Chapter 920 (1/2)

Tang San subconsciously thought that he lived in a weak country. How can a country that does not pay attention to the strong and does not encourage people to practice be strong?

Soon after hearing this conversation, Tang San fell asleep again because of fatigue.

When he wakes up again because of the noise. The man has returned to him tired, and his clothes look more dirty than before. There was mud on his clothes.

It seemed that he had been busy all day, and he was holding a pile of colorful tickets tightly in his hand.

Tang San doesn't understand why he holds these pieces of paper so tightly. He didn't know until later that those pieces of paper were money. The world no longer uses metal money. This paper is recognized as money.

After that, he was taken away. Tang Hao was a black family, and the construction site would not take him in for the night.

This time seems to be the rainy season of Tiandou empire. The man just left with him. The sky was gloomy again, and there was a light rain.

The man walked back to the corner where he had taken shelter from the rain, but found that Lijiang was occupied by tramps. He clenched his right hand as if to drive the tramp away.

But hesitated for a while, and finally didn't do it. Even a tramp could expose his position. Look at the child in the carton in your arms. He finally endured and continued to look for shelter from the rain and a place to spend the night.

The man carried Tang San all the way through the urban area. Here, Tang San saw the prosperous world he had never imagined, rows of high-rise buildings, colorful neons and endless streams of pedestrians and vehicles. Let the noise in this city be incomparable, even when night comes, it can't be stopped.

Tang San was puzzled. Even if he didn't have much mental strength, he could see it from his habitual actions such as walking posture. There are few martial arts practitioners in the street. But most of them are well-dressed. At least richer than the man holding himself.

This makes him wonder why the strong can't get the privilege, but the weak have a very moist life. He thinks the world must be ill. It's a twisted world.

As men walk through the center of the city. It's like crossing a boundary. They came to another world, and the tall buildings disappeared. The colorful neon also became dim and monotonous.

The flow of people has not changed. But the clothes became shabby. Surrounding buildings. It has also changed from high-rise buildings to shanty towns. Some people even live together in a small stack of containers.

But at least they have their own foothold, but the man holding him doesn't even have such a place to stand. With their progress, the surrounding scenery becomes more and more desolate. The polarization between the rich and the poor has reached a point that Tang San can't understand.

On the edge of the city. The man finally stopped. There is an overpass. He just hugged Tang San. Came to the corner under the overpass. You stink. There is a dustbin in the distance, but it can always avoid some wind and rain. The man put him down and left quickly, as if to go shopping.

And soon after the man left, someone approached stealthily. A tramp is not worth money, but the child is undoubtedly a windfall. If you abduct him and sell him, you will surely get a lot of ill gotten money.

The strange face appeared over the box. Tang San's face finally changed color, but he is still just a baby and can't do anything.