The room was filled with smoke, as if it was a fairyland.
A few heavy smokers were playing cards while leisurely puffing out clouds of smoke. It was really fortunate that the men in the corner were able to persist in their exercise.
When Marza pushed the door open, these people were focused on what they were doing. Only the bald man and the fatty paid attention to Marza.
"Boss."
Marza was used to it. He walked past these people and came to the bald man.
"What happened? Did you get beaten up?"
The bald man did not continue to tease him. He put down his book, leaned back, and crossed his legs.
Disdain flashed in Fatty's eyes as he stared at half of Marza's face.
Although the fatty had a lot of meat, he was stronger than Marza. It was already impressive that he could become a fatty in Meteor Street.
"Yes." Marza lowered his head. Shame appeared on his face. Because half of his face was swollen, it looked a little strange.
"Tell me." The bald man was expressionless. He was a little interested in what had happened.
First of all, Marza knew the rules. If he was beaten up one on one, he could not expect others to help him. If he was beaten up by a group, depending on the situation, they could still help him.
Since Marza was here, it meant that he was beaten up by a group. However, there should be more than one injury. The most important thing was that the injury was too light.
"It was Machi and the outsiders who were recently accepted." Marza's tone was mixed with anger. He knew his boss's style, so he did not exaggerate and directly told him what had happened.
After hearing Marza's story, the fatty immediately mocked, "Are you kidding me? You're as strong as a bull, but you can't move because of a kid?"
The bald man's reaction was not as big as the fatty's. He was deep in thought, his triangular eyes flashing.
Marza knew that he was in the wrong. He could not refute the fatty's mockery. Instead, he raised his head slightly, hoping that his boss would help him.
At this moment, the bald man suddenly stood up and patted Marza's shoulder. "It's not your fault. After all, you haven't come into contact with that level."
Level?
Marza was confused, but he did not dare to ask.
"Where are they?" The bald man grinned, revealing a scary smile.
Hearing this, Marza was overjoyed. Boss asking this meant that he was going to help him. However, before he could say anything, Fatty cut him off.
"Boss, Malza is so useless. Even if you're leaving tomorrow, there's no need to stand up for him, right?"
"Don't say that. We're brothers after all." The bald man glanced at Fatty, his smile growing even more terrifying.
Indeed, according to the usual practice, this kind of situation could only be attributed to Marza's uselessness, and there was no need for him to stand up for him.
There were two reasons why the bald man agreed. First, he judged that the kid named 'Law' also knew how to read, so he was quite interested in meeting him for a while. Second, he had been arranged to be one of the people sent to the mafia organization and had to leave tomorrow.
The key was the second reason.
Anyway, they were about to leave Meteor Street, and they wouldn't be coming back in the future. So, they could relax before leaving.
Originally, he had already made a list of people he wanted to kill before he left, and the way they would die had already been decided.
If these people are the main course, then Law and Machi are just appetizers …
"Heh, heh heh …"
Thinking of this, the bald man suddenly let out a low laugh. His triangular eyes shone with intoxication, he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his lips.
His emotions reached a deep level, his aura unconsciously exuded out. Ruthless, crazy … His body seemed to be wrapped around by a mass of black threads.
Marza and Fatty who were closest to the bald man felt a chill down their spine and subconsciously stepped back a few steps.
The other people in the room were also shocked. Those who were playing cards didn't care about the quality of the cards in their hands, they immediately threw them on the ground and retreated to the corner of the room.
They looked at their boss, who had been laughing in a low voice. They felt the temperature in the room suddenly drop, and their bodies turned cold.
"Tell me the location."
After a moment, the bald man stopped laughing. Without looking at Marza, he picked up the book he just put down and flipped through it. At the same time, the crazy look on his face gradually calmed down.
This was a book that wasn't thick. On the orange cover, there was only one title: A Thousand Ways to Die!
This is the feeling …
Feeling the aura from his boss, Marza's body slightly trembled. At this moment, he realized that his boss was the same kind of person as the kid he just provoked.
His boss asked him the location, but he could only guess the location based on Machi's protective suit.
However, in the following answer, he couldn't use uncertain words like "should" or "might". He had a hunch that if he used those words.
Then, he will … die?
Even if it was just a guess, or he didn't know the exact location, there was only one answer at this time.
At this moment, no one could teach Marza how to answer. He suppressed his fear, gathered all his courage, and replied with a trembling voice: "The landfill area outside West Street."
The landfill area was very large, and there were also classified locations. But Marza could only answer the landfill area.
"Oh."
The bald man suddenly stopped flipping through the pages.
"Well, this is the way to die."
He said to himself, threw the book behind him, and walked towards the door expressionlessly.
Everyone there didn't even dare to breathe, and their eyes followed the bald man to the door.
"You guys continue, I'm going out to 'play'." The bald man opened the wooden door and strode out.
The bald man's name was Cook, and he always thought of himself as a noble person.
After Cook left, Marza's knees went soft, and he knelt on the ground. His face and back were already covered in cold sweat.
Seeing Marza in such a sorry state, the fatty couldn't laugh anymore.
.....
The landfill area outside West Street.
As long as you walked out of Meteor Street and looked around, you would see many trucks carrying all kinds of garbage driving around the landfill area.
These truck drivers may have developed a habit of taking the same route over the years. Every time they came, they would take the same route. The trucks that came from different places carried different types of garbage.
This was the world's garbage dump. Rich and powerful countries, as well as poor and weak countries, would all send their garbage here.
After a long time, no matter which landfill area it was, it would be divided into four areas by the residents of Meteor Street. They were Area A, Area B, Area C, and Area D.
This was just an autonomous division, not garbage sorting.
Area D was the area with the least resources and the most chemical waste. Area A was the area with the most resources, but there would also be various dangerous chemical residues.
Because D area had the least amount of resources and was very dangerous, there were fewer people there. Machi and the others would usually go to D area.
When they arrived at their destination, the four separated.
"Leave what you think is useful."
Following Machi's words, Law walked alone in piles of garbage.
Although not affected by the miasma, the stench was unbearable.
Law's ability to control "Ki" was still weak, but he could still cover his nose with "Ki" to resist the stench.
When he first arrived, he didn't look for useful things first, but wandered around.
Suddenly, an electric current seemed to flash through his calm mind, causing him to subconsciously look at a pile of garbage 20 meters away.
Something is there ….
This sentence inexplicably appeared in his mind.
Law frowned, after hesitating for a moment, he walked toward the pile of garbage.
As the distance narrowed, the subtle feeling became stronger, like an arrow guiding his direction.
Following the increasingly clear feeling, Law endured the psychological discomfort and drilled into the pile of garbage mountain, with a clear purpose.
About ten minutes later, his fingertips accidentally touched a hard object, and white smoke appeared again in his consciousness.
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