Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1013 995. Gang

The residence of the Mud Gang is a large courtyard forcibly enclosed among a group of crooked buildings.

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

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

It seems that rent collection is also one of the methods of income for the Mud Gang.

An addict whose eyesight goes straight after taking anesthetic powder, and his nose keeps running and sneezing.

There are also cheap prostitutes wearing tattered dresses who hold a piece of cloth to their chests.

Even if they live in the city outside this courtyard, although these people will still have their current occupations, 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 must be given to the Mud Gang.

The gang squeezes people like a juicer squeezes the fruit inside.

The gangsters will not stop until they crush people from the inside out into a pulp that cannot even sustain their own lives.

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

They cannot defeat the higher-level gangs, and to maintain their existence they need to deal harshly with ordinary people at the lower levels who are unable to resist.

Lan En followed Marsh and looked around, looking at the prostitutes with trembling thighs and the cleaners cleaning up the uncontrollable bodies of the poisonous insects.

The corners of his mouth stiffened a little.

At the same time, Marsh, who was leading the way, didn't feel anything, but inexplicably, his teeth began to chatter, and violent panic appeared in vain.

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

The face with a layer of black chapped and tattoos was so twisted that he was about to cry.

Triss seemed to feel the fluctuations in Lan En's mood. She stood beside Lan En silently and hugged his arm under the cloak.

He walked tremblingly all the way to the deepest part of the yard.

This was originally a two-story tavern, but now it has become a gang compound.

Marsh lowered his head, not daring to look at Lan En, and brought them in.

There are many people standing in the whole house now.

The bard's performance seat in the tavern was now occupied by a chair, and a lean man with protruding eyes and lifeless eyes was sitting on it.

Apparently this is Skechers, the leader of the Mud Gang.

In front of him, Francis Belan, whom he met on the road just now, 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 only a small piece of them when they were lifted up.

But now the situation in the room is not optimistic. More people vaguely surrounded this group of people, encircling the small area in front of Skechers.

The atmosphere was very stagnant. The people surrounded and the people surrounded looked at each other coldly, and someone on each side put their hands under their clothes.

There should be daggers, daggers, iron-clad short sticks and the like in there.

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

They are both in the same gang, but the gang boss seems ready to kill Francis and his gang at any time.

It's normal to think about it. The little boss under his command quietly came up with such a new organizational model with great potential, but he didn't tell himself about it. Instead, he found it out on his own.

If Francis Belan hadn't been a lowly man and a low-ranking member of the gang, he would have been killed at that time.

"How many more beggars have been brought in now, Francis?"

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

His eyes look like dead fish eyes at first glance, but if you look at them for a long time, they will make people feel chilly.

Those are not 'dead fish eyes', those are eyes that no longer have any emotion after getting used to killing people.

"Last time you brought nineteen beggars into your network, which brought a lot of convenience to everyone. When we go out to kill people, we always encounter fewer opponents than us. We can always grab anything we want. Find the hiding place.”

"That's very good, Francis. You see, in addition to you who came up with the plan, I also gave old Munch a new suit of clothes, a prosthetic leg, and three or four errand boys. As he relays your plan Give me a reward."

Skechers pointed to a cowering figure below the stage.

The figure was looking at Francis with gritted teeth. His face was covered with wrinkles and a messy beard. He was wearing cloth clothes, but his exposed skin had old scars and unhealed sores.

A mouth full of yellowed rotten teeth was revealed from the gnashing mouth.

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

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

Skechers chuckled, but from beginning to end, those dead fish-like eyes never moved away from Francis’s face.

The bald Francis didn't have an overly intense expression, and he didn't seem to see Old Monk at all.

He just calmly reports to the boss like an ordinary and conscientious gang leader.

"I have already negotiated with another twenty beggars in the dock area. They will become our spies in the dock area. But I can't suppress their treatment, at least it must 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.

"If it's an ordinary job, of course, we can beat or threaten them. But now we not only ask them to work, but we 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 bulged, 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 he walked slowly 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 dare 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.