Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Damn, we hit a hard point!"

Sha Cheng covered his hand. From skin to flesh, it was swollen and painful.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and was not caught on the spot.

After all, he is a veteran on the road.

As a Shaq, he probably suffered from some genetic disease. The scales on his body were soft and not strong at all. They were more like a layer of redundant skin, which naturally provided no defense.

This prevented Sha Cheng from being a qualified warrior, but it helped him find another way and master other skills to make a living.

Without the shackles of scales, his hand movements are much more flexible than those of his own kind.

Especially when you pick up your pocket, there is no disadvantage.

Sha Cheng blended in with the crowd, calmly accepted the guard's interrogation, and entered the city smoothly.

He turned around and hid in a secluded corner.

With his still swollen and sore hands, he took out the two coins he took out of the man's pocket at the last moment.

"Wha, what?" Sha Cheng couldn't believe it, "500 face value!"

Two coins are a full thousand yuan.

His previous plan was to steal the person's number plate, use his name to deceive him, and then resell it, but unfortunately he was discovered midway.

It was just that I was unwilling to accept it, so I reluctantly touched it again, so as not to return empty-handed, and for good luck.

When he felt that there were only two of them, Sha Cheng's heart almost went cold.

I originally thought it would only cost twenty to one hundred yuan at most.

He had never seen that person in the city before. He was not a well-known wealthy person. He didn't expect that he was quite rich. He had such a large amount of coins with him.

"You've made a profit now."

With such a slight movement of the little hand, at least half a month will be enough to eat and drink.

Where else in Scone could there be such an easy job.

Sha Cheng couldn't help but kiss Kaibi, who was still stained with his own sweat. His mouth was full of sweetness.

"Would you like to vote again?"

This is obviously not the entire family fortune of the white-haired man.

Although the other party is very alert, isn't it because he is superior in skill?

Sha Cheng has already memorized the appearance of the other party, and his characteristics are very obvious. If he can find his home, it would be better to attack him at night.

"But isn't it a little too risky..."

The swelling and pain in his hands reminded him that the white-haired man was probably not an ordinary person.

"It's better to be careful. If it's a big deal, try to hit a spot first. If it works, go ahead. If it doesn't, give up."

Grab some friends you make in daily life, and you can enjoy the blessings together and be prepared for any troubles.

Sha Cheng has this skill, and there are many "big brothers" who are willing to make friends with him.

He sneaked around in the alley and made sure no one was following him before turning out.

This is an escape route that only veteran burglars like Sha Cheng know.

As soon as you come out, opposite is the famous bar in Scone Town. I made a fortune and just went in to enjoy it.

…

"good!"

"More!"

"Ah! I really want to sleep on it..."

As the boss lady showed off her strong arms, all the Shaq people present became excited.

Sha Cheng also slapped the table and started cheering.

A drunken flush emerged from his livid skin.

Different from the bar in Beicheng, their customers are mainly wealthy business travelers and wealthy customers in the city.

Only this bar in Nancheng is the favorite place for these Scone locals.

After hard work, come and have a glass of water and wine to numb your nerves and have fun after get off work.

Secondly, the proprietress of this bar is one of the best Shaq beauties in their southern city!

Look at these broad and strong arms, the sky-high horns, the ferocious and violent scales... I wonder how many men can withstand it.

We have the material for tonight.

The boss lady obviously knew her physical advantages and showed them off without any problem.

A seemingly random movement looks so strong and attractive, and can attract cheers from the drinkers every time.

When people are happy, they also like to buy more drinks.

Sha Cheng is no exception, he is even more wild than before.

"What's wrong with you?" Someone who recognized him came forward and lowered his voice: "Are you rich?"

"It's a small matter." He waved his hand nonchalantly, "Elaborate when you have time."

These are all familiar friends, and you can invite them to start together when the time comes.

Both sides understand each other.

At this moment, a plain-skinned man came up.

"what?"

Sha Cheng glanced at him, his voice cold.

Because the drinks in Nancheng Bar are cheap, not only Shaq people like to come here, but civilians of other races also like to come here to drink.

It's just that they don't seem to appreciate the beauty of the landlady, and they just drink and do nothing else when they come.

The Shaqs didn't have any other objections except that they felt they were a waste of money. Everyone is indifferent, has nothing to do with each other, and rarely talks to each other.

"Sir, please take a look at this lock." When the flat-skinned man spoke, his voice was still that of a young man.

"Lock...what lock?" Sha Cheng squinted his eyes.

It's just an ordinary copper lock.

"What, a lock seller?" His friend also looked at him, "You don't even have the key, how do you want us to try?"

"You really don't know each other?"

"You know whatever you know."

Sha Cheng, smelling of alcohol, waved his hand impatiently.

"Go, go, little tender skin, find someone else."

"I understand." Huo Buyang nodded.

He took back the copper lock, turned and left.

Sha Cheng was puzzled. He noticed that the plain man did not look for other drinkers and walked straight outside.

Just when he wanted to take a few more glances, his friend's shout drew his attention back:

"Look, it's showing off your back muscles!"

"Where, where...oh——"

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"They're not fraternity guys."

Huo Buyang handed the copper lock to Lu Meng.

The two of them were standing opposite the bar, at the entrance of the alley where Sha Cheng came out before.

Xiao Gu was sniffing here and there, occasionally attracting frightened looks from passers-by.

"Well, that's easy."

If it was a brother, he would have to worry about the face of the local organization, and it might be over after he apologized.

Now there is no need to worry about floods washing away the Dragon King Temple.

Not all thieves are members of fraternities, either.

Their membership fee of 10,000 yuan alone has deterred many people.

However, he couldn't even recognize the Brotherhood's logo, which showed that the level this little thief had access to was indeed not very good.

Lu Meng had a strange feeling.

It seems that even in the thief profession, his status is quite high.

The Brotherhood in Scone Town developed much earlier than that in Hub Station, and they now have various channels to attract money.

After all, after starting a "career" and improving their level, those who are capable have long thought about clearing their name and going ashore.

In the end, it was also a bit of gray business.

Those who work in the dark are peripheral members.

In terms of seniority, in front of these little thieves, Lu Meng, who has his own store, can be regarded as a "senior in the industry."

But if he, the senior, wanted to "mentor" the junior and let him go lightly... that was impossible.

Lu Meng glanced at the bar and could imagine the scene inside from a distance.

It's still daytime and there are many people.

And he couldn't stand the Shaq hormone mixed with the smell of alcohol.

"Let's go first." Lu Meng greeted Xiao Huo.

He didn't ask Huo Buyang to come out specifically to cause trouble for the thief, but just to confirm on the way.

They just went to the government office to register.

The longhouse finally has electricity.