"Thanks--"

Krasnov, who was awake from his dream, thanked him repeatedly, and his slightly curved body was straighter.

He had an instinctive fear of Lin Xiang.

Like other mutants, Krasnov could not feel any evolutionary aura from Lin Xiang. On the surface, even the weakest primary strengthening person could easily remove his head. But the more this happens, Krasnov felt more fear and cringe at him deep in his heart.

Perhaps because of the intuition of long-term fighting and evolution of human intuition, Krasnov's standard for judging affairs is very simple - since even strong people like Wang Biao and Yang Hua are bowing to him, then Lin Xiang must have his own excellence. The secret cannot be promoted casually to others, and the strength comparison is not simply a competition of who has a bigger fist. The more ordinary and easy-going guy looks, the more he has to pay attention.

This is Krasnov's logic.

"Are you still used to living in Yinyue City?" Lin Xiang took out a box of "marlboro" from the drawer, pulled out one and handed it over. There are not many such high-quality cigarettes obtained from the Skeleton Knights.

"I like this city very much." Krasnov grinned after taking the cigarette.

Lin Xiang nodded, looked at him, and then turned back to the document on the table: "Fighting is indeed very helpful for improving strength. According to your report, a total of twelve soldiers have been improved in evolution, and the personnel losses are also very minor. I would suggest Mayor Blanche to conduct a new citizen level assessment of the families of these soldiers. As for you...haha! If I remember correctly, you seem to be getting married."

Krasnov was stunned and then smiled reluctantly. He didn't understand why Lin Xiang mentioned this.

"According to the laws of Yinyue City, soldiers will be strictly protected by the city guards during their combat missions."

Lin Xiang leaned back, crossed his hands to his chest, and said with a smile: "The same is true for marriage."

For Krasnov, this is definitely a cardiac invigorating agent.

There is no fixed standard for men and women in the wasteland world. The aggregate and coalescence are measured completely by the consumption of food and water. As long as you have the ability and can have many women at the same time, this rule also applies to men. This simple material combination may last for decades or only have a shelf life of a few days. It is common for couples to rebel for one bite of bread. In serious cases, you may even collude with slave traders and turn the other into money in your hands. When you are not at home, women are forced to throw themselves into other people's arms for food. This is a reality that many men feel helpless but must accept.

To ensure the combat effectiveness of the army, various harsh laws must be used to completely eliminate the potential concerns of the soldiers.

"Don't forget to invite me when you get married. There are gifts." Lin Xiang smiled and ended the conversation.

After walking out of the city master's office, Krasnov has been immersed in an excited state. He is very grateful to Lin Xiang. Judging from his current state, although it is impossible to be absolutely loyal to him, he will try his best to protect the safety of the city with all the generous treatments he can enjoy.

Only with home can you have everything.

...

After leaving the city hall, a strong cold wind blew towards him. Even the strong Krasnov couldn't help but shiver. He twisted the full muscles on his arms and strode towards the streets east of the city.

At this time, nothing is more comfortable than drinking a glass of pure whiskey, which makes a blazing flame burn all over your body.

Walk through two blocks and walk into the narrow alleyway, with stone walls on both sides of the left and right. This area belongs to the public area for commercial buildings in Yinyue City. Only with special permission from the City Management Committee can it be built according to the location number marked on the ground. Unless you need to walk closer to the tavern in the East District like Krasnov, under normal circumstances, few people appear nearby.

A middle-aged man in a black robe leaned against the stone wall at the corner of the alley, drinking a big mouthful of wine with a bottle of liquor. The wine was very high, and a strong smell of alcohol could be smelled from a long distance.

The long burqa covered the head and body, and it was difficult to tell the man's appearance on the outlines on the side. Krasnov walked by him in confusion, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the other person. In an instant, his eyes suddenly widened, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his calm steps also took a few steps backwards.

This is a stranger with a sinister look. There is nothing worth noting about in his appearance. His clothes are also ordinary, but they emit strong blood and the powerful biological aura of the parasite.

"He, what kind of star is he a parasitic soldier? Four-star? Five-star? No, no, six-star, at least six-star, or... even higher." Krasnov stepped back tremblingly, his face full of fear.

The man glanced at him jokingly, tilted his neck to drink the last sip of wine from the bottle, straightened his body, and gently placed the empty bottle on the stone steps next to him. He glanced back and forth with a snake-like gaze, and asked in a low voice: "Have you seen enough?"

Pale face Krasnov had retreated to the corner of the opposite wall. He leaned against the cold stone wall, gasping for a rough sound, his body trembled violently as if uncontrollable, and his eyes filled with bloodshot looked at the opposite side in despair. In front of this demonic man, he felt that he was simply a poor mouse with no resistance.

The moment he put down the bottle, he clearly saw the man's hand tattooed with a familiar tattoo on the back of his hand.

It was a claw, with layers of scales on the gray claw surface, and the edge-shaped claw tips were curved and sharp, with a chilling hideous look.

Only the direct killer of the "Claw" company will have tattoos of this shape on his body. Krasnov himself is no exception.

"You, you are..." He shivered indescribably, and his body slowly slid against the wall.

“It doesn’t matter who I am.”

The man strode forward, grabbed his collar, dragged it to the front, and asked coldly: "I'm curious, why are you here? Mr. Krasnov?"

The two were very close, and the strong smell of alcohol spitting out of the man's mouth made Krasnov almost suffocate. He had to turn his head and try to avoid the other party's cold gaze.

The "Claw" company never lets go of a traitor. Although it did not rebel publicly, Krasnov knew that his behavior was no different from defection.

"Please...please, I, I just want to live a normal life." He swallowed his throat several times in a row, begging in a dry tone.

"A normal life?"

The man in black looked at him sarcastically and laughed: "Bill is dead, your companion is dead, and the task entrusted by Sosbia has not been completed. You are hiding here alone and living a happy life. You also met a young and beautiful barmaid. Haha... it's really enviable!"

"No, don't touch Sankia, she has nothing to do with this matter-"

Krasnov suddenly turned his head, and bright red bloodshots suddenly appeared in his wide eyes. He roared word by word: "If you dare to touch her, I will..."

"Bang--"

Before he finished speaking, the smile on the man in black disappeared instantly, turning into cruel stereotypes and coldness. He pinched his right fist and suddenly hit his right cheek at a speed that Krasnov could not imagine. The terrifying power completely exceeded the limit he could bear. Krasnov screamed, and his head turned into a semicircle in the air in the direction of the force attacking, spitting out a saliva with several teeth. His burly and strong body flew more than ten meters away. On the wall at the other end of the tunnel, countless sand and mud were shaken from the cracks of the mixed bricks and stones. On the hard and thick walls, several shocking clear cracks appeared.

"You can't even keep yourself as a waste, so why are you talking about others?"

The man in black grabbed the empty wine bottle placed beside him, strode forward, suddenly picked up the dying Krasnov from the ground, put the wine bottle close to the other party's swollen and bruised eyes, and grinned: "That girl looks good. I'm going to tell you, this bottle of wine was handed to me from her hands. Hehehehehe! If I take her out of this city and throw it into a mob camp... Those guys who wander in the wilderness and eat even shit will definitely fuck her again and fill her smooth and white body with hundreds of men's semen. Then, cut this beautiful girl into large pieces and put it in a pot to stew. The taste must be very good."

Krasnov gasped, forced himself to open his swollen eyelids, and said in a trembling voice in pain and helplessness: "How do you...you can let her go?"

"Take me to meet the owner of this city."

The man in black's voice became colder: "As for you, I will take you back to the company and the president will personally take over."

...

According to the specific direction and their different usage functions, the central hall of Yinyue City is divided into four parts.

Among them, the East and West districts have the largest area, belonging to the city management committee and various related institutions specially set up for refugees. The north district is defined as the "Vulture Mercenary Group" for use as the headquarters. In addition to the particularly thickened walls, there are also a large number of power grids around the weapons management room and ammunition storage warehouse. The South district has the smallest area, but it has stairs and aisles connected to other areas. According to Lin Xiang's requirements, this place is set as his private exclusive city master office.

Unlike the other three districts, the North District has a checkpoint at the entrance of the building, and there is no more guards in the entire building. This is largely due to Lin Xiang's frequent trips and very little working hours here, but more importantly, he feels that if an enemy with a much stronger strength appears in front of him, even if there is a large number of guards, it will be useless.

When Krasnov walked into the office with the man in black, Lin Xiang signed his name at the end of a document on improving the level of citizens.

Seeing the powerful aura of supernatural powers appearing at the door, Lin Xiang frowned slightly, and continued to write his last stroke of his name on the paper page, closed the folder, and gently stuffed it into the shelf next to the table. He straightened his body, moved his seat forward, and placed his hands and fingers flat on the table. With an extremely clear gaze, he looked at the man in black who had walked to the opposite side of the table and pulled open the chair to sit down.

He did not shout or make any fierce moves. The power released by the other party was too powerful, and this power was even far greater than that of the skeleton Lieutenant Colonel Claude. At this time, rash actions would only arouse the other party's greater anger and murderous intent.

Seven Stars, this is a powerful Seven Star Parasite.

"Mr. Krasnov, is this your friend?" Lin Xiang pretended to be calm and turned his eyes to the Belarusian parasite standing next to him, but he was quickly calculating various possible situations in his mind.

There is no supernatural aura to release. This is the best disguise on Lin Xiang and his biggest reliance at present.

Krasnov's lips were opened, and he stood motionless behind the man in black, and squeezed Lin Xiang with his uninjured right eye. Due to the powerful strength of the man in black and the threat to his favorite woman, he could do so now.

The man in black did not seem to notice the abnormality behind him. He put down the mask he wore on his head and showed a very thin face with a cold smirk.

"I really didn't expect that you were an ordinary person." A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes without any concealment, and his expression was obviously contemptuous.

Lin Xiang looked at the stranger he had never met, and his eyes finally fixed on the other party's sharp claw-shaped tattoo on the back of his hand.

"I'll introduce myself, my name is Shen Peng."

Noting his eyes were gathering, the man raised his hand unconsciously and smiled: "As you can see, I am from the "Claws" company."

Lin Xiang trembled all over, and the muscles on his face instantly became stiff. His crossed fingers also subconsciously retracted, slowly pinching them into two fists that could be clearly seen shaking.

He must look fearful in order to be in line with his identity.

Shen Peng was very satisfied with the effect of his words. He smiled slightly, and his sitting posture became more relaxed: "It seems that you already understand my purpose?"

Lin Xiang was silent, his face pale, obviously thinking of some very unpleasant memories. It took a long time to slowly raise his head and ask in a dry tone: "...Is it for the Luton family? You, are you employed by Bergson?"

Shen Peng leaned his body back, raised his legs and raised it high on the table, and arrogantly raised a finger and shook it back and forth.

"So... are you doing it for Bill?"

Lin Xiang said the name of the parasite killed by Yang Hua, but his eyes couldn't help but look downward to Krasnov, who was standing next to him: "Or... is it because of him?"

"I've said part of it right, but it's not the most correct answer."

Shen Peng's eyes were frozen with sarcasm: "In Liujin City, you killed Fei Tu. Fei Shu, the patriarch of the Fei family, begged me to take your body back. He wants to use your head to pay tribute to his son."

Lin Xiang's eyes stagnated, and the expression on his face became panicked and frightened. He clenched his fists tightly and screamed incoherently: "No! He didn't understand the situation. I didn't want to kill him at all. That thing was a mistake from beginning to end. He, he, he... At that time, he wanted to kill me. In that case, I could not make a second choice--"

Since you want to act, you must be realistic. Lin Xiang was panicked and was desperately looking for a way to deal with Chen Peng.

He did not think that he could have any useful friendship with the "Claw" company. Bill's death and Krasnov's surrender were equivalent to a naked declaration of confrontation. Although he was not very clear about the internal affairs of the "Claw" company, according to the information collected from all aspects, this infamous killer group would accept any type of task as long as there were sufficient benefits and remuneration.

It is naturally no problem to kill a city lord who is incompetent like himself.

Lin Xiang's evolutionary strength has just reached five stars. He is definitely not an opponent by simply competing with strength. This is also the stupidest and idiotic move. However, everything in this world has a relative probability, and strength is not the only way to kill people. If a sharp knife is used well, a three-year-old child can use it to pierce the belly of a peerless master.

"I have to admit that your explanation does make sense. But this cannot change what already exists. No matter what reason, Fei Tu died in your hands. This is the fact." Chen Peng's expression began to become impatient. He bent his fingers and knocked on the table.

"That was an accident... No, you can't kill me, I, I don't want to die-"

Lin Xiang shook his head desperately in despair. He keenly noticed the changes in the other party's words and tone. People who really have murderous intentions will never tolerate the target chatting for a long time. There is no doubt that Chen Peng is indeed a "claw" person. The employer Fei family in his mouth does have the motivation to kill him, but until now, the other party has not expressed any intention of taking action.

In other words... this man doesn't want to kill him. At least as far as the current situation is concerned, it should be.

So, what is his real purpose?

"I am a very kind person. If you can promise me a condition, I can not kill you."
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