He Ao spoke slowly and glanced at the surrounding streets, "But those are only a few in this area. There are nearly two million people living in this vast block. The vast majority of them are not gang members or

The villains are just ordinary people living here peacefully."

"Um."

Senna nodded slightly, thoughtfully.

At this time, He Ao's eyes had fallen on the door of a shop in the corner of the street. At this moment, a man wearing a dusty dark red T-shirt and black jeans was hurriedly walking out of the shop.

"If you can do it, do it. If you can't do it, get out. There are people everywhere on the street, and there are many people who want to do it."

Rude curses came from inside the store, "Every day I go to work late and finish early. I will give you a loan when I'm short of money. Go around and ask, which boss is as good as me? I give you such good treatment, what else do you want?"

Are you lazy?"

"I do have physical pain today and I can't exert myself."

The man hunched over, lowered his head in front of the dark shop, and said quickly, "I will do more tomorrow, I will do more."

There was no more echo from the store.

The man waited for a while, then finally lowered his head, patted the dust on his clothes, lightly hammered his waist, covered his mouth and coughed, turned around and walked forward along the street.

Then he bumped into a figure with a 'bang'.

"Feel sorry."

He raised his head and looked at the figure standing in front of him.

It was an old man with a brass cane, wearing a gray suit and a gentle face.

He rubbed his shoulders. Although the old man looked gentle and kind and non-threatening, the moment he just bumped into him, it was as if he had hit a solid stone wall, unable to shake the opponent in the slightest.

"fine."

He Ao raised his head and glanced at the sign of the shop in front of him, 'Rust Street Decoration Company', "Are you from a decoration company?"

"Yes,"

The man straightened his body slightly, looked at the old man in front of him up and down, and coughed lightly, "If you want to decorate, you can go directly to our boss, he is in the store."

"Have you always lived here?"

He Ao lowered his head and looked at the man in front of him.

"Um,"

The man looked at the old man in front of him with some doubts, then moved slightly away from him, "I grew up here and have lived here for decades."

Then he paused for a moment, glanced at He Ao, and then at Senna behind He Ao, "You don't look like you are from here?"

"Well, I just came from St. Yilan. I have some questions. Can I talk to you?"

He Ao looked at the man in front of him and asked slowly.

The man pulled away a little, coughed slightly, and seemed to be preparing to bypass He and Ao, "We have nothing to talk about, I have more time..."

But before he finished speaking, he saw the old man in front of him take out two twenty federal currency notes from his arms and hand them to him.

Looking at the two crisp banknotes, the man hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take them, and whispered, "Do you have anything to ask? But I may have something to do, and I can't stay here for too long."

"Let's talk while walking?"

He Ao looked at the man and said slowly.

The man raised his head and glanced at He Ao's cheek. Vaguely, he felt that the face looked familiar. Finally, he nodded lightly and said, "Then I'll go buy something first."

"good."

He Ao nodded and got out of the way.

The man quickly passed by Ho Ao and Senna and walked into the bakery nearby.

Howe stopped in front of the bakery.

"Get three loaves of bread and a packet of toast,"

The man hunched over slightly and looked at the pastries in the old glass display windows of the bakery. He glanced at the two 20 federal currency notes in his hands, hesitated, and pointed to the two embellishments in the display window.

Cupcakes with red jelly, "Take two more of these."

"Did you make money today?"

The teller behind the counter stretched out his hand, quickly packed the bread and cakes the man wanted into a paper bag, and asked with a smile.

"without,"

The man shook his head and smiled, "You know, let alone making money, it's a good thing if I don't get scolded by my boss."

“It’s good to buy something good every once in a while,”

The teller smiled and put the paper bag on the table, "A loaf of bread is 2 federal coins, a small bag of toast is 3 federal coins, and a strawberry jelly cupcake is 1 federal coin. The total plus tax is 9 federal coins."

The man nodded slightly. He glanced at the banknotes in his hand. After a brief pause, he raised his bracelet and scanned the cash register to pay. Then he folded the banknotes and put them into his pants pocket. Finally, he

He picked up the paper bag containing the bread and cakes and walked towards the door.

He looked at He Ao at the door, covered his mouth, coughed, and asked, "Is there anything you want to know?"

"Who's the gang that runs this neighborhood?"

He Ao turned around and moved forward with him, asking slowly.

"It's the Prisoners Gang,"
Chapter completed!