hat covered most of the man's face, only revealing a chin full of stubble.
"Hey, buddy.
"How did you do it?"
"My luck today is really too good."
Dennis moved closer.
"Some little tricks."
The man said in a heavy voice.
"Can you teach me?"
Dennis asked greedily.
"It's hard.
You won't be able to learn. "
The man shook his head.
Dennis smiled. How should he describe his smile? It was like a jackal curling its lips and revealing its fangs.
The dagger that he always carried around with him, still stained with blood, appeared in Dennis' hand.
"What about now?"
Dennis flicked his wrist, and the blood-stained dagger drew a perfect arc under the light of the oil lamp. It showed the familiarity and skill of a dagger user.
"Now?"
The man in the broken windbreaker and the top hat smiled.
With an unexpected smile, he strode over to Dennis.
"Stop!
"Bastard, I'm telling you, stop!"
Do you think I'm joking?! "
Dennis shouted at the man, but when he realized the man had no intention of stopping, he stabbed the dagger at the man.
Life in the North taught Dennis what it meant to strike first and gain the upper hand.
Dennis wouldn't show mercy at a time like this.
When he felt the dagger plunge into the man's body, he looked at the man fiercely.
But right after that, Dennis's eyes were filled with fear.
He couldn't pull the dagger out anymore and the suction force from the dagger was pulling him towards the man's body.
Dennis wanted to let go of the dagger.
However, his hand was glued to the dagger, he couldn't let it go.
On top of that, his throat felt like it was glued, he couldn't make a sound.
All Dennis could do was watch himself being devoured by the man's body bit by bit.
Until the moment he died, Dennis didn't know what happened.
"What a nice appetizer."
The 'man' who was wearing a tattered windbreaker and a top hat spat out the clothes and shoes that belonged to Dennis and commented on the man.
Then, the man looked forward to the main course.
…
Sitting on the soft sofa, Hollun crossed his legs and was trimming his left index finger with a nail clipper.
Behind him were his two bodyguards, one on the left and one on the right, standing there like door guardians.
Beneath his feet was Lop, who was crawling on the floor, shivering.
He looked exactly like those gambling addicts that were brought into this place in the past.
"Lop, your wife sold for 1500 and your son for 1000. Other than that, you still owe me 17000, how are you going to pay me back?"
Hollun said slowly.
"I … I …"
Lope really wanted to say something, but he had already lost everything, so he could not offer anything valuable at all.
You mean fate?
In the North Sector, life was the least valuable thing.
"I'm not an unreasonable person. I'll bring you to a place, as long as you can kill the man inside, we'll call it even. What do you think?"
Hollun asked.
"Fine!"
Lop agreed right away since he had no other choice.
If he didn't, he would die.
If he agreed, at least he could live.
As for the man who was killed?
Lop could only blame his bad luck.
Hollun smiled and waved. The woman beside him helped Hollun put on his shoes. Hollun stood up from the chair and walked out.
Lop?
He followed Hollun obediently.
He didn't walk.
Sitting in a car, Hollun arrived at an area with unfinished buildings.
His eyes were burning when he saw the unfinished buildings.
Compared to the place he was staying at, this place was more suitable for development. If he could occupy this place and slightly renovate it, he could get a bigger share in the North Sector.
Of course, before that, he had to satisfy the local tyrant first.
"It's inside."
Hollun pointed at the door behind the pile of trash.
Lope took a knife from the bodyguard's hand and walked towards the door.
"Oh right.
I forgot to tell you.
Your wife and son are in there too.
If you hurry, you might be able to meet them. "
Hollun suddenly said when Lop was about to push the door open.
When Lop turned around and looked at him with a hateful gaze, Hollun couldn't help but smile, the sneering kind.
Hollun saw Lop off behind the door.
The mocking smile on his face became even more intense.
"A gambling addict wants to show his love as a husband and father?
"What a joke!"
Hollun said as he calculated the time.
Then, he strode towards the door.
Behind him, the bodyguards followed him into the room.
Hollun never believed in promises.
He only believed in himself.
Therefore, when he saw the man in the broken windbreaker and hat in the room, Hollun raised his hand and told his men to take the best spot.
"According to our deal, this place is mine now."
Hollun didn't ask where Lop went.
He didn't care about the people he threw into the room, all he cared about was whether his own benefits would be damaged or not.
"Yes.
This place is yours now. "
The man then walked to the corner of the room and wanted to pick up the oil lamp.
However, one of Hollun's men stood in front of the man and blocked his way.
The man turned to Hollun.
"I said this place is mine!
Including the oil lamp on the floor!
Of course … "
"Including you!"
Hollun said seriously.
"According to our deal, you can get what you want."
The man in the hat said.
"Yeah, I'm just following the agreement. Everything here is mine."
Hollun laughed.
"You really are a scoundrel!
But also the scoundrel I've been looking forward to!
"I can't wait to taste you!"
The man said.
"Is that so?
Me too. "
After Hollun said that, the bodyguard behind him jumped out and pointed his flamethrower at the man.
Fuuu!
A tongue of flame flew out and devoured the man in an instant.
"Since I want everything here, I'll be prepared, otherwise …"
"Then do you think I'll be prepared when dealing with a bunch of scoundrels like you?"
Hollun laughed coldly at the man engulfed in flames, but at the next moment, his cold laugh stopped abruptly. A familiar yet strange voice sounded behind him.
He was familiar because the person behind him should be his most capable subordinate.
That was why he was given the responsibility to deliver a fatal blow to the man.
As for the strangeness, it was because his subordinate's emphasis had become strange.
Without a second thought, Hollun jumped forward.
But it was too late!
Fuuu!
The tongue of flame from the flamethrower swept over Hollun. Not only Hollun, but all the other thugs around him were turned into burning torches.
Then, Hollun's most capable man put out the flamethrower and rammed into the wall like a mad bull.
Bang!
A loud bang later, the man's head exploded.
"Although it's not the original, I don't mind having some barbeque.
"Originally, I thought you would be smarter than the others," Roland said.
Too bad … "
"I'll have to find my next collaborator."
A man wearing a tattered windbreaker and a ceremonial hat walked out from the shadows and said with a sigh.
However, it didn't stop the man from devouring the man.
The man picked up the oil lamp and immediately, the flames splashing everywhere, including Hollun and his men, were all sucked into the oil lamp. Without the flames burning them, Hollun and his men fell to the ground.
Then, all the half-dead men were sucked into the man's body.
When the subordinate with the flamethrower on his back was also devoured by the other party, the man in the tattered windbreaker and mask sighed in satisfaction. He happily carried the oil lamp and pushed open the door to walk out.
Puk!
The moment the man opened the door, a cold glare flashed.
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