Chapter 1013 995 Gang

Chapter 1013 995. Gangs

The base of the Mud Gang is a large courtyard forcibly enclosed in a crooked building complex.

After passing the gate, a gatekeeper carefully confirmed his identity, and Marsh was able to lead the two people into it.

The ground in this courtyard is just as bad as the outside. The courtyard is not empty, but there are many simple small buildings built inside.

It seems that collecting rent is also one of the ways for the Mud Gang to make money.

After taking anesthetic powder, his eyes are straight, and he keeps running noses and sneezing.

There are also cheap prostitutes wearing tattered dresses with a piece of cloth covering their chests.

Even if they live in the city outside this courtyard, these people will still be their current professions, but their living standards will be higher than here.

Because here, not only can they still be drug addicts and prostitutes, but most of their income has to be given to the Mud Gang.

The gang's squeeze on people is like a juicer on the fruit inside.

The gangs will not stop until they crush people from the inside out into a mud that can't even sustain their own lives.

The more the gangs make a living in a harsh environment, the more ruthless they will be in this regard.

They can't beat the gangs at the top, and to maintain their existence, they need to be ruthless to the ordinary people at the bottom who are powerless to resist.

Lan En followed Marsh and looked around, looking at the prostitutes with trembling thighs and the cleaners who cleaned up the uncontrollable bodies of drug addicts.

The corners of his mouth became a little stiff.

At the same time, Marsh, who was leading the way in front, didn't feel anything, but inexplicably, his teeth began to tremble, and a violent panic appeared out of nowhere.

It was like a mouth that had been opened to the limit, full of sharp teeth and hot air, had been placed on the back of his neck.

The face with a layer of black wrinkles and tattoos was about to be twisted to cry.

Triss seemed to have sensed Lan En's mood swings. She stood silently beside Lan En and hugged his arm under his cloak.

They walked tremblingly to the deepest part of the yard.

This should have been a two-story tavern, but now it has become a gang station.

Marsh lowered his head and dared not look at Lan En, and led them in.

There were already quite a few people standing in the whole house.

The seat originally used for the minstrel in the tavern was now replaced by a chair, and a thin, protruding, lifeless man with eyes sat on it.

It seemed that this was Skechers, the leader of the Mud Gang.

In front of him, Francis Belan, who had just met on the road, was leading his people to be questioned by the boss.

There were quite a few of them on the road just now, and there was a small piece of them raised up.

But the situation in the room was not optimistic now. More people vaguely surrounded this group of people in a surrounding posture, and circled them in the small area in front of Skechers.

The atmosphere was very stagnant, and the people who were surrounded looked at each other coldly, and some of them put their hands under their clothes.

There should be daggers, short swords, iron-clad short sticks and other things in there.

Lan En and Triss, who had just entered the door, watched this scene.

They were in the same gang, but the gang leader seemed to be ready to kill Francis and his gang at any time.

It was normal to think about it. The small leader under him quietly came up with such a new and potential organizational model, but he didn't tell me. Instead, I found it out myself.

If Francis Belan hadn't had a high position and status in the gang, he would have been killed at that time.

"How many beggars have you pulled in now, Francis?"

In the stagnant atmosphere, the gang leader who was originally sitting on the chair on the stage and staring at Francis suddenly said.

His eyes looked like dead fish eyes at first glance, but if you look at people with these eyes for a long time, it will make people feel cold.

Those are not "dead fish eyes", they are eyes that have no emotional fluctuations after getting used to killing people.

"Last time you pulled nineteen beggars into your network, which brought a lot of convenience to everyone. When we go out to kill people, the opponents we meet are always fewer than us. If we want to rob something, we can always find a place to hide the goods."

"That's good, Francis. You see, in addition to you, the one who came up with the plan, I also gave old Monk a new set of clothes, a prosthetic leg, and three or four errand boys. As a reward for him relaying your plan to me."

Skecher pointed to a timid figure under the stage.

The figure was gritting his teeth and looking at Francis. His face was wrinkled and had a messy beard. He was wearing a cloth dress, but his exposed skin had old scars and unhealed sores.

A mouthful of yellow rotten teeth was exposed in his gritting mouth.

"Don't be so mean to him, old Monk. If it weren't for Francis, you wouldn't be able to join the Mud Gang. You have to thank him."

"I just want to thank you now! Not this disloyal Francis!"

Skecher laughed, but from beginning to end, his dead fish eyes never left Francis' face.

The bald Francis didn't have a very intense expression, and it seemed that he didn't see Old Monk at all.

He just calmly reported to the boss like an ordinary responsible gang leader.

"I have already negotiated with another 20 beggars in the dock area. They will become our spies in the dock area. But I can't suppress their treatment anymore, at least they have to be the same as the first batch."

"Can't you suppress it? Can't you suppress a bunch of stinky workers begging for money?"

Before Francis could finish, Skechers interrupted him.

"Of course if it's an ordinary job, we can beat or threaten them. But now we not only ask them to work, but also ask them to keep it secret voluntarily. If it's not voluntary, then what's the point of keeping it secret?"

"Anyway, the gang only gives you so much. If you can't negotiate, you can make up for it yourself."

Letting his subordinates work for a fee is a clear sign among the gang that they don't want this subordinate to get away with it.

But no one present felt that something was wrong, because it was Francis himself who first concealed his new way of making money, and was later discovered by the boss.

It doesn't matter if he is embarrassed or even killed.

Of course, if he really concealed it at first and then used the funds he earned to make it bigger on his own, there would be nothing to say.

Gangsters focus on results, and whoever is stronger is justified.

Skechers' dead fish eyes looked at Francis in the audience, and Francis also looked at the gang leader quietly.

The atmosphere became more solemn, and the sound of blades being slowly pulled out from under the clothes was subtle, but numerous and could not be ignored.

The little brother Francis brought over had his eyes twinkling, and he began to stand back-to-back in a circle.

The corners of Francis' mouth twitched, but he finally gritted his teeth, his apple muscles bulging, and he lowered his head.

"I'll do it, boss."

"very good."

Skechers also immediately accepted Francis's show of weakness and did not immediately break up with him.

He still has more time. Francis has status and prestige in the gang, but he is slowly chipping away at it. He now has this new way of making money, and he has no shortage of time.

The atmosphere relaxed, and the two groups of people who originally stared at each other and bowed their waists relaxed their bodies on guard.

As if to break the tense atmosphere, Skechers shouted towards the door.

"Marsh!"

"I saw you, damn bastard. Come here and tell us where the halfling went? He owes us a lot of money."

The person whose name was called from the edge of the crowd trembled all over, like a frightened quail.

He moved with difficulty and moved toward the center of the room.

He walked a few steps for at least half a minute before slowly walking to Skechers' side.

"O-Boss."

Skechers' original intention was to use Marsh's errand to lighten the atmosphere and not make it so tense. If one of his subordinates took anesthetic powder and became unconscious, it would be uneconomical to start a fight with Francis.

But he didn't expect Marsh to act like a frightened quail now.

Wasn't he very cruel before? You are simply embarrassing yourself in front of Francis by acting like this!

Skechers' tone darkened at Marsh's performance.

"What do you mean by your cowardice? No gain? How dare you come back if you have no gain?"

Marsh's order was to wait outside Dudu's house until the halfling appeared, and then bring him back directly.

But now he obviously has nothing.

The gangster leader swallowed, thinking about what he had been told on the way back. His throat felt dry, but he still stuttered and spoke under the inexplicable fear.

"I, we didn't see the halfling, boss. We haven't seen it yet. We've been waiting for several days. If it doesn't work, you can give me some more clues. I can send people to look for him while I wait. At least I have something to do. "

"So just because you didn't expect anyone, you dared to come back empty-handed?"

Finally, Skechers' dead fish-like eyes left Francis for the first time and turned to Marsh.

Now is the critical period when the gang has found a new way to make money and is about to open up the market. He suspects that Marsh is giving him eye drops.

But when he looked at the gangster leader, he only found that his face was dull.

".There are no other clues."

Perhaps because he still had some trust in Marsh, Skechers answered him.

"All you have to do is bring that damn halfling dwarf to me, and his money! If you can't do it, you just need people! Do you understand?"

Normally at this time, Marsh would of course understand it, and would even nod obsequiously.

But today is different.

He frowned and his pupils trembled in panic: "Tell me more, boss. I really haven't seen anyone."

"If you don't see anyone, keep waiting! Don't touch anything in the house, don't sell it for money, don't smash it. Just wait for him to come back. What I want is people! You stupid ass has taken too many drugs today. Can’t you understand people?”

"No, of course he understands human speech."

At the door, in the shadow of the candlelight, a voice came out steadily and quietly.

The wooden floor creaked under the weight, and the thick leather boots stepped on the wooden board.

A tall figure wearing a wide cloak half-figured out from the shadows.