Chapter 5 (2/2)

Pungent body odor, messy hair, dirty face, ragged and dirty, I don't know how long the short cloak that hasn't been washed for a long time hangs loosely on the shoulders. Through these men's unclosed short cloaks, we can see that they are hung with daggers, short knives and single shot old-fashioned short firerope blunders around their waists. Under their armpits, they are also holding tools such as crowbars, drill knives and short saws.

This is grape peel lane, beside which is silver grape street, one of the rich areas in port Tulun.

On mid autumn night, the rich must have gone to the surrounding area of the Queen's Square to enjoy the celebration.

This group of people in front of Joe, on such a night, in such alleys, with so many magical tools, sneaked around the rich area.

They are really a group of ”hardworking”, ”willing to work” and ”striving for improvement”.

They were born in a bad family and were trapped in the bottom of the society, but they did not want to give in to their fate. They tried their best to realize the redistribution of social wealth and change their fate!It's a really respectable group of people If they don't have so many weapons and their eyes are not so fierce, they will be more lovely!

Joe looked at the man who had just kicked the black cat, coughed softly, and hung his baton back to his armed belt.

”Mid autumn night, the weather is good, it's a beautiful night.” Joe nodded to the man.

A dozen men took a quick look at the bottle in Joe's hand and gently sidestepped to get out of the way.

Yes, it was a wonderful night.

Joe and his five subordinates sped up their pace and passed them by. Billy and some of them even nodded to each other in a friendly way.

”It's the Wolf Gang. I saw the tattoo on their forearm,” Billy murmured in a low voice when they walked out dozens of steps. What the hell do they want? This is not the territory of the Wolf Gang! ”

Billy worried: ”this is the territory of the fox gang. The fox Gang is not good at stubbornness. If the Wolf Gang crosses the border, something will happen.”

”But is this our district?” Joe murmured in a low voice

Billy shook his head firmly: ”of course not.”

Joe nodded hard. ”So, we're going to have fun.”

Six dutiful policemen walked briskly in the alley, laughing and whistling with ease. A relaxed, joyful and lively ”imperial police March” was blown around and out of breath by them.

The wind with a strong smell of the sea blows in along the lane, not far ahead is the new wharf No. 3 of Tulun port.

The sound of the waves was faintly audible.

Joe and Billy quickened their pace. Behind them, a dozen men with detestable faces peered around stealthily and leaned up towards the back door of a large house.

There was a subtle whistling in the air.

Lane, inexplicably floating up a layer of light water mist.

The flute sound is short and slight, like a thin steel wire, slowly and leisurely into the ear, in the heart.

More than a dozen men took out crowbars, drills and saws, and were about to start work.

The piccolo became more and more erratic.

A few moths flickering with phosphorescent light fell on the rigid bodies of these men.

Under the rigid body skin, there are a tiny bulge rapidly emerging, and then their skin begins to creep strangely.

The flesh and blood were shriveled and the bones were gray. The phosphorous light of the big tent is flying slowly, and a dozen sets of dirty clothes, boots, and various kinds of tools are scattered in the alley in a mess.

A hoarse, decadent voice sounded in the lane: ”rotten, twisted soul, dirty, depraved body, my little darling, will be raised by you for nothing.”