Woof woof!
The stray dog reappeared.
It wagged its tail and ran to Chen Lun's feet.
"You haven't left yet? That's great, I need your help with something."
He stroked the dog's head.
Then his fingers moved slightly, and a faint light appeared at his fingertips.
His mouth slightly opened and he let out a loud meow.
Meow!
Meow!!
Responses came from all directions.
Then countless green eyes emerged in the darkness.
Connie and Floin were startled.
There were at least thirty or forty stray cats of various colors gathered around.
"They will escort you back, don't worry."
Chen Lun turned and looked at the two girls.
"Ah... Is this true?"
Connie was stunned at first, then felt a little dizzy.
This night was like a dream.
I encountered danger and experienced rescue, witnessed a dangerous battle, and now I am surrounded by so many kittens and am heading home!
Woof!
The stray dog acted like a leader, leading the other cats to wander around Floyne and Connie's feet.
It seems to be saying, don't worry, brother, with us here, no perverts will come to harass them!
"Be careful."
Flo Yin said softly.
Chen Lun nodded and gave a reassuring look.
I just don't know if Flo Yin can understand it...
Then Flo Yin took Connie and followed the cats and dogs away.
Seeing them disappear from his sight, Chen Lun bent down and picked up a horn gun on the ground.
Fire-homemade musket
Item description: This gunpowder flintlock rifle was made by craftsmen through their own research and development, with rough craftsmanship and unique ideas.
The extended muzzle makes it powerful at close range with no restrictions on ammunition.
A handful of broken iron sand can blast a person into pieces!
Of course, its minor flaws are that it is not very stable, prone to explosion, and a bit fiddly...
After reading the description, Chen Lun couldn't help but think of the pair of iron boxing gloves.
"Crazy Hand... Isn't it used in conjunction with this thing?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was true.
At the same time, I also express my admiration for the craftsmen who made these two things.
This brain circuit is insane...
He turned around, looked at the "Watering Beach" sign beside the stairs, and walked straight down.
When he actually entered the sewage pool, his first impression of the place was that it was dirty, messy and smelly!
A foul odor hit my nose directly.
Chen Lun frowned slightly and quickened his pace.
We passed many bungalows along the way, most of which were dilapidated.
Because the lamplighter will not come here to light the lamps, these residents will hang a simple lantern at their doorstep.
It's like a candle covered with a fish tank.
A faint light was shining across the embankment corridor, facing the huge and spacious "sewage moat". Not far away, a colorful light sign was flashing, and the words "Flower and Bird Tavern" could be vaguely seen.
Soon, Chen Lun arrived at the door of the tavern and pushed it open.
Bang!
The noise and heat were overwhelming.
It was bustling and lively inside.
It was in stark contrast to the dead silence and coldness outside, like two completely different worlds.
A group of drunken guests glanced at him and ignored him, continuing to indulge in the joy of gambling and molesting the maids.
"Hey, handsome boy, what do you want to play?"
The lady proprietress, who was dressed up gorgeously, came over and asked with a flattering smile.
There was a hint of vigilance in her eyes.
Although the black-haired young man was dressed in rags, his appearance and temperament were obviously out of tune with the environment here. Coupled with the coldness emanating from him at this time, people couldn't help but tremble a little.
"Ma'am, is this where the Iron Fist Gang's base is?"
Chen Lun said politely.
The tavern owner came close to him, and the smell of her cheap perfume was a bit pungent, making him want to sneeze.
"Mr....? Are you in the wrong place?"
The proprietress denied it and gave a forced smile.
She had a strong premonition that this man was definitely here to cause trouble!
A sheriff's officer? Or some other gang member
Chen Lun smiled at her, pushed her aside and walked straight inside.
He had already gotten the answer from the woman's behavior.
"Sir? Sir! Where are you going!?"
The proprietress suddenly panicked. She felt she couldn't stop the man, so she ran back to the counter.
He pulled out an old-fashioned walkie-talkie from the drawer below and prepared to tip off the Iron Fist Gang members in the inner courtyard.
squeak!
At this time, several big black rats jumped out and bit her palm.
"Ah! Damn it!"
The proprietress was startled and dropped the walkie-talkie to the ground in pain.
Then the mice immediately picked it up like a coffin and ran away quickly.
"???"
The proprietress was stunned.
"Rat... Rat stole my intercom!?"
Chen Lun roughly pushed away the drunkards and maids who were blocking his way, causing shouts and exclamations.
"You little brat!"
A sloppy drunkard who looked like he hadn't taken a bath in decades glared at Chen Lun and reached out his hand to grab Chen Lun's collar and teach him a lesson.
But a flintlock rifle was pointed directly at his head.
"Sir? If you want to die, I can help you."
Chen Lun smiled.
“S-Sorry!”
The drunkard suddenly broke out in sweat. He lowered his raised hand to his chest and slowly backed away with an ugly smile.
"ah!!"
Screams were heard.
The maid in the store hid herself in fear after seeing this. The other drinkers also got up in a panic and left, making a lot of noise.
Chen Lun ignored them and continued walking inside.
Many cautious drinkers had anticipated that something was wrong and quietly left the pub.
Chen Lun walked through the kitchen and took away a kitchen knife.
Then he opened the door and came to the inner courtyard.
"who!?"
A question came.
Some members of the Iron Fist Gang were hitting wooden targets in the open space in the inner courtyard. They looked over when they heard the sound of the door opening.
"Your good friend, Jack."
The two men in leather jackets looked at each other, one ran towards the building, and the other walked forward.
"Jack? I don't know him."
He said coldly.
"If you've taken the wrong path, get out of here!"
"Heh... You can't go wrong."
stop-
A flash of cold light.
The sharp kitchen knife cut across the man's throat.
The man in the leather jacket stammered a few times, then fell down holding his neck.
Then Chen Lun threw the kitchen knife in his hand, cutting through the air and hitting the other person's back with a scream.
The man flew forward several meters due to the inertia of running, and fell to the ground twitching without making any sound.
Chen Lun strode forward.
The light from the pub behind him shone through the window, lengthening his shadow and dragging it toward the building.
Passing by two large warehouses on the left and right, Chen Lun vaguely heard the sound of clanging inside and seemed to be thinking about something.
But he didn't have time to care about it now and walked straight into the building.
At this time, there were only seven or eight scattered Iron Fist Gang members in the hall, and the boss Gary was sitting on the sofa, leaning back and reading some information.
"Hey! Who are you!?"
Seeing a strange man walking into their gang's territory, several Iron Fist Gang members who were playing cards stood up suddenly.
He stared at Chen Lun with a wary look.
Gary also shifted his gaze from the documents in his hand to the strange man at the door, and narrowed his eyes.
"Sir? Why are you coming to our Iron Fist Gang so late at night? Is there something important?"
“… killing people.”