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'Help--'

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A Southeast Asian man with dark skin and thin body walked out of the elevator with a bunch of keys. The sound of keys colliding was particularly obvious in the empty corridor, and various "ghost howls" could be heard in the corridor.

People who were lying in the corridor and ignorant of life, people who were hiding in the stairs with haggard faces, and South Asians who were staring at passers-by in the room next to the corridor. Everyone's eyes seemed to be full of danger.

Bearded, wrapped in a head, many braids, exposed clothes, Eastern Europeans, South Asians, Southeast Asians, South Americans, Africans... everything is available.

The walls are covered with graffiti, and there are not many Chinese characters. In addition to English, there are various strange and incomprehensible words. The whole environment seems to make people in Shura hell.

‘Continue to broadcast the news in Hong Kong. Previously, a citizen used a handheld camera to capture a AK-47 rifle on the street in Nathan Road, Mong Kok to personally increase the reward of Ye Guohuan, the bandit who was fighting to 2 million Hong Kong dollars…’

The radio was sizzling and the news came.

A haggard old man lying on a paper shell was holding the radio in his hand.

Wang Jiawei glanced at the old man deeply and quickly withdrew his gaze.

He followed the Southeast Asian man in front of him slowly forward, but he couldn't control himself, and was particularly curious to observe the surrounding environment.

This magical place is the Chongqing Building in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong Island.

Shabby and dirty.

The downtown city where every inch of land is worth every little money is like an isolated island.

This 17-story building is the cheapest place for backpackers around the world. People from all social backgrounds are resting, living and wandering in the building.

Fight for seats next to the food stall, bargaining in front of the electronic shop, walking through the corridors, sleeping...

Even flying leaves.

Every night, I say every night,

There will be about 5,000 unidentified people staying here in hundreds of hotels here, which is a completely mixed and smoky and smoky city.

There are countless people hiding in the gray area here, including all kinds of people and all walks of life.

It is naturally a breeding ground for crime.

Wang Jiawei stared at an iron door, and there seemed to be a blood spot at the bottom of the door.

It made his scalp numb, but he didn't dare to talk much.

My heart was full of curiosity and itchy.

Through the window,

The chaotic wires were paired with messy clothes, and his face changed with neon license plates, and he could vaguely know that opposite was the famous Peninsula Hotel.

It seems that this city is like this.

High-end and markets are often just a street away. When you look at the skyscrapers, he lowers his head and turns dilapidated and old.

Everyone has nothing to do with each other, but they are intertwined.

You eat your abalone ginseng and swallow wings, and I eat my salted fish and beef offal.

Think about it, a few days ago, he went to high-end hotels. He was chatting and laughing and a bottle of champagne was hundreds or thousands of Hong Kong papers, but now he has to hide here... and survive.

“!@#￥%…”

The Southeast Asian man muttered a few words to the fat man sitting in the chair in the corridor. The other party raised his eyelids and looked at Wang Jiawei who was nervous behind him.

Then he patted the horizontally-pulled fence door behind him. After a while, a bearded man opened the iron door inside, looked at it through the fence door, then opened the fence door and put them in.

The room was very dark.

Wang Jiawei tightened the bag cross-body in his clothes.

Walking through a mess of scrap furniture, hardware tools, car tires, he followed the Southeast Asian man into a hall.

Bo.

The lights turned on, causing Wang Jiawei to subconsciously cover his eyes...there was dark before his eyes.

...

The same spacious hall.

Andyza, with a ponytail, sat on the chair with her arm on the back, held Hong Wan in her hand, knocked out a cigarette and held it in her mouth, took a lighter and lit it, spit out smoke, and subconsciously squinted her eyelids.

The little fingers with half-nails scratched the temples, and the slight sound of hard objects scratching the scalp.

Several incandescent lamps hang on the roof.

The ceiling fan rotates.

Flashing light and dark.

"Where is the person I want?"

In front of you, under the light.

Several naked Southeast Asian people were curled up in several iron cages, covered in scars and ignorant of their lives.

In front of the cage, there was a bearded man with a bearded man covered in water and gasping for breath.

No response.

Andyza waved his hands impatiently to the left and right.

The two men mentioned the bearded Southeast Asian man tied his feet up again, then hung them on the roof, head down, and pierced them into the bucket... After a while, he began to struggle for death.

The sound is like blood crying, hysterical.

Andyzai, who was sitting on the chair, raised her chin, and his subordinates lifted the person up again. When he loosened the rope, the other party fell to the ground, and his mouth kept coughing and gushing dirty water.

"I said, can you let us go?" Andyzai, the bearded Southeast Asian man with blurred eyes.

"Tsk~~Oh." Andyza frowned and waved her hands again without getting tired. Her subordinates immediately went to invade the man... so scared that the man quickly kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"I hate people talking about conditions with me the most. Have you heard of it?"

Andyzai squatted down, pressed against the other person's face, gritted her teeth and reached out to pinch the other person's neck.

The perverted subordinates next to him felt that Andyzai was perverted and neurotic at this moment.

The bearded man rolled his eyes, struggled constantly, and then calmed down for a while.

Andyze let go, and the latter collapsed on the ground like soft mud.

The man squatted down and looked into his nose, raised his head hesitantly, and shook his head.

"Cheer~~"

A trace of discomfort flashed in Andy's eyes, but was quickly replaced by a neurotic expression, staring at the person in the iron cage.

In a moment.

Some people even felt scared to the ground with the sound of begging for mercy in various languages.

"You can cooperate with me at least."

As he said that, he took a claw hammer and smashed it on the nearby iron cage, which scared the people inside to scream.

"I'll ask again, where did the person go?"

The person in front of him quickly fucked the words of the guru, and the subordinates next to him listened to him, and looked at his boss with an unnatural expression.

"What did he say?"

Andyza untied her messy ponytail and put a rubber band on her hands to tie her hair up again.

"He said they had answered this question before, and the people were transferred to the Lion Mountain and handed over to Lianletang. They really don't know the rest."

"Did they say it?"

"Andy, they seem to have said that."

Another South Asian subordinate named "Vinny" gritted his teeth and asked: "Brother Andy, will we do this like the old Chinese saying, "If you do more unrighteous things, you will die of your own life?"

“??”

Andyzai leaned closer to his subordinates and raised his hand and was trembling, "You are so rumored, do you want to TOEFL?

Remember, you are South Asian, I am a mixed race, and we have to be cruel enough to make a name for ourselves in this city.

Now go and slaughter people out! I don’t believe that people will be lost.”

Several subordinates quickly agreed.

There is no way, since the boss was nervous, the disease has become worse and worse.

But as Andyzai said, although the city is colorful, the way to rise is still the...

If you want to get to power, you must fight with your life.

Who doesn’t want to be Qi Tongwei, who is now known as the “Sheng Tian Shi” in the confrontation between Ma Ge and Yin Aju? Or Ruan Yongwen, who is the lighter’s explosives, scaring Zhang Shiqiang to death?

They all fought with their lives.
Chapter completed!