Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"I'll open the door."

The man stepped forward first. Although his expression could not be seen clearly, he could guess from his tone that he was smiling and looking fawning.

The woman folded her arms and waited.

Although she has done this a lot, she should save as much energy as possible.

The man obviously didn't have any rare things like candles, so he first tried to push the door open.

Not moving at all.

Then he felt for the door lock, but couldn't find it.

"No, it should be here." The man broke into a cold sweat.

Not out of fear, just embarrassed.

After all, it’s like you were diligently trying to submit a manuscript to your boss to express yourself, but then you rummaged through your trouser pockets for a long time and realized you didn’t have it with you.

"I'll do it." The woman frowned.

Her perceptual ability is worse than that of a man. This man can lead the way on familiar streets, but he is not as good as her in distinguishing fine objects in the dark night.

She took a step forward.

Suddenly, her pupils narrowed: "Wait..."

Keng!

A long edge suddenly penetrated the door panel. It was obviously in the dark night, but the tip of the awn was like a cold and sharp light.

The second half of the woman's sentence was cut off.

Because a long knife had accurately penetrated her throat.

At the same time, there was a muffled sound, and before the man beside her could be surprised, an arm penetrated the board and grabbed him violently.

The outstretched arm was scraped with blood by the wooden thorns, but the palm of his hand still pinched the man's neck with iron precision, preventing him from screaming.

The door gradually opened, and the strangled man retreated step by step into the house.

The long knife was also withdrawn from the woman's slender neck inch by inch.

When the tip of the knife completely left her skin, the woman lost her last strength and fell in front of the door.

In the silent night, there was only the sound of gurgling blood like a clear spring.

The man whose neck was stuck could only watch all this happen in front of him, his eyes bulging.

Half of it was due to lack of oxygen, and half of it was panic.

One of the woman's hands happened to be grasping his ankle, as if trying to grab a life-saving straw.

The person behind the door flicked his wrist, and the blade was placed on his neck. The metal was still warm from the murder, making him feel like a chicken that had its throat feathers plucked and was about to be slaughtered.

"What's going on? Is Xing Xuelin not dead?" This was the only thought in the man's mind. "Lu Beiyou didn't kill him?"

"If the Xing family member is not dead, then he is not a warrior...ah!"

With a slight press of the long knife, the blade stung the thin skin of his throat, and the blood on it flowed down against his neck, making him think for a moment that his throat had been cut.

The man suddenly trembled all over and water came up and down.

He sobbed: "Brother Xing, I am not such a person..."

He hadn't noticed yet that the hand holding his neck had loosened, allowing him to speak again.

"Shut up." The hand behind the door tightened again.

"Yeah." The man nodded quickly while suppressing his livid face.

At this time, he completely let go of his hand and pulled it out of the door. The man behind the door slowly walked out, but the knife was still on the man's neck. Any movement would cause his head to be dislocated.

The man turned out, and he could vaguely see a robe, with a cane hat on his head.

The man's eyes suddenly opened wide.

"You recognize me." The man smiled.

It was over, he was about to be silenced, and the man's heart sank to the bottom again.

Of course this person is Lu Meng:

"You are so afraid of the Xing family, why didn't you think of being afraid of me?"

…

What Lu Meng heard at that time was the word "supervisor".

The door lock had been damaged, and the man couldn't push the door open because he was standing behind the door holding a sharp knife.

The door lock has been picked open, and anyone who comes will immediately notice something strange, and think that it is the black market Lu Beiyou who got there first.

This group of people was related to Fangshi. Even if they were not from He Falcon, in Lu Meng's heart, there was no room for change between them.

If Lu Meng knew all this and didn't take action, it would be the same as sending himself to death.

But he didn't expect that this group of people would react so quickly and come to pick peaches just one step behind him. It stands to reason that only the people who were present at the black market at the time knew the news. How did it spread dozens of miles away in less than half a day? The ones on Wanyan Street outside are also related to Fangshi.

So he left this man alive just to ask questions.

Now Lu Meng sees that he "recognizes" herself, which also confirms her guess.

It was probably a resident of Wanyan Street who knew the black market. He happened to be there that afternoon and learned about the Xing family's destruction. He was smart and immediately thought of a profit.

Most likely he is an old customer who has come to buy his rat and rabbit meat.

The man was already frightened. The hub station was vast and sparsely populated. The places where various residents lived were said to be streets, but they were never connected, just to avoid conflicts. In order to facilitate the management of street markets and gangs, unlike scavengers, residents have always been prohibited from moving among themselves. Therefore, when residents in the hub station often talk about other streets, they only know their names, but do not know their specific locations.

In this place where everyone is hurting each other, this also makes them feel quite safe.

It was easy to extract the street location of the residence from the Xing family, but what the man didn't expect was why Lu Beiyou could find Wanyan Street so quickly.

Unless... the man thought of a possibility.

Lu Beiyou is a resident of Wanyan Street like himself!

Boss Lu wears a hat and a mask on weekdays, and no one has ever seen his true face.

One name after another flashed through the man's mind, each one seemed impossible, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that each one was just Lu Beiyou.

That woman's own strength is not inferior to the three of the Xing family. It is said that there is a higher-level force behind her. I have been serving her these days, humble and fearful, just so that I can hold her in my lap in the future.

But such a strong man was killed by Lu Beiyou with a single blow without even having a chance to fight him.

Such terror and shock are still imprinted in his memory, making every seemingly ordinary neighbor he recalls seem like evil ghosts, ready to choose and devour anyone at any time.

When I thought about the possibility of passing by "Lu Beiyou" on weekdays, I seemed unaware, but "Lu Beiyou" suddenly turned around and smiled sadly at his back...

"Wake up." Lu Meng knocked on the man's head, "I haven't decided what to do with you yet."

He had just waited for a while, only to see this man standing here stupidly, showing no sign at all, so he could only drag the woman's body back to the house.

Looking back, he was still standing blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"At least tell me your name first," Lu Meng said.

It's not like he was scared out of his wits. It would be useless to keep it.

The man trembled, half kneeling and half collapsing: "My, my name is Lu Yong..."

"Speaking of which, Boss Lu is still from your family." He smiled as if he was crying.

Lu Meng raised an eyebrow.

"Give me a reason to spare your life."

With one stab of his long knife, it pierced the heart of the woman's corpse beneath him. He had to make up for it anyway.

But when Lu Yong saw this scene, he seemed to be stabbed and trembled all over: "I, I can help spread Master Lu's reputation."

He pointed at the corpse and said: "This woman's name is Luo Rong. You may have never heard of it. But before I met her, I knew that she was responsible for all the famous massacres in the past month. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been killed." Will succumb to her power.

"Master Lu is doing his best to eliminate harm for the people today..."

Lu Meng: "If you dare to tell what happened today, I will kill you right now."

Lu Yong quickly shut up.

But then he realized he still needed to prove his worth.

He was thinking in a panic, his eyes wandering, and he caught a glimpse of Lu Meng's robe, which looked like leather.

He suddenly had an idea: "I can make hunting bows! Zhang Ying's hunting bows are all ordered from me."

As an old hunter, Zhang Ying would still make major modifications and adjustments to the hunting bow he received, but the prototype was indeed made by Lu Yong.

Lu Yong found that he had been intimidated by Lu Beiyou's force before, but he subconsciously ignored that Boss Lu was still a hunter.

"oh?"

Lu Meng was indeed interested.

It is said that over a long period of time, the proverbs of ancient civilizations will naturally change... Thanks for reading!