Chapter 175 Heart

Everyone in District 3 looked at the departing figure, their eyes full of confusion.

"Who is that person? Do you know him?"

"How could we know him... We've only been here for a day."

"Look at his clothes and appearance, it's obvious that he is a local of Aurora City. What can we have to do with him..."

"But his punch just now was so handsome, he looked very powerful."

"It's okay, not as handsome as Chief Chen."

"Anyway, he also helped us out... If I meet him again next time, I must thank him."

This mysterious man suddenly appeared, punched Zhuo Shuqing, and then left calmly... During this process, he didn't communicate with them at all, as if he was just a righteous person passing by.

So there are really such good people in Aurora City?

Wen Shilin held the camera that Chen Ling had just dropped, stood up shakily, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly in pain.

Those thugs were too ruthless. If he hadn't taken good protective measures, and if the mysterious man hadn't suddenly attacked, he would have broken at least a few bones...

"Ah Cheng, are you okay?" Wen Shilin walked aside and pulled up his assistant, "Didn't you tell me during the interview that you are a good fighter? How come you were knocked down in just two hits?"

"I..." Ah Cheng said with a sad face, "Sir, I can fight, but I can only fight... I can fight three people alone, which is already the limit. They also hit me with a club. How can I fight back?"

"You... Hey, are you seriously injured?"

"Not seriously, just superficial injuries." Ah Cheng saw Wen Shilin With the camera in hand, he suddenly asked, "Sir, do you know that man?"

"No."

"Then why did he give you the camera?"

Wen Shilin glanced at the direction Chen Ling left and shook his head, "I don't know... But he should also be thinking about the refugees in District 3. In this world, there are not many people who will help the weak... It's a pity that he left too fast, otherwise I must have known him."

"We are all in Aurora City, maybe we will have a chance to see each other again next time."

Wen Shilin hummed, "Maybe..."

...

When the hooligans had vented their anger, the sun was about to set.

The gangster leader panted and looked at the two half-dead figures on the ground, wiped the sweat from his head, and then spat fiercely into the bloody ground.

"I gave you face and took money from you to do things, and you treat me like this?"

"Is it a big deal to have some money? It's so unlucky!"

The gangster leader waved his hand and said, "Take out their wallets."

A group of younger brothers immediately stepped forward and almost stripped Zhuo Shuqing and his assistant naked, and finally took out a bulging wallet and handed it to the gangster leader.

"Boss, it's all here."

The gangster leader flipped through it, "Hehe, these reporters are all very rich."

After saying that, he picked out a few banknotes from it, and then threw the remaining money and the wallet to Zhuo Shuqing, and said coldly: "Let's go."

"Boss, this is all we have?" A younger brother's eyes turned red when he saw the thick banknotes in the wallet.

The gangster leader slapped him in the face,

"We are not robbers! The appearance fee is whatever we say. You have to be trustworthy in the underworld, understand?"

After that, he left with a group of younger brothers.

About ten minutes later, they came to a dilapidated factory and pushed the door open.

This is their "base", at least that's what they call it. There are 40 or 50 of them, and they basically eat, drink, defecate and urinate here. To put it nicely, they are unemployed here, and to put it bluntly, they are a group of people who play cards and drink all day long.

The good news is that they earned a big order today, and if nothing unexpected happens, it should be enough for each of them to go out and squander for a few days.

Just as they were about to start the party, the flame of the kerosene lamp flickered slightly, and in the dim sunlight, a figure appeared in front of the factory door like a ghost.

He was a young man in a brown coat, wearing a pair of half-framed glasses on his nose. The lens reflected the flickering kerosene lamp, making his calm face look bright and dark... At this moment, he was putting his hands in his pockets, looking at the dilapidated factory in front of him.

"So, you are the evil forces in the outer ring?" Chen Ling's voice seemed a little disappointed.

This sudden appearance scared everyone in the factory. They immediately picked up the weapons at hand and saw that the person standing at the door was the one who had just punched Zhuo Shuqing. The vigilance in their eyes became more intense.

"My friend." The thug leader stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "If you want to cause trouble for that reporter, he is not here."

"I am not looking for him, I am looking for you."

"Looking for us?" The thug leader narrowed his eyes slightly, "We don't seem to have offended you, or do you want to stand up for those refugees?"

"I am not that boring, I just want to ask, what kind of business do you have here?"

"Business..."

The thug leader was stunned, so this man came to find them as a thug?

"We have strong business capabilities." He immediately changed his words, "As long as the price is right, we can be on call at any time... I just don't know who you are going to deal with?"

"I'm not talking about this business." Chen Ling paused for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and a cold wind swept into the factory with his voice, shaking the kerosene lamp on the table violently, "Can you kill people?"

"Murder?!" The gangster leader's face changed, and he said firmly, "No, we don't kill people."

"Really? What about organ trading?"

The gangster leader's face became uglier, "We don't have organ trading either..."

After two questions came out in succession, the other brothers were a little panicked. This young man looked gentle, but why did he talk about scary things when he opened his mouth... They were just a group of unemployed vagrants who liked to drink and fight. They really didn't dare to touch such things.

"Without these things, what kind of evil forces are you?" Chen Ling sighed, "Then do you know where to trade organs?"

"No! We don't know!"

The gangster leader spoke without hesitation, "My friend, we have no intention of offending you today. We really don't have the business you want... and no one in the entire outer ring should dare to do this business."

Chen Ling frowned, thinking.

"It shouldn't be... How could it be that there is nothing?"

The gangster leader hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help his curiosity and asked carefully:

"What do you want these places for?"

"Looking for something."

"What?"

Chen Ling smiled slightly, and under the flickering dim candlelight, his smile was cold and grim:

"...My heart."

...

...

I will go to Beijing to attend Tomato's Creator Conference + go on a business trip these days, so there will only be two updates~(^_?)☆