The battle continued, and the chaos further fermented and widened. Screams, fights, scoldings and scoldings sounded from all directions. Many slum residents who had not joined the three major gangs had already left their things in fear and fled back home. Then they closed the door and pulled the curtains. I could only see a pair of fearful eyes through the gaps between the rags.

"Action as soon as possible, we have no time to waste." I frowned and urged. The battle is just beginning, and no one knows what these people will do after they are red-eyed.

"We understand, Boss Saren, you are such a noble person." Galati looked at me and said seriously. He still had a somewhat cold expression, but I could feel his heart and sincerity.

"Ah, I'm not as good as you think, Galati..." He looked at me with great admiration. To be honest, this made me feel a little embarrassed and uncomfortable. I have never been admired by my peers like this.

This is also the reason why I am very willing to be with them and hope to take them out. They will make me remember that I am just an eighteen-year-old young man.

"I mean, Boss Salon," Galati looked at me, "Your thoughts... no one else has ever thought like this, even the boss hasn't. I don't know what the outside world thinks of you, but in our opinion, you are a noble person."

He was so sincere that he looked at me blankly, making it impossible for me to refute his praise for me.

"Just pretend you are right, Galati," I smiled helplessly and happily, "Now is not the time to talk about these things, we should continue to set out."

"Ah, of course," Galati nodded, "Come with me, everyone, I lived on the territory of the Viper Snake Gang for a while before joining the Grey Squirrel Gang, and I'm familiar with this place."

"Very good, then you will lead the way, Galati."

The team quickly changed a few simple changes. We took off the armband representing the Grey Squirrel, stuffed it into our pants pockets or pockets, and hid the weapon under our clothes, which made us look less conspicuous than before.

The only thing that was a little troublesome was a few rifles. Everyone was unable to discuss a result, so they returned to me, hoping that I could make a decision.

"Well," I looked at the rifled gun that was a bit old but well-maintained, which was a bit difficult. Such a large gun is indeed very eye-catching, but if something unexpected happens, it will be our best helper.

Galati and others surrounded me. They might also know the difficulty of this problem, so they did not urge me, but their eyes were filled with anxiety and eagerness.

"If you don't know how to make a decision, think about your heart."

This is a Norman saying, I think it's time to examine my heart...ah! I'm such a fool!

I shook my head with some annoyance, "We don't need guns, we can find a hidden place to bury them."

Everyone took a deep breath, "You have the final say, Boss Salon." This was Galati's voice.

We soon found a large locust tree in an almost abandoned alley. It was remote enough that before we came in, there were only groups of mice in the alley.

"That's it," I let go of my right hand holding the short knife, wiped the sweat from my head, and pointed to the pit I had just dug out under the big locust tree - the one dug out by the short knife, "buried the gun here."

Ma Wen reluctantly took off the rifled rifle on his shoulder, bit his lip, turned his head, and handed the gun to me.

With a clatter, the rifled rifle fell steadily at the bottom of the pit, and the source of this sound was the collision between it and the smoothbore rifle body.

"Buried!"

After a simple word, everyone started to move. The small mound of soil that was originally bulging on the side quickly collapsed and turned back to the extremely flat land.

I clapped my hands, stood up, and stepped on the soil twice before nodding with satisfaction. Unless I saw what we did, no one would have thought of three guns buried here.

"Okay," I greeted me, "Let's go on - you guys, please take care of your expressions," I scolded Galati and others, "You are still full of murderous aura. Is this the expression that a civilian involved in this kind of struggle would have?"

I coughed twice and began to brew emotions, "Look at my face and learn from me."

After a simple debugging, I turned my face into a timid and scared look, which in my opinion is most in line with the expression that ordinary people should have at this time.

I don't know how effective this disguise is, but judging from the amazement on the faces of Galati and others and their wide mouths, the effect I performed should be very good.

"It's almost the same," I twisted my neck and thought proudly in my heart, "After all, I was born in a theater troupe, and you ordinary people like me are incomparable to me."

"Okay," I still have to teach them, so I kept a trembling and very scared look and walked up to them, "So you can see carefully and adjust your expressions quickly."

Everyone started to adjust their expressions when they heard this. I looked at them and continued to add: "Faceful expressions are not the only ones. Your movements and bodies must also match your expressions - yes, don't look at me like this, think about it yourself: If a person's face is full of fear, his footsteps are more stable than anyone else, and his waist is more straight than anyone else, a fool will know that there is something wrong with this person."

"So," I glanced around everyone's faces and put their expressions into my heart. "If you really can't do it, just give up this whole set of disguise and keep you like you are now, so that it won't be so prominent."

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw three people showing relief.

The three people who wanted to quit were composed of a twenty-one-year-old young man and two teenagers. "I think we don't have talent, Boss Saren," said the twenty-one-year-old man, with a shame and a little choking, "I really want to master all this, but these things are too difficult for me."

"You guys think so?"

I turned my head and asked the two teenagers.

They looked at me and nodded quickly, "Yes, Boss Salon, our talent is not as talented as Donalds."

Donalds seems to be the name of the twenty-one-year-old young man. "Okay, I get it, Donalds," I turned back and looked at Donalds who was a little nervous in front of me. "You can just follow your normal life state - of course, I am not referring to the life state of the Grey Squirrel members, but the life state of the 'poor'."

I deliberately added the pronunciation to the word "poor". The three of them were stunned for a second or two, and then nodded vigorously, "We understand what you mean, Boss Salon!"

Donalds seemed a little excited, and I took his hand and patted him gently on the back of his hand, "Be ready," I said seriously, "We'll set out in three minutes!"

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"Let's go!"

I pushed open the wooden door in front of me and took everyone back to the street.

I can guarantee that some members of the Grey Squirrel who were not familiar with them could not recognize them now. The three people who were accompanied by Galati were full of fear. They put their hands in their torn pockets, lowered their heads, and walked forward quickly, as if there was a terrible demon behind them chasing them.

Whenever there was a cry of killing sounds from afar, their bodies would start to tremble unnaturally, looking no different from other poor people who were running away. I looked at them and nodded secretly. It would be a pity that they would not act. I think they would definitely be very excellent actors.

The other three people led by Donalds looked different. They were wearing tattered clothes, but there was not much fear on their faces, but they kept tiptoing and looking at the situation in the distance.

In the eyes of outsiders, they are just a group of ignorant and bold poor people, calculating whether they can get any benefits in this turmoil.

In fact, they are the epitome of countless residents in this slum area - some people are afraid of conflict and just want to hide honestly in their dilapidated homes and continue to live such a miserable life.

Some people are eager to try and want to use this conflict to climb to a higher position. For them, killing is just the most basic requirement. If necessary, they can do anything to make their lives better.

Let's go back to the main business. Galati and others ran out into the depths of the area controlled by the Viper Gang with panic. Beside us are many poor people who are also running quickly, and they have become our best cover.

On the other side of the road, the three men led by Donals were looking forward looking into the distance, and they kept moving forward. The people on both sides seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but they were always around each other, moving forward.

We followed the crowd and kept moving forward. From time to time on the road, people turned out from the crowd and walked into the house on the side of the road. Like everyone else, as soon as they entered the room, they immediately closed the door, put down the curtains, and separated them completely from the outside world.

When we passed this street less than two thousand meters long, the crowded crowd had become a little sparse, and only a small number of the poor were still running tirelessly, hoping to return to their homes as soon as possible.

"Where's going now?" I leaned over to Galati and asked in a low voice.

"We're almost here," Galati replied in a low voice, "Go ahead a little longer, turn right at the next intersection, and it's the headquarters of the Viper Gang. I bet that Durancher must be hiding in his comfortable and gorgeous safe house at this moment."

"Keep going forward, but also remind everyone to be prepared," I reminded me, "The headquarters of the Viper Gang will not be as slack as outside. We must be mentally prepared to fight for a path of blood."

While we were talking, a team of members of the Viper Snake Gang came towards us.

There were twelve of them, most of them holding short axes, short knives and simple wooden shields, but there were still two carrying old smoothbore muskets on their shoulders.

I looked at them, my heart raising it in my throat, "Keep going!" I lowered my voice and shouted to all the members of the Grey Squirrel who looked at me, "Don't let them see the flaws!"

"But be prepared," I added, "if something goes wrong, we will put them all down in the shortest time."

Everyone nodded slightly, and I followed them and quietly walked through the clothes with my right hand, holding the handle of the short knife inserted into my pants.

The twelve members of the Viper Gang were obviously ordered to reinforce the front line. They walked very quickly and looked anxiously from time to time. Not long after, they came to our faces.

"Fuck," I heard one of the people spitting dirty words, holding his sword and shook his head a little annoyed, "What's crazy about those rats?"

"Who knows?" Another thin man holding two short axes returned angrily. "I heard that many places have cut blood into rivers. Could it be that our incident was exposed?"

"You idiot!" The man was so scared that he rushed to the thin man and covered his mouth, "Is this something that can be said here?? Who knows if there are other gangs here!"

He said, while scanning the poor people around him with suspicious eyes, which finally stopped on me, or on us, the group of people.

My heart skipped a beat and I almost subconsciously pulled out the short knife. Fortunately, the dangerous life over the years has trained me, and I quickly woke up and held my hand down.

"What are you looking at!?" The members of the Viper Gang holding the long sword glared at me fiercely, "Do you guys, the untouchables, know? They are crazy! If you don't want to die, hurry up and stay home!"

"Of course! Of course!" I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and I kept bowing respectfully to the members of the Viper Snake Gang, "Thanks to all the Viper Snake Gangs."

"You are a talking guy," the thin man smiled with satisfaction. "Go away quickly," he waved the axe in his hand. "If you are interested, you can consider joining our Viper Gang."

I smiled at them, then winked at everyone, and quickly left the group of members of the Viper Snake Gang.

As soon as we left, their verbal abuse and complaints sounded again. Fortunately, the sound was getting farther and farther away from us. I guess under the dual effects of responsibility and life threats, the members of these Viper Snake Gang will definitely work harder than usual.

But that's not what I care about.

The road ahead was unobstructed, and this side was not the main battlefield after all, and we never encountered another team of Viper Gang members.

Not long after, we reached the bottom of this road—the “next intersection” mentioned by Galati.

"It's here," Galati shouted. Even though he deliberately lowered his voice, I could still hear the excitement in his tone, "I remember this tower!" He pointed to a stone tower on the right side of us.

"Prepare for the battle!" Since I had arrived at the headquarters, I took off my disguise directly and pulled out the short knife from my waist.

"Yes, let's talk," I put down my glass, "first, I will clarify my purpose for here."

"Sorry, Chavez," I looked at Chavez, who was still angry, with apologies. "I'm not trying to lie to you on purpose, I just need to be careful."

"Ah, of course," Chavez snorted, and replied unhappily, "I just hate cheating."

"Can I call my companions before we start?" I asked in a negotiating tone, "You know, Squirrel, we have always acted together."

Dallas narrowed his eyes, and when he heard the word "Squirrel King" he even raised the corners of his mouth, "Don't worry, Mr. Saren," he smiled and waved his hand at me, "The most important thing in my Dallas doing things is the layout. After I confirmed your identity, I will inform your companion."

He raised his head and looked at the wall clock on the wall, "If he moves fast, he should have already..."

Before he could finish his words, the door was pushed open again. Hickrad walked in in a blazing manner. His hair and beard were extremely messy, and he looked like an angry golden lion.

"Welcome, Golden Lion!" Dallas immediately stood up and did not forget to applaud - to show respect for Hickrad.

"We're exposed?" Hickrad did not react to his actions immediately, but turned his head to look at me.

"Yes," I nodded, "The intelligence department of the Squirrel King is more efficient than you and I think, and they cover a wide area."
To be continued...